Chapter Nine

Saturday August 15th 2008

09:48 am.

The street was alive as usual. I'd managed to get a few hours' sleep and make sure the rune stone worked. It seemingly did exactly what I wanted. Now the base test was out of the way the next step was to take it for a spin. I also needed to talk to the Aurors about my map but much like many other things it was going on the back burner.

I sat at the forefront of the cafe. This time I was nursing a black coffee with salt. I'd had it a few times before and it was honestly remarkable. Though not exactly something I would have thought of trying on my own. I looked at my dining companion. Fou stared back lazily lapping at a saucer of milk.

"So why does everyone just ignore you when clearly there's a no-animals policy in place?" Purple eyes looked up at me and he gave a small squirrel-dog shrug.

"Fou." I took that to mean 'don't know, don't care.' I shook my own head.

"You sure you want to stick around for this?"

"Fou. Fou. Fooou."

"Alright. The twins can be a handful so try not to get annoyed."

"Fou." He twisted his snout to the sky and snorted as if to say 'Who me?'

"And please don't turn into a massive shadow thing that eats magic in front of my family." I really tried to make it sound like I wasn't begging but we both knew I was.

"Fou."

"Thank you."

I leaned back in my chair and took another sip of coffee. It wasn't my favourite drink. That particular honour went to Coke. But this had more caffeine so it won right now. I was trying to eat light for now After all when everyone turned up they'd want food anyway. I took a bite out of the croissant and sighed.

"Harry!" My eyes opened and I ducked on reflex. Stepping out of the chair and twisting to get onto my feet. Mordred's training showed it's worth as Iris' arms sailed through empty air. I looked at my little sister who had attempted to sneak up on me.

She wasn't the tallest person in the world. In fact, she had yet to hit her growth spurt. Her hair was more like Mum's than Dad's straight instead of a tangled mess. Though she had picked up Dad's colouration. Her blue eyes looked out at me as she pouted.

"Hey!" I turned to see Mark strolling in front of our parents. He was taller than our sister, almost as tall as Mum, but still shorter than Dad and I. Red hair that was as messy as Dad's and mine while his eyes were brown. I waved back to him and pivoted the moment I felt someone enter my range Iris' grab going wide again. She wasn't the biggest cuddlebug under normal circumstances but it seemed like dodging had gotten her all fired up.

"Hey." I waved back. Picking up my coffee and sipped while stepping away from another grab.

"Fou." My dog-squirrel / squirrel-dog let out a few chuffs at Iris.

"Hey Mum, Dad." I waved again and put down the coffee. Stepping around Iris. Dad looked pretty much the way I remembered him. Messy black hair, brown eyes, easy grin, if a little tense. While Mum had her red hair drawn into a bun she was smiling. They both seemed a little pale.

I turned again letting Iris go past me. Before pulling her into a hug from behind. Resting my chin on the top of her head. Her arms came up and wrapped around mine coming the closest to a hug she could from her position. I got the feeling my sister was pouting. She let me hang on for the better part of ten seconds before beginning to squirm and I let her go.

"Fou!" The light weight of my dog-squirrel alighted on my shoulders and settled. Iris turned and looked at the small creature and a smile lit up her face.

"Puppy!" She proclaimed pointing at Fou. We were both dog people. The small creature's purple eyes turned to regard me and I flicked my head in my sister's direction. With a theatrical sigh, the squirrel-dog jumped from my shoulders and landed in my sister's outstretched arms.

"Fou!" He cried out as Iris pulled him closer and snuggled him. I got the feeling he was glad to be appreciated.

"He's so cute! Who's a good boy! Who's a good boy!" Iris, now sufficiently distracted, began to shower Fou with affection. Who seemed to lap it up. Whatever eldritch horror he really was Fou was surprisingly laid back. Which was the only reason I was willing to trust him anywhere near my family. Well, that and the fact I was fairly certain I was incapable of making him leave.

"Mark." I stepped towards my brother and offered him a high five.

"How ya been?"

"Good. It's been a trip."

"That good huh?"

"Suck a co-" I shut my mouth as our parents got closer.

"Hey, Dad." I stepped forward with my hand outstretched. Instead of a handshake, I expected he pulled me into a hug. He didn't say anything just held me for a moment before letting me go. I didn't have time to regain my bearings before Mum had done the same.

"Good to see you mate," Dad said as Mum released me.

"I'm glad you're doing well Harry."

"Good to see you too, Dad. Glad you're doing well Mum." I turned to see Iris still cuddling Fou and smiled. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Mark looked at Fou confused.

"So what is that?"

"That's Fou, he's my...Fou."

