Darla sat at the kitchen table feeling sad that Harry was gone. She was glad that he had escaped but now she had no one friendly around anymore. Her mother and father had told them that what had happened the night before had never happened and they weren't to mention Harry for the rest of the summer. Instead her mother was telling her father that she wanted to take Darla shopping for school that day. Dudley was telling their parents that he was going to a friends for tea (which she knew was a lie, they were out picking on little kids) and her father was talking about a new deal he could get for the drills.

Darla heard the mail come in so she got up to get it. She found fliers and a bill for her father. The mail slot opened suddenly a moment later and another envelope flew in. Darla bent down and picked it up. She froze when she read the envelope, it was the same exact envelope Harry had gotten a year before except her name was on it.

Mrs. D Dursley

The kitchen

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

She opened the letter slowly hoping no one would come. She still wasn't sure if this was for her. Maybe it was for her to give to Harry she thought. Two pieces of paper that was thick and strange to her fell out. She opened the first one and felt excitement go through her as she read it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc. Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Darla Dursley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later then August 20th.

Yours, sincerely

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

The other paper contained a list of books and equipment. She couldn't believe half the stuff that was on the list. She needed a cauldron? She felt her excitement slowly fall away as she heard footsteps in the hallway. She looked up to see her father entering the hall smiling.

"What is taking so long princess?" He asked.

She just stared at him and slowly showed him the letter. The colour drained out of his face as he snatched the letter from her hand. He shook his head and stared at Darla who felt nervous, what would he do?

"PETUNIA!" He yelled loudly. "GET IN HERE!"

She watched as her mother and brother burst in looking worried. Wordlessly her father handed her mother the letter. Her mother read the letter twice through before staring at Darla, a look of shock and something else that Darla couldn't quite catch was on her face.

"No…" She murmured "This can't be happening."

"You told me when you got pregnant with Dudley that this wouldn't happen!" Her father said angrily.

"I didn't think it could, my sister was muggle born! There was no magical blood in our family before that." Her mother said in a shaky voice.

"She's not going. It's bad enough I have to deal with your nephew, it is not happening with my daughter. We will pretend it didn't happen." Her father said frantically.

Darla looked at Dudley and felt shocked by the look on his face. He was staring at her with hatred. She had never seen Dudley look at her like that, he didn't even stare at Harry that way. She had been in plenty of fights with Dudley where her parents had punished Dudley and never ever then had her glared at her so much.

"I don't know if that will work Vernon. Remember last year?" Her mother said still shaky.

"Why is this happening?" Her father asked. "How come it's my girl? Why did I have to marry into a family that is full of-"

"I hope you don't plan on finishing that sentence Vernon." Her mother snapped.

Darla had never seen her parents argue. She hoped they would let her go and that they wouldn't hate her for it. Dudley continued to stare at her, he was shaking his head.

"It's all that boys fault." Her father said. "He did something to her."

"He did not daddy." Darla said. "You had to have known, you saw me do strange magical things when I was a little kid but you always told me not to tell mummy."

She remembered now. There was a time when she was about three and her father had been throwing her up in the air and catching her. He dropped her and she fell to the ground but then she bounced back into his arms.

"I did something magical when I was baby too before Harry came along. I made my bottle go to you." She said.

The last part she knew because he had said something about it once when she was five and he tried to punish her by taking her dolls. One by one they came back to her and he had yelled out in frustration. "Oh you did this when you were a month old too! You made your bottle fly into my hand. Stop it Darla! Don't ever let me see you do this again and don't let your mum see you either." he had shouted.

Why hadn't she remembered this stuff before? How was it that she had forgotten it completely and hadn't even remembered the year before when Harry had gotten his letter? Why was it now, the morning she got a letter that she realizes she is a witch? Her father just stared at her while her mother rounded on her father.

"You knew and you didn't tell me! You should have Vernon, I am not prepared for this!" her mother shouted. "Why!?"

"I didn't want to worry you Petunia; I was hoping we could take the magic out of her the way we tried with Harry!" He said.

"You should have realized last year that we couldn't do that. She has to go now Vernon. They'll send that giant back here if we don't send her." Her mother answered angrily.

