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A/N:My intention is not to bash anyone. No one is just dark, or just light. No one is always smart or always stupid. The human being is not so unidireccional, it's more complex than that. We all are capable of the best and the worse. If it seems I am bashing then I am not expressing myself the right way. I am sorry. It's not my intention. I am new to writing, thats why I am doing this and am trying to improve. Thank you.
Chapter 2: Rebound
"Welcome to Diagon Alley!"
Iris and Iago looked around and were amazed by the atmosphere around.
Diagon Alley was a shopping district, full of people walking around from store to store. The two of them were immediatly assaulted by various smells from the different restaurantes, bars, apothecaries and many others they couldn't identify just yet. Many of them weren't very pleasent.
The streets were full of colours, specially from the weird clothing of what they imagened could only be wizards. Everyone was wearing some kind of robe with the most unusual mix of colours.
Looking around both of them could see magic being used everywhere, some people using what looked like a wooden sticks to levitate objects around, owls delivering and departing with mail to and from shops, some small green creatures that seemed to be shopping, with a click of fingers many pieces of fruit flew in their direction. This creatures didn't seem to need using the stick to perform magic, maybe they could learn to do it without it aswell?
Magic was really wonderful and this was just the beginning.
§So we're here. What now?§ Iago hissed in a low tone to their snake guide, asking for directions.
§Now you two go to the tallest building over there. It's called Gringotts and it's runned by goblins. There you will ask for an inheritance test. It's very likely you two are from old families since you possess the ancient bloodline of parselmouth..§
§And if we don't? § Asked Iris curious of what could happen if the result was negative. She would love to know if she still had any family alive, well...a real family, not that she would ever consider the Dusdleys her family.
§If you don't, they might get angry and kick you out from the bank. They usually don't like wizards but they respect hatchlings atleast.§
"Ready, Iris?" Iago was clearly nervous. A new place, a new race in a new world that could have answers about their legacy. This was the first step to join the world of magic, he only hoped it wouldn't be the last aswell. Yes, being nervous was a very logical feeling to feel at the moment. But he wouldn't show it, atleast when not alone. Iris looked nervous aswell, so he might need to step up, to show strenght even if he wasn't feeling it.
Iris looked at him, trying to read his face, and she almost laughed at his look. A mix of feelings were displayed on his face, he clearly didn't want to show what he was feeling and so was struggling a bit . She found it all a bit cute.
"Yes, let's go inside." She finaly answered.
Gringotts is an imposing snow white multistoried marble building located partway down Diagon Alley. A set of white stairs leads up to a set of burnished bronze doors. The doors are flanked by two goblins in a uniform of scarlet and gold. This is the entrance to Gringotts, and it leads into a small entrance hall and another set of doors. Engraved on these silver doors are the words:
"Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there."
After rereading the poem for the second time, Iago turned around to look at Iris and asked.
"Doesn't this look like a challange? Are they that confident on their defence that they would put at their doors, an open invitation to test their defences?"
Iris looked at the poem for the first time, studying it and looking for any signs of what Iago was talking about, but she couldn't watch any challange in there.
"To be honest with you, all I see is a funny way of wording punish to any thief that might want to try his luck".
At this they heard a rispid and low tone laugh coming from the goblin guarding the doors.
"Right you are, little human. Guess we have a smart one here. Not many understand those words, many others don't even care and just go through the doors without a second glance. Are you looking to take up the challange?" The goblin that talked smirked and nodded his head towards Iago and introduced himself.
"My name Is Dazzet and this right here is Grik. Might we know what two children want from the goblins without any escort?" His gaze went from Iago to Iris, a cold stare that made them a little uncomfortable.
Iago looked breefely towards the two goblins, matching their faces to their now given names.
"Hello, I am Iago and this is my friend Iris, it might be too soon to take up that challange, but who knows later on, might be fun." Both goblins stared at him, and after a tense moment of silence both broke to laughs.
Visible relieved that the silence was broken he kept talking.
"We are both orphans and wanted to make an inheritance test. We have reasons to believe that our family has ties to the magical world and this is the best place to find it."
"Is that so?" Dazzet makes his way to the doors and gestures them to follow.