"Where'd you find him?"

"He found me."

"So is it normal?"

"Ha! No. Best as I can tell so far he can teleport and understands English."

"Is he safe?" Dad's voice was deceptively calm, hiding an undercurrent of steel. I considered my answer for a few moments.

"Yes." I omitted the 'unless you do something stupid' that should be appended to any animal, but especially magical creatures.

"Fou." I whistled and hoped he was listening. The squirrel-dog's ears twitched and he turned in Iris' arms and leaped at me. Clearing a distance that a small creature like him should never have been able to. Fou landed on my shoulder and looked into my eyes for a moment. I couldn't tell if he was amused or letting me know that I owed him for this.

"Fou!" He licked me on my cheek before settling into what was quickly becoming his usual perch on my shoulder and nuzzling my neck. "See perfectly safe."

"Right," Dad said shaking his head as Mum came forward and scratched the small creature behind the ears.

"Fou!"

"Aww he really is adorable!" Fou preened under her praise. Dad slipped closer to me.

"He is safe right?" He asked in a low tone. Fou turned to look at him with dull purple eyes.

"Yeah. He is and he can understand you." I reminded my father who looked a little sheepish at the reminder.

"Fou." The dog-squirrel's attitude was dismissive as he turned away from my Father refusing to acknowledge him. Mum gave him another scratch behind the ears.

"Did, did it, he, just sass me?"

"Yeah. He does that."

"Fou!" My companion's agreement was rather vocal. I scratched him under the chin for a moment then turned back to my siblings.

"Grab a seat. This place does great food." Dad, who was still behind me, leaned next to me and spoke in a low tone.

"Your Mother told me about it. We'll talk later." He didn't sound angry, sad, or even annoyed. Just resigned to the situation at hand. We sat and I turned to Iris.

"So what's been going on?"

"Oh! Amanda, Lisa, and I went to see WALL.E!"

"Any good?"

"Yeah! It was great! We went to stay at Amanda's after that managed to get most of our homework done." My sister the Ravenclaw. Saw a movie and then immediately talked about homework. Well, most Hogwarts students believed that the houses could broadly speaking be broken into Brave, Smart, Ambitions, and Miscellaneous. I wasn't sure if my sister was proving that right now or not.

"Then we went to Lisa's house and did some painting." That was her passion. Iris loved two things above all else. Magic and Art. Didn't matter if it was painting, drawing, or photography, if it was visual art she was into it. In the interest of not being treated to another hour-long dissertation on the merits of different types of paints and brushes, I chose to move on, quickly. I love my sister. But I have my limits.

"Sounds great. How about you Mark?"

"Oh yeah. Ron and I did some pick-up Quidditch with some of the guys. Then went and saw the Dark Knight Rises with Seamus and Dean." Okay, that was a movie I had actually been looking forward to.

"Was it good?" I demanded.

"Yep near the end-"

"Shut up." He grinned at me and I looked at Fou on the bare edge of telling him to sic'em.

"You'll like it. It's better than Batman Begins."

"Okay, I'll see it when I get back."

"Really why not do it here?"

"I don't speak French Mark."

"Ah."

"Yeah." There was a quick lull in the conversation when the waitress came by to take our order. She looked over the group strangely.

"No Ciel today?" Her voice was almost teasing.

"Nope," I said in my best customer service voice. She gave me a grin I could only classify as mischievous as she walked off. That expression did not fill me with confidence.

"Who's Ciel?" Mark put in as he downed a cup of water.

"Nunya."

"Nunya?"

"None ya business." I hoped to cut that off before it could start and turned to our parents. "Anyway Mum, Dad, what's been going on with you?"

"Works been the same as always. Arthur's getting better at not misusing Muggle words but it's been an uphill battle getting the department more funding." That was always the case with the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Close to no funding and constantly overworked. Mum had apparently thought she could use it as a springboard into making the Ministry take Muggle matters more seriously in the wake of the last war.

A little over fourteen years later and I was pretty sure she had been entirely wrong about that. But Mum liked it and it was,despite what some inbred pure-blood jackoffs thought, a very important office despite its size. Most magicals really didn't think much of enchanting Muggle things and that made tracking them down and rooting them out the full-time job that should have taken several people. Unfortunately they only had enough funding for three.

The job involved a lot of detective work. Who made the artifact? When was it made? Why was it made? How was it made? For what purpose was it made? What has the chain of ownership been? Do charges need to be filed? What charges need to be filed? On and on it went.

Frankly, there was a fair bit of overlap between the work that Mum did to track down everything about an enchanted Muggle item and the work Dad did tracking people. To the point, I'd heard him bounce ideas off of her more than once.