"I don't want no daughter of mine to go to a magical school!" Her father shouted back.

Her mother didn't say anything for a moment then she turned to Dudley and Darla and sighed.

"Kid's go upstairs to your rooms. Vernon, let's go to the kitchen and talk about this calmly." Her mother said softly.

"I should be in the kitchen with you since it involves me." Darla stated.

Her mother nodded but made Dudley go upstairs before they all went out to the kitchen. Darla looked at her father while he read through the letter again. She sat down at the table while her father paced and her mother began to clear the table.

"The boy is famous in that world isn't he?" Her father asked. "So maybe they won't try as hard with Darla. I don't even know how we are supposed to send a response when that boy took his owl."

"I wish you would have told me Vernon. I knew Harry would get a letter but I wasn't prepared for this."

"Do you think that giant will come back?"

"I don't know."

"I want to go." Darla interrupted. "Please."

"No." Her father said shaking his head. "You are not one of them. You are going to grow up normal. If we didn't have that boy around it would be easier."

"I don't know if we have much of a choice Vernon. I do know that I am going through what we went through last year again." Her mother said sitting in a chair slowly.

"The parents should have some say in the matter. It doesn't seem right that we have to send our kids to this school."

"That giant told us last year that if Harry didn't go to school he would lose control of his powers and then the Muggles could find out." Darla said. "It happens with all muggleborns that don't go to school."

She hoped her parents wouldn't remember that the giant hadn't said that. It had been a question she had asked Harry when she had visited him in his room. She had wondered if parents could have a say on whether or not they could go to Hogwarts or not.

"What happens if a muggleborn doesn't go to school?" She had asked while she petted Hedwig and fed her.

"I don't really know." Harry answered. "I suppose parents have a say in whether or not they want their kids to go."

"So do the powers just disappear?"

"Maybe, but they could also lose control of their powers. I set that snake on Dudley last year after he had punched me hadn't I? Maybe if one is really angry they accidentally use their powers." Harry had said thoughtfully. "It's something I would have to ask Hermione."

"That could happen." Her mother was saying slowly. "And if she did something that the neighbours saw…"

"So you're telling me we have to send her?" Her father asked. "There has to be another alternative Petunia."

"Daddy, I want to go." Darla said pleadingly. "Please."

"Darla, let your father and I discuss some more. Just go to your room for now."

Darla got up from the table, hoping they would let her go. She left the kitchen as her father sat down at the table with his head in his hand. Dudley jumped back as she went into the hallway, he was still scowling at her. She walked passed him and he followed, stomping loudly.

"You can't tell me you want to go." Dudley said angrily.

"I do." Darla said.

"Hear this Darla Durlsey." Dudley said grabbing her shoulder as she tried to climb the steps. "You go to that school and you are dead to me."

--

Darla lay on her bed staring at the ceiling when the door opened. Her mother and father entered the room. Her father didn't seem to want to look at her, instead he stared at the pink and white walls, walls he had painted himself for her. Her mother walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"We've talked about it." She answered in a stiff voice. "And we have decided you can go."

"Really!?" Darla exclaimed excitedly. "Oh wow mum thanks!"

"We will pay for you to go this year." Her father said still not looking at her. "But you'll have to pay yourself after this year."

He turned and left the room quickly. Darla glanced at her mother who didn't seem to want to look at her either. She stared at the floor while she explained that an owl seemed to know they needed it because it had flown in the house so they had sent the response with the owl and asked for someone to take her to get her supplies.

"You father will write a cheque tonight." Her mother finished.

She got up and left the room quickly. Darla felt her excitement die down, neither one of her parents had wanted to look at her. They were now going to treat her the way they treated Harry. As she lay back down on the bed she wondered how she could contact Harry to let him know that she was a witch. As she wondered this she heard a familiar voice say: "Long necked freak!"

--

Darla had never felt like a stranger in her own home. Her parents seemed to make small conversation with her but they seemed to want to avoid her. The last few weeks were miserable for her. A teacher from the school who was a stern elderly women had come to take her to get her stuff. It was a Saturday she went but her father seemed to have disappeared for the day and had not come back until later that night.