Upon entering Iago was surprise by the large number of goblins working at large line of balconies. None spared a glance at them while they made their way to one of the working goblins.
Upon reaching one of the service balcony, Dazzet called out for the other goblin.
"Nagnok, I bring you these two children that desire to go through an inheritance test. They are quite the humans so try not to hurt them much if they end up wasting your time. Good luck Mr. Iago and Ms Iris, and good luck." With this Dazzet gave a small nod and left to his original work place.
"Very well, follow me you two!" The new goblin now named Nagnok, quickly left without looking back to see if Iago and Iris were following him.
Walking through the large and rich corridors, silver and gold decorated the walls and the high ceilling, the only light source were the various fire balls that danced in the walls with what could only be magic. Iago could only imagine how rich the goblins really were, this was truly a beautiful sight to behold.
Upon reaching a closed door with a golden doorknob, Nagnok stopped, opened the door and gestured them both to enter.
Inside was old wooden desk, with three chairs and various books in a language Iago couldn't understand. On the desk there was a silver knife with some red and green gems that could only be worth a small fortune in his mind, and some old parchments.
"Very well, the cost of this procedure will be discounted from your family vaults, if you have them. If you don't it will be recorded on our files and when you recieve your first payment it will be discounted from it. For the actual procedure, you will take this knife, make a small cut and bleed over this magical parchment. It will tell us the information we need and don't worry about the cut. It's a magical knife, your hand will heal immediatly after the necessary blood is gathered." Nagnok spoke in a very monotonous way, giving the feeling he did this everyday.
Looking at Iris, Iago could see she wasn't very pleased with having to cut her hand, so he walked towards the desk and grabbed the silver knife. Making a small horizontal cut, the blood started to run from the wound to the parchment, soaking it. When enough blood was provided, his wound suddendly started to heal and no scars were visible. Magic was really a wonderful thing.
Nagnok gathers the parchment but says nothing, only nodding to Iris repeat the process.
Iris grabbed the knife that was clean from any sight of blood and cut her hand aswell. Iago was a little concerned that she didn't even flinch upon cutting her hand but that was a talk for a later time.
Grabbing this parchment aswell, Nagnok takes a sit on the desk and starts analysing it. After a few moments of silence, Nagnok finaly speaks . Turning around to Iris first.
"Ah miss Potter, let me be the first to welcome you to the magical world. I will call your family account manager, where you can talk further and ask any questions you might add." Looking then at Iago he proceed.
"And mister Lestrange, again, let me be the first to welcome you to the magical world. It appears you were correct, you two are from old magical families. Your family account manager has also been called. Unfortunaly, you can't go together to this meetings, I hope you understand. This will be eveything with me, the procedure cost has been removed from your vaults, you can wait here till they calll you. Have a good day." And with this Iago and Iris were left alone in the room.
"Sooo..." Both spoke at the same time, and stopped when heard the other speaking.
Laughing sounded on the room, for two full minutes they laughed at the situation they were in. This morning they had no money at all and now they had vaults apparently.
"Will you be ok going alone?" Iago asked Iris, with a look of concern.
Iris smiled at him, and nodded her head. Her beautiful crimson hair waving in front of her eyes.
"We can't go together, but don't worry I will wait for you after ending in there, so you better wait aswell!"
"Yes, of course." His hands went up on a sign of surrender. "It only makes sense we leave this together." He extends his hand to her and they both shooked hands. Their eyes locked for a time, before a knock on the door was heard.
A short moment after, two goblins enter the room and ask them to follow. Seeing that they were about to go a different way, Iris and Iago looked at each other and whispered "later".
With Iris
Looking around, she came to the conclusion that the room was very similar to the other one. She noticed that the goblin was waiting for her to sit. Not wanting to make him wait for too long, Iris quickly picked the closest chair to sit.
Looking through some documents, the goblin proceed to look at Iris's green eyes and finaly spoke.
"Miss Iris, I am family Potter's account manager Fizzfang. I manage all the vaults, the various business and shares and possíble investments. But more importantly, miss Iris, I have to inform you that your grandparents are alive and we sent word for them. They should arrive in a few moments. "
Iris didn't had words to expess how happy she was. Only a few hours ago she was feeling alone in this world, living on a horrible home with horrible people and now she would meet her grandparents. But then the question of where were they and why it's the first time she is hearing about them came to her mind.