"Filius and I have also made some real strides in our research on stasis." While not an official magical researcher like those who could be found in the Department of Mysteries and the Department for Spell Development. Mum was working with Professor Flitwick on some independent research.

"Anything interesting?"

"So far we've managed to create a small area where time is slowed by a factor of five. Which gives healers far more time to begin work on a patient. However, we're not sure if slowing the body that much would have detrimental effects when they reintegrate with the natural flow of time. So we're considering beginning some trials soon."

Time-based magic was particularly difficult and regulated. No one wanted to deal with time travel. I'd heard that the Department of Mysteries had once been researching that. But it was shelved after centuries of going nowhere and the fear of the repercussion of success.

The last thing anyone wanted was to accidentally paradox themselves out of existence. Assuming that was a thing anyway. Personally, I'd always found the space part of the time-space breakdown to be a more practical area of study. A less inherently terrifying one as well.

We shuffled around a little as the waitress came back to set down our meals. She gave me another grin and I silently prayed that Ciel didn't come back here anytime today. Because I felt like that fifty-fifty coin flip was going to go against me.

"Cool. How about you Dad?"

"It's all the same for me I'm afraid mate. The cases so far have been brilliantly boring. But that's a good thing. I'd rather be investigating a case of stolen goods than a triple homicide any day of the week." The Auror office did good work but I certainly didn't blame my Father for not wanting to work more homicides.

Killing a few of the Dead made me throw up. I didn't think seeing the dead bodies of your fellow man could be good for your mental health if that was all you did. And now I was wondering if morticians needed more therapy. Joy.

"How about you Harry, been enjoying Annecy?"

"Yeah." I lied through my teeth without a second thought. While I liked the city well enough I couldn't exactly say my time here had been enjoyable. I had been dropped in the middle of a missing persons case.

That had then turned into a vampire case and almost been murdered by a woman who I was still unsure about. Not to mention being held by French Aurors. Which comparatively speaking had been the most pleasant experience of the three.

"Been fun. I've walked the Promenade du Thiou. Beautiful views. Hiked a little outside the city. Spent some time by the lake. Gotten a feeling for the locals. Went and saw the Jardin de l'Europe, and got a few shots of Saint Pierre cathedral." I wasn't lying completely. I had indeed done all those things. Just not because I was a tourist out to enjoy himself.

"Have you been to Chateau d'Annecy yet?" Mum asked.

"They've got a museum and art!" Iris chimed in helpfully. Her twin rolled his eyes in exasperation. I could tell which of them was looking forward to that without any trouble.

"Not yet. Did you want to go?"

"Yeah, obviously!" My sister didn't even hesitate.

"Should we go after we finish then?" Dad asked looking down at his half-eaten plate. As Mum ordered another pot of tea from our waitress.

"Yeah!" Iris practically cheered.

"Do we have to?" Mark was griped with an air of long-suffering.

"Is there something you wanted to do Bunny?" Mum asked making my mouth twitch as my brother flinched away from the nickname. His eyes darted to the rather attractive woman a few tables over. You don't have a chance with her in your wildest dreams buddy.

"No. Not really." He muttered mulishly. I chose to take pity on him.

"There's a water park not too far away." He didn't quite light up. But I too had been fourteen once. Mark knew as well as I did that a water park meant swimsuits. As a fourteen-year-old that meant he'd probably ogle everything in a bikini. God I missed the days when that was my biggest concern.

"Alright then." Dad decided scooping the last of his sandwich up. "We'll do Chateau d'Annecy and walk the Promenade du Thiou. If we have some more time we'll do some other things too. Then tomorrow or the day after we'll go to that water park. Any objections?"

We shook our heads.

"Great." With that final word, he pulled out his own phone and began to fumble. It was amusing watching Dad attempt to use technology. Anything past pressing one button and he practically fell apart. More and more Muggle inventions were becoming commonplace in society. No matter how traditional owl post and floo calls were. There was something so much more convenient about being able to call someone from anywhere and have a reasonable chance of reaching them.

By the time Dad had managed to pull up maps, Mum had already charted a route, finished her sandwich, and drained the remainder in her teapot.

"Shall we go dear?" She asked giving Dad a smile that radiated smug like heat from a furnace. Dad just waved his hand in defeat.

"Sure honey." Within a few minutes, we were packed, paid, and heading out. Mum took the lead with Iris practically skipping next to her. Mark had his phone out and was looking at something. All he was missing was the headphones to complete the 'teenager who didn't want to be here look'. Dad and I let ourselves trail behind them. Slowly allowing the others to get just far enough ahead that we wouldn't be overheard but close enough it was obvious we were together.