The teacher, who had told her to call her Professor McGonagall had taken her around a place called Diagon Alley. They had entered a pub on the street and had gone to the back of the store. Professor McGonagall had tapped some bricks with her wand which than opened into a long street that twisted out of site.

They first exchanged her money at the bank which was run by Goblins. Darla couldn't believe her eyes when she had seen them. She didn't know the woman well but she had moved closer to her anyway and hadn't moved from her side until they left the building.

The first thing they had gotten was Darla's wand. An older man owned the shop and had seemed to know that she was Harry Potter's cousin, he had also told her that he'd been expecting her. She'd looked at Professor McGongall for an explanation but she wasn't paying attention. The man who was called Ollivander had her try five different wands before she felt a warm sensation go through her.

She stared at her wand as she lay on the bed with all her school supplies around her. She had gotten a lot of books, some she had already gone through late at night and others she still needed to read. Her wand fascinated her the most out of everything she had gotten because she knew it was what would produce magic. It was made out of Hazel wood, it was seven inches long and had a unicorn hair in it. She wanted so much to try a spell out from her spell book but she knew it wasn't allowed, she didn't want to get expelled.

She heard shuffling in the hall and looked up to see Dudley enter the room.

"Why do you have to do this Darla?" He asked.

"I think you are just jealous." She answered.

"No I'm not." He replied. "I meant what I said. You still have the chance to back out."

"If you stop talking to me just because I'm a witch, I feel sorry for you." Darla muttered. "Now get out of my room. I'm busy."

Dudley didn't have to be told twice, he turned quickly and left muttering that she was a freak. Darla was use to this now but it still hurt to hear it. She was almost happy that she wouldn't see her family until Christmas even though she knew she would miss them.

--

The cold goodbye Darla's parents gave her was the worst experience of her life. Dudley hadn't even come to say goodbye to her, he had stayed home saying that he wanted to rest before he went to school. Her parents had bought it but Darla knew the truth, he didn't want to see her. Meanwhile her parents took her to the train station and helped her get her trunk on a trolley cart.

"Wait until we go before you do it." Her father grunted as she hugged him. "I don't want to see it."

According to what Harry had told her she had to run between Platforms nine and ten to get to the wizards platform which was called Platform nine and three quarters. She had asked him when she'd helped him do the chores because the year before her parents had left him there when they couldn't find his Platform. He'd explained that it was hidden from the muggles and she had told her parents this on the way when her mother had asked how she was to get on the Platform when it didn't seem to exist. Darla didn't understand why her mother didn't seem to know much about the wizarding world when her sister had been a witch.

"I'll see you at Christmas." She said softly as her parents turned to go.

"You may come home, but that boy stays there." Her father grunted. "Make sure you tell him that and if you want to stay there it's ok."

Darla's mouth dropped open when he said the last bit, it hurt a lot. Blinking back tears she looked up at the clock to see it was half past ten and decided she'd better hurry. The train would leave in a hurry. Remembering that Harry said he had to run at the between the barrier Platforms nine and ten, Darla took a deep breath and began running.

She knew what would happen, she would crash and everyone would start laughing at her. She wondered why no one even seemed to notice that she was running at the barrier. Suddenly, she was in front of a train that was scarlet, on it was written the words: The Hogwarts Express. For the second time that day her mouth dropped open, it had worked! She rolled her Trolley over to the train wishing she could have come with Harry, she wouldn't be able to get her trunk on by herself.

"Do you need help little girl?" A could voice asked her.

She looked up and saw a man with cold gray eyes, he seemed to be sneering at her. Without waiting for an answer he picked up her trunk and stepped into the train. Darla just stared after him.

"Usually you say thank you." A boy said appearing at her side, who looked just like the man.

He was very pale and had a pointed face and nose, he also had the same cold grey eyes. Darla just stared at him before chasing the man onto the train. He led her to an empty compartment and put her trunk in the luggage rack.

"I always think it's a shame that a muggleborns parents can't help them out on the train." The man said in a cold voice.

"Er, well thank you." Darla said. "It was very kind."

"Father, that's the second one you've helped today." The boy said outside the compartment.

"Don't question what I do Draco." The man said. "I have my reasons; now come say good-bye to your mother."