"Please, call me Iris, mr Fizzfang."
"Very well Iris, they I insist you call me Fizzfang." The goblin smirked showing why he had fang on his name.
"Why am I only hearing I have grandparents now? I was told my entire family was dead. Where were they? And what happened to my parents?"
In the middle of all this questions Iris completly missed the presence of two new wizards that came out from the fireplace, after green flames died, giving place to a woman and a man on their sixties.
"Oh my dear Iris, It's really you! We have been looking for you for the last five years!" A beautiful lady with pale white skin, long thick black hair, very delicate features and light grey eyes, with a petite figure standing on five feet five. She took out her wand and waved it clearing all the dust from her elegant cloths.
Waving her wand again, this time at the imposing man next to her. Standing on an impressive six feet two, was very well built with dark brown hair that matched his eyes.
Iris all of sudden stopped with all her questions and she would swear later on that her brain had stopped for a second. Looking at the two new presences in the room, tears, worth of five long years, started forming in her eyes.
"Are you...are you my ...?" Words were failing her, what could you say when your biggest dream was at an arms reach? All you ever wished was not an impossibility, like the Durleys made sure to tell her everyday, told her it would never be. It seems her wish was heard and fulfilled.
"Yes my dear, we are your grandparents. My husband over here and your granddad, Charlus Potter and I am your grandmother, Dorea Potter nee Black. Come here, my dear. Let us take a better look at you." Said the woman, now identified as Dorea.
Iris then, on an impressive remark of speed, run to Dorea and Charlus, and hugged them for all the love she had to give, but sadly, no one around wanted to recieve until now. Upon recieving the hug back she flinched a little at the touch, but relaxed very quickly. That didn't went unnoticed by Dorea however. When she relaxed, she melted on the hug and all the tears finaly came down, like a huge weight was finaly lifted, like the final magical notes of Chopin's perlude number four. Like the coming back home after a long trip.
All her worries, all her sorrows, all her nightmares... died... in that single hug.
"Hello, my dear. It's finaly a pleasure to meet you." Charlus couldn't hide the mix of feelings at that moment, he prided himself of being a veteran warrior from the war against Grindelwald and he could count by the fingers on his hand the number of times he had cried his entire life. But this moment was just too much to hold back, the sadness from his son and his daugther-in-law's death, the constant search for his granddaughter and now the culmination of it all.
Fizzfang nodded at Dorea so the family could talk alone, he knew they had a lot to talk about from all the questions Iris had fired earlier. Recieving the confirmation and a whisper of "Thank you" He left the room, preparing the few items to show the Potter family later.
After recovering from the emocional rush, the family sitted down and prepared for a talk that didn't promised to be easy.
"So, can you tell me where were you this last five years? Or why wasn't I living with you instead of the Durleys? And what happened to my parents, I guess they really didn't die on a car crash." Iris asked now more calmed than she ever was, sitting next to her grandparents.
"Durleys? You were with the Durleys? That's completely unaceptable! And car crash? And that's why back then while hugging us you... Did they treat you badly?" Charlus temper was rising until a soft landed on his shoulder, calming him down.
"Easy now, darling. We have to answer her questions first, don't we?" She smiled and Charlus had the experience to not disobey his wife.
"Let me start from the very beginning, six years ago before you were even born. Your parents came to us from a meeting with Dumbledore, he is the actual headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a school for wizards and witchs in London. Anyway, they came to us at Potter manor, where we still live, concerned, saying that the Lord Voldmort was after them, and that they had to hide from him to protect you. We asked why would the Lord Voldmort be after an unborn child, but they told us it would be too dangerous for us to know. We, of course, offered them to stay with us, our manor is ancestral, with many protections that could protect them. But they kept refusing, saying they would go to Godric's Hollow, where Dumbledore lives aswell, they would be safe there, get a home and cast a fidelius charm on the house, a fidelius charm is a type of magic that lets you hide a place, and only a secret keeper and the ones he trusts the secret can see it or even remember it. And so they lived there, with the charm casted by Dumbledore and Sirius Black, your godfather, as secret keeper."
Taking a pause, Dorea took two glasses of water and offered one to Iris, Charlus was having a firewhiskey, borrowed from Fizzfang's collection.