Darla sat down wondering if that was the same evil Draco that had bothered Harry the year before. Then she remembered Harry! He had to be on the train at the moment too. She would have to look for him once the train went, but she didn't want anyone to take her spot. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he saw her.

A tall boy with very black hair entered the compartment a few minutes later with a man who helped him put his luggage away as well. The boy sat down smiling at her and waved to the man good-bye.

"You don't mind if I sit here do you?"

"No, it's ok." Darla said.

"Thanks, I am MatthewElphinstone." He said with a smile. "Half blood."

"I'm Darla Dursley, Muggleborn." She answered.

"Well, I can tell you what you need to know. That was my dad and I have a brother here too. My mum is a muggle and my dad is muggleborn."

"Really? Witches and Wizards marry muggles?" Darla asked shocked. "But I thought muggles couldn't know."

"My parents grew up next door to each other. My dad told my mum right away and she thought it was great." Matthew said with a shrug. "But it does happen, yes."

"I do know some things." Darla replied. "Because my cousin goes here too."

Matthew nodded and looked out the window as the train started to move. Darla looked out as well wondering what she should talk to him about. She was never good at making new friends, she never knew what she should say. The train was gaining speed now, she wondered if Harry was looking out the window as well.

"I'm hoping to find him and surprise him. He doesn't know I am a witch yet." Darla said after a while. "He stayed at a friends house for the last of September, he wasn't home when I got my letter."

"Oh he lives with you? Why doesn't he live with his parents?" Matthew asked.

"They died when he was a baby." Darla said. "They were wizards though. He didn't know until last year when he got his letter though, my parents didn't want to tell him. They really don't like the wizarding world."

"They'll have to get over it now though with both of you going to Hogwarts. What's his name?"

"Harry Potter." Darla said.

Matthew stared at her before he started to laugh. Darla didn't understand why and felt anger go through her. She angrily looked out the window while he continued to laugh.

"Good joke." He finally said. "So you've heard of him too?"

"He really is my cousin." Darla said. "I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, we can go find him and ask him."

The boy just shook his head and looked out the window again. She had forgotten that he was famous in the wizarding world. She wondered just how many other people would react the way Matthew just did. She wanted to try and find him just to prove that he really was her cousin. Matthew kept a smirk on his face for a while. He made small talk with her about his life before getting his letter. He told her he was hoping to be sorted in to Ravenclaw because both his father and brother had been there.

"I'm hoping to be sorted into Gryffindor so I can be with my cousin." Darla said.

"You're still going on about that?" He asked.

"I'm not lying." Darla said. "The last thing I would want to do is lie about something that people would know I'm lying about. I can prove it to you."

"All right, all right. If you really are his cousin, tell me what it was like growing up with him then."

Darla began telling the boy about Harry, carefully leaving out the fact that her parents had made him sleep in the cupboard under the stairs for almost ten years. He stared at her listening attentively about her life now. He seemed to believe her now. She told him about her parents had gotten scared when he had gotten his letter from Hogwarts.

"Wow." Matthew finally said. "Ok, I believe you only because it seems like too much to make up."

"So, will you help me find him then?" Darla asked. "I really would like him to know I am a witch."

"Why don't you surprise him at the sorting?" Matthew asked. "When they call your name to… do you know we're being sorted? I don't want to ruin it for you if you don't. My brother told me even though he wasn't suppose to."

"Yeah, Harry told me it was a talking hat and that it's in front of the whole school." Darla said. "He said that there are four house tables and a teachers table."

But Darla liked Matthew's idea. So she stayed in the compartment, Matthew talking more openly now that he knew he was talking to Harry Potter's cousin. A witch with a Trolley cart came in the afternoon with treats. Darla had some pocket money so she bought something called Bertie Botts every flavour beans. Matthew bought some as well and some chocolate frogs.

"Those are every flavour." Matthew told her as she opened the box. "You can get some that taste like grass."

Darla took one and popped it into her mouth. It was orange and she figured it would be orange flavoured but it tasted like carrots instead. She grinned wondering if Harry had tried these as well and what he had thought of them. Matthew let her try a chocolate frog. Inside the chocolate frog were cards of famous witch and wizards. Darla didn't feel too surprised to see that Morgan le Fay had left her picture. Harry had told her that the people in photographs moved in the wizarding world and had shown pictures of his parents in a photo album he had.

Soon a voice echoed into their compartment: ""We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."

Matthew and Darla both pulled their school robes on and Darla felt excitement go through her. She couldn't wait until she could start performing spells and meeting new friends. She hoped she would, Matthew seemed friendly and it hadn't been hard talking to him. She hoped it would be easier to talk witches and wizards than it had been talking to muggles. She wouldn't have Dudley around.

She knew Dudley and Harry were the main reasons that she hadn't had friends in school before. The other kids had thought it was funny that Harry had to wear clothes that were to big for him when he was so skinny. They always wondered why Harry always had on broken glasses.

-Flashback

"The giraffes family is so poor because of Dudley." A girl once said. "He eats so much that they have no money left to buy clothes or new glasses for Harry or to feed Darla. No wonder she looks like a giraffe!"

-end flashback

No one would ever dare say this in front of Dudley because he and his gang would beat them up. That was another reason she didn't have friends because kids were too scared of Dudley to be friends with her.

She knew everything would be different now. Harry was famous and Dudley wasn't around, she was around people she had something in common with. She stuck to Matthew's side as they left the train together when it stopped. She looked around hoping to find Harry somewhere but couldn't see because there were too many students around. She did see one person that was very familiar, it was the giant man and he was calling for the first years.

"Firs' years!" he called out. "Follow me firs' years!"

Matthew and Darla followed the rest of the first years over to him. When she stepped in front of him he stared down at her shocked for a moment before calling out to them to follow him. So he recognized her as well. Darla thought to herself. She tried to stay near Matthew the whole time who was now looking at the man nervously.

""Yeh'll get your firs' site o' Hogwarts in a sec."" He called as they followed him down a dark path that was very steep.

Suddenly there was a loud breath intake from everyone as they stopped at the edge of a very large dark lake. Darla stared, across the lake was a large castle with many turrets and lights lit up on top of a mountain. No wonder Harry had been so happy there and couldn't wait to get back. Darla told herself as she followed Matthew into a boat with a red headed girl and mousy haired boy. She couldn't wait to start exploring, large castles had to have secret passages.

She heard the man say that there couldn't be more than four to a boat. He was so large that he took up one to himself. Once everyone was in a boat he yelled for them to go forward and the boats started to speed across the lake quickly. Darla looked at two others in the boat. The girl was very pale that her red hair seemed even more red. The other boy however looked very excited, he stared up at the castle with his mouth open.

At the other end they quickly got out after going through a dark tunnel that seemed to be under the castle and continued to follow the man. Darla wondered what his name was again, she knew Harry had told her and he had mentioned it the year before when he gave Harry his letter but she couldn't remember now. They followed him up stone steps to a door where he knocked three times loudly.

Darla grinned when she saw that it was Professor McGonagall who opened the door. Another familiar face and felt relieved to know someone else here. They followed her into the large entrance hall that made a lot of people gasp. It was larger than even the school ball room at Frances School for Girls and it was a large room. Darla had been amazed when she'd gone on the tour at Frances but this was even more amazing.

She forgot to stay neat Matthew now while she took everything in as they walked through the Entrance Hall. Darla heard voices coming from the doorway to the right and knew that had to be the Great Hall that Harry had told her about. She was in a different room from Harry in Hogwarts and he had no idea at all. He probably wasn't even thinking of her at the moment while he was sitting with his friends.

They were led into a small empty chamber, although it was small it was larger than her room and Dudley's put together. Now that they ahd stopped Darla looked around for Matthew but couldn't find him. She was between two boys who were staring at Professor McGonagall anxiously. A girl to the right was shivering so much that Darla thought she would collapse from fear. Darla saw that the red head and other boy from the boat still stood together, Darla thought the boy looked as though he would start bouncing from his excitement.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall began. "In a moment you will be sorted into your houses. Now this is very important because whichever house you are sorted in will be your home and family for the next seven years. You will eat with the rest of your house and you will have classes with the rest of your house. Most of your free time will be spent in your houses common room.