"A few months later you were born. 31 July 1980, they were so happy, we made a great party, celebrating your birth. We tried again to ask them to move with us, we could help raising you, but they kept refusing. Until one year later, on thirty first October, nineteen eighty one, the Lord Voldmort got the information from the secret keeper, entered the house and...and killed...little James and Lily, our sons, your parents. Sirius Black, was later arrested, presumaly for betraying them and killed their other friend, Peter Pettigrew."
"When we found out about this, you were already gone, Dumbledore got to you first and sent you somewhere. He wouldn't tell anyone where you were, only that the strongest wards were protecting you from anyone who would want to harm you. We tried to get you, legally you should be with us, but Dumbledore has alot of influence and power as leader of the Light, and as Supreme Mugwump of the Internacional Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. Yes, he accomulated a lot of power, so everyone thought the heroine of Britan would be safer with him."
Here Dorea had to stop, looking at the confused look on Iris's face. She gave her hand a squeeze and explained.
"You see, when Lord Voldmort tried to kill you, his curse somehow reflected, killing him instead. You are know as the girl-who-lived, ridiculous I know. People tried to write ridiculous books about you but we shot them all down."
Iris wasn't really liking what she was hearing. A heroine? Dumbledore? Lord Voldmort? A godfather that might have betrayed her parents? She started to think on what her next move should be. Seems she had a lot to learn.
"So now what do we do?"
"Now that you, the Potter heir, are here we can finaly read your parents will. Then we can take you to a healer to examine you and that scar. You could also tell us how you got into Gringotts now, we thought we would need to wait till you were eleven, after recieving your Hogwarts letter." This time, it was Charlus that spoke and had a look of ...pride for her? That was a first one, and if she were to tell the truth, she enjoy it very much.
Iris rebemberig how she go here, smilled. And told them about Iago, the park, the snake and their journey to Diagon Alley.
"The boy talked with a snake ?" Charlus showed concern at this fact, something that Iris noticed.
"Yes and so did I. That's how we found we were wizards."
'Her ability to speak is problably from the scar, no one from our family had that skill. And Lily was a muggleborn. Perphaps a long line of squibs? Unlikely.' Charlus's thoughts were running at a mile a hour at how she could speak with snakes. There were only two knowed wizards that could do it in the history of England, Salazar Slytherin and the Lord Voldmort that self claimed being the heir of Slytherin. Could this boy be...
"And does this boy has a last name perphaps?" Charlus asked with a raised eyebrown.
"Iago Lestrange." Iris replied sofly. She hoped they would let her keep being friends with Iago, her first and best friend.
Dorea and Charlus gasped at the same time. Lestrange, that was a name that brings bad memories. Last time they heard it was in a Wizengamot session to condem both Lestrange to Azkaban for torturing the Longbottoms to insanity. Should they tell her? Thankfuly Dorea spoke first.
"Iris, could you be a dear and call for Fizzfang? He will bring the will for reading. Thanks, dear." Iris shrugged, got up and left the room looking for Fizzfang.
When she closed the door Charlus chuckled. "Always the little slytherin. So, what do you think about this boy and their parselmouth skill?"
"I think we need to examine her scar as soon as possíble. About the boy I don't know. It's clear who the boy's mother is, it's possíble the father might be the Lord Voldmort. She always was so infatuated by him. And a woman of Black always gets what she wants." Dorea then turned more serious.
"Iris says the boy lived all his live on the orphanage, he never met his parents but it's too risky to let them be together. Families connected to the dark faction might use the boy to get to her. Or the boy might not be as innocent as he appeared."
"You're right, Dorea. It's too dangerous. They only met today, if they don't see each other for a long time, it might hurt the first few days but with eveything we need to teach her about the wizarding world, she will forget him, they will forget about each other, problably. She will meet new friends now that she is with us."
And then the door opened, with Iris following Fizzfang and sitting on her chair.
Removing an old paper from an envelope, he started.
They reading took only a short three minutes, but in those short minutes much was said and emotions were high. Iris was happy to know her parents loved her just as much as she loved them. This put down any doubts that she had regarding their love for her.
All their belongings were to remain within the family, since they died at the young age of twenty one, most of the gold they had was from the Potter's vaults, they wouldn't feel well giving away money that they didn't earn.
Iris learned of the existance of her godmother, Alice Longbottom that sadly was hospitalised, her godfather, Sirius Black, she heard it before from Dorea. She also learned about two old friends from her father, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, they along with Sirius and her father, apparently formed a group called the marauders. She wondered then, why would Sirius murder Peter and betray her parents?
And finaly, the last part of the will was the scariest. Sirius was not the secret keeper. Peter Petigrew was. That meant her godfather didn't betray her parents, but it's possíble that he killed Peter as revenge.
"Sirius is innocent! We can use this letter as proof in the next Wizengamot session. We have a lot to do Dorea, let's bring Sirius home." Charlus spoke with such conviction that noone could deny him if he said the sky was green.
"Thank you Fizzfang for your services to house Potter, may your enemies perish quickly." Charlus, nodded at the goblin and gestured his family to the door. Leaving the door and on their way to their home with a new face from when they entered.
With so much on her mind, Iris didn't even remember her promise to Iago.
Meanwhile with Iago
While following the goblin, Iago hoped Iris would find the family she needed. If that cousin of hers was any indication of what she had to live with, he would rather live with her as friends. Yes! That would be fun!
They finaly arrived at the door and entered an old but very sophisticated. Clearly showing that the owner of the room was very rich, or wanted to give that impression.
"Mister Lestrange, please take a seat, we have much to discuss. I am Leverik, Lestrange's family account manager. Tell me, mister Lestrange, have you any knowledge about your family status, the wizarding world, or any knowledge of your parents?" The now identified, Leverik asked in a rough voice, showing his old age and experience.
Sadly, Iago had no positive response to all of this questions. And if there was one thing Iago hated was feeling unfit.
"Can't say I have any information regarding those subjects, that was one of the reasons I set my way to Gringotts, in the hopes I could find it. Now, Mr Leverik, is this the right place?" Iago felt that he joined late a new game, with new rules and the other players wouldn't be any kind waiting for him to learn.
"Indeed you have, Mr Lestrange. Lets start about your family and its status on the wizarding world. The Lestranges are a very old and wealthy family with roots in France. The Lestrange family is part of the sacred twenty-eight, a prestigious group of twenty-eight British families that were still truly pure-blood by the 1930s. So yes, a very ancient, rich and powerful family. Now, you were named Lestrange but your father wasn't a Lestrange." At this, Iago's full attention was on Leverik.
"Yes, yes. Your mother, Belatrix Lestrange nee Black, married with Rodolphus Lestrange but they bared no child. Your mother however had a close relationship with another man. From your inheritance test we found that your father's name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, an half blood."
"Now the records we have from your father shows that he is dead, and since both your mother and her husband, the previous Lord Lestrange, are jailed for life in Azkaban, and there's no other relative to take on the lordship, it falls to you to take the role as Lord Lestrange when you come of age at seventeen. There's also a lordship left from your father side, the heir of Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Most interesting, yes."
"So I have no other family? Do you know why my mother is in that Azkaban place?" Iago asked feeling sad about his situation. Guess he would stay an orphan.
"The only family you have are some cousins from the Malfoys, the Blacks and Tonks. Your mother commited a crime against the Longbottoms, used an unforgivable curse, the cruciatus, to torture them in the name of her Dark Lord. She didn't stop the curse and by doing so, the Longbottoms got their brains fried. They are still alive, but many think death would be sweeter."
The goblin waited for Iago to process all that information. It couldn't be easy for a child to hear all of this but it was necessary.
"Now, I know this was too much to hear, but I advise you take this portkey. It will take you to the Lestrange's ancient manor. There you will have all you need to learn more about eveything you will need and the house elves will also help you." Leverik handed him one golden ring, the supposed portkey.
"About your vaults, you can only acess your trust vault from the Lestrange until you become Lord Lestrange. You can however, enter the Slytherin vault and take anything that you might want. If you would step outside the room, another goblin will guide you to your vaults. If you need anything from Gringotts in the future, don't hesitate to call me, mister Lestrange."
Knowing a dismiss when he sees one, Iago made his way out of the room and meets a goblin that was waiting for him.