"Now the four houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. 'Each house has it's own noble history and has each produced outstand witches and wizards. While you are here at Hogwarts your triumphs will earn you house points while any rule-breaking will lose you house points.' At the end of the year the house cup is awarded to the house with the most points. I hope you'll all do your best in your house.

Now, the sorting ceremony will start in a few moments. Please take the time to smarten yourselves up."

She left through a door and Darla felt the excitement come back. She couldn't wait to meet the people who would be in her house, which she hoped to be Gryffindor. She hoped she wouldn't be stuck in Hufflepuff, according to Harry it was a house described as the house for Fuddy Duddies. He told her the Hufflepuff's were nice though. He told her that Ravenclaw usually took the smart people, and she knew she wouldn't be going there. She had never had decent enough marks in school. She knew it wouldn't be Slytherin since Harry had told her it only took Half-Bloods or Pure-Bloods.

Everyone was talking around her, some wondering how exactly they would be sorted. Darla wondered too, just how a hat could sort them. Moments later Professor McGonagall returned and told them to form a line and follow her. Darla stayed between the two boys and felt as though she would collapse as they followed her into what she assumed was the Great Hall. Darla had pictured it in her mind when Harry had described it, but her imagination hadn't even been close.

The room was lit by thousands of floating candles making it look cozy even though it was so large and amaxing looking. The ceiling looked like the night sky, a lot of the first years were staring and pointing up at it. There were four long house tables, Darla stared at them trying to locate Harry out of the hundreds of students. She had no idea which one was the Gryffindor table. On top of the tables were golden plates and goblets. They were led up to another long table that seemed to be reserved for the teachers.

Professor McGongall was setting a hat on a four legged stool. It was a very patched and dirty witch's hat. Everyone in the Great Hall was quiet and were staring at the hat. A rip in the brim of the hat opened and it began to sing:

Long long ago in centuries past,

The Hogwarts four did meet.

They thought to build a school at last

That taught of magical feats.

Each had a house formed in his name

That valued different traits.

The founders sorted the children that came,

And left the rest up to fate.

Gryffindor favored the gallant,

While Hufflepuff preferred the kind.

Ravenclaw wanted the talented.

Slytherin chose those cunning of mind.

When at last they thought their work was done,

One question still remained:

Who would choose the worthy ones

When they had passed away?

Godric Gryffindor then had a thought

That his hat could do the dividing.

And that's when I was magically taught

To do all the sorting and deciding.

So now please don't hesitate

To place me on your head.

I'll tell you where you will make

All of your best friends.

Hufflepuff or Gryffindor,

Ravenclaw or Slytherin,

I know that you'll adore

Whatever house I put you in!

After the hat sang it bowed to the four house tables before going silent. Professor McGongall stepped up and unrolled a piece of parchment.

"Now, when I call your name you'll come up and try on the hat, then you'll sit at your respected table."

Darla looked out at the students again. Where was Harry and had he noticed that she was up there yet?

"Anderson Rachel!" She called out.

A girl with black hair stepped out of the line and hurried to the stool. She sat down and pulled the hat on her nervously. It was very quiet for a moment before the hat called out:

RAVENCLAW!

Darla hoped it wouldn't take too long to get to the D's she couldn't wait to sit down, it felt like she had been standing for a very long time. After Creevey Colin, the mousy haired boy had been called it was finally her turn.

"Dursley, Darla!"

She saw the red headed girls mouth drop open who had been standing two people down from her as she stepped out of line. Darla hurried to the stool and picked up the hat. She sat down and put the hat on her head. It dropped covering her eyes and all she was was the inside of the hat.

"Ah, Potter's cousin." She heard a voice say. "It was very difficult sorting him, yes. I see, now a very rebelling mind here. You want to be an independent person, I also see the one thing you want most is a friend. I see a lot of loyalty and I could place you in Hufflepuff, you'd make your friends there. However, I think with your rebellious and independence it'd be fit to put you in:

GRYFFINDOR!"

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. If you are wondering why I didn't go more into Darla's first trip to Diagon Alley, it's because I've done so many first trips to Diagon Alley with other stories that I can't do it anymore without rushing it, which makes it look sloppy and lazy so I hope a summary was ok. Any questions ask in the forum.