"Mr Lestrange, if you would follow me to your vaults."
Iago noticed that the passageway to the vaults are made of stone instead. They made their way to some little carts, controlled by the goblins. From inside the cart, they go deep beneath the surface of the earth, through a maze of twisting passages, the cold reaching his bones and the smell and the sound of water running is noticable. The cart goes very quickly, up and down and left and right, twisting and turning, making for a fun moment to distract his mind from his previous conversation.
Finaly arriving at his trust vault, the goblin takes one golden key and unlocks the vault with the touch of his finger. Entering the vault, Iago sees more money than he could imagine. Seeing one small bag for coins, he grabs some golden coins and drops them inside.
The vault only had coins, so he walked outside towards the goblin, so they could move to the Slytherin vault.
"Hang on tight, the lower vaults are more protected and the Slytherin vault is one of the lowest." The goblin warned Iago, who grabbed the cart strongly, not wanting to fall over.
Going deeper and deeper, until all of sudden they went through a waterfall. He looked at the goblin with unmused eyes but this only made the goblin laugh.
"I am sorry, it splitted my mind to warn you about that. It's what we call the Thief's Downfall, a charmed waterfall that cancels all enchantments and magical concealments. It's one of many defences that we use. Prepare yourself for the dragon that we will meet shortly." The goblin smirked at Iago, clearly enjoying his reactions.
"Dra...dragon? Are they real? We will see a dragon?" Iago was excited with the possibility of seeing one.
Then all of sudden, a mighty roar echoes through the walls.
The cart stops and getting out of it, Iago sees his first dragon. Imposing, majestic, intimidating and deadly, very deadly!
The goblin seeing the look of admiration on Iago's face, explained to him the type of dragon this is.
"This here is an Ukranian Ironbelly, one of the largest of dragons. We train them to expect pain everytime they hear the sound of this clankers." He was expecting Iago to show any sign of disgust but he was slighly surprised that wasn't the case.
It was the impressive sight of a dragon with a metalic grey colour, an immense wingspan, long talons and rough scales that looked as hard as steel. His imposing figure shrinks upon hearing the sound of the clankers and his deep red eyes throw a look full of rage at the goblin.
With the dragon out of the way, they finaly reach their destination. The goblin this time, touchs the vault door with both hands and the sound of hundreds of locks unlocking is heard. When the sound ceases, a small hole appears on the huge black door, where the goblin proceeds to insert the key and the door finaly opens.
Getting inside, Iago notes that the contents of the vault is the opposite of his Lestrange's trust vault. Instead of gold, the vault was filled with books and scrolls. All looked ancient. He kept walking, looking and grabbing any books that he found the titles interesting. It was then that he finds what he was hoping to find. Books about parsemouth and various spells with it as origin. From wards, to charms, offensive and defensive spells and finaly he grabs a book about healing.
Gathering what seemed enough, he walks up to the goblin indicating he was done.
On his way to the entrance doors of Gringotts, Iago thinks about Iris. Wondering if she found a family, if not, if she had money to live on her own. The ideia of living together came again to his mind and made him smile. But then, what he heard about his parents invaded his mind. His mother tortured a family in the name of some dark lord and was in Azkaban for the rest of her live. The thought sickened him. Would he ever forgive her for choosing this dark lord over him? Will he, when he grows up, have this violent, sadistic side to him? He wasn't sure of anything. It was a possibility that scared him.
When Iago came out of his deep thoughts, he noted that he was already at the doors. Spotting Dazzet, Iago approachs him and asks.
"Hello Dazzet, do you know if my friend Iris passed through yet?"
Dazzet looks around and smiles watching who it is talking to him.
"Iago, I am sorry to say but I saw her leaving with mr and ms Potter, like one hour ago. Guess your inheritance tests went well. Sorry, I have to go, work calling. Have a good day mr Iago."
And with that Iago felt alone again. He grabbed his portkey and activated it, disapearing in a whirl, leaving only a small trace of magic behind and a little snake.
A/N: As an AU, I changed some things. I prefer having Iris grandparents alive and change them for Dorea Potter nee Black and Charlus Potter. A veteran war and a Black raising Iris? What could be better? I am sorry if it's not your cup of tea. Good night. And happy holidays.