"So Enforcer?" Let it never be said that tact was one of Dad's strong suits.

"Yep."

"Okay. Can you walk me through why?" I mulled over where to start with that.

"I don't remember Grandma and Grandpa," I admitted. "I don't remember their faces, the way they sounded, their smell, or anything like that. All I remember is a pair of shapes without features. My next closest memory about them is how I felt when you sat me down to tell me they'd been killed by Death Eaters in an attack and how you and Mum cried at the funeral."

"I see."

"I figured that I could help people by becoming one. I know that they act like Aurors if a little more violent." I put the best spin on that I could. "But they also go after worse people." He nodded slowly absorbing my words.

"You do understand that becoming an Enforcer or not. That will happen to other people. It's one of the first things you learn in any form of law enforcement. You won't be able to help everyone no matter how hard you try."

"I know. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try."

"I agree. Now then why couldn't you do that by being an Auror?"

"I...You've told me about how Death Eaters and the others avoided justice by using money and ministry connections. I don't really want to work for a place where that can happen?"

"And you believe that the ICW will be better?"

"Maybe not better. But different. I'd like to think they wouldn't be as susceptible to it. Besides I didn't take Potions NEWT's so I couldn't be an Auror anyway."

"You'd probably be wrong about that. No matter where you are politics tends to be an unsavoury and annoying business."

"Maybe."

"And as for not taking the Potions NEWT that's a cop-out and you know it. If you really wanted to be an Auror. Your Mother and I would have set aside money to have you privately tutored so you could take the tests this year and you know we would. Because we've told all three of you that we'd get you private tutoring on any subject if you asked for it. But moving away from that. You understand what they are going to ask you to do?"

"Yeah."

"Are you prepared to do it?"

"Yeah."

"I see. Have you been practicing?" That drew me up short. Was he asking if I'd been practicing getting ready to kill someone? Or did he mean was I practicing in general? Because the answer to both was yes. But one was a far more disturbing question than the other.

"I've been practicing my spells, physical conditioning, and dueling." I decided to hedge my bets.

"What's your opinion on killing in the line of duty?" That one I'd heard before. It was a standard question asked in an Auror's job interview. I'd heard Dad talk about applicants' answers often enough and I'd had time to think about my own.

"I don't really want to kill anyone." That was the truth. The idea of killing itself did not repulse me. Mordred's values were a few hundred years out of date but they were right when they said some people just needed killing. But that didn't mean it should be the first choice. A choice certainly, but hopefully not the first one.

Making the decision to kill was a choice to be made when other avenues were closed. In protection of oneself and others. Or if the person was too dangerous to be allowed to exist. Mordred had hammered that into my head as well. Sometimes life had to be taken. But that didn't mean that you shouldn't have respect for it.

Taking life may be necessary but that didn't mean it should be done without due consideration. With that said once the determination to take life had been made one should remove their enemy in as quick and efficient a manner as possible. Inflicting suffering or cruelty unnecessarily was beneath me.

"But if it's a choice between me and them, or they're threatening innocent people then I'll do what I have to." I'd made that decision a long time ago and I stood by it.

"Okay. You said you've been doing practice. Do you have a partner or anything like that?"

"I've done some hand-to-hand stuff with a Teacher in London." And France and half a dozen other places since I took Mordred with me everywhere I went. "But my spell work and dueling has mostly been through dummies."

"Alright then." Dad stopped and turned towards me I did the same and his hazel eyes looked into my green unwavering. "Do you really want this? You're a smart kid Harry you have options."

"Yeah. This is what I'm gonna do." He nodded slowly at my words and closed his eyes.

"Okay. In that case, what do you know about Enforcer exams?"

"I know there's a physical, dueling, theoretical, and combat component. But not precisely what they entail."

"The physical component is pretty basic fitness stuff. Push-ups in a row, sit-ups and run an obstacle course. The obstacle course is timed. I'll get my hands on the exact course and numbers when I'm back at work. Dueling is self-explanatory, the theoretical stuff isn't as bad as you may think. It's mostly about understanding how you solve problems rather than seeing if you memorised information. Finally, the combat component is similar to dueling but without the no physical contact rule that duels are conducted under."

"How do you know all that?"

"I am an Auror," Dad said raising an eyebrow. "I've worked with Enforcers before. So I reached out to some of them last night and a few of them got back to me this morning. Some of them were willing to give a bit more information but I'll talk to them when I get back to work. If you want this, I mean really want this, then I'm behind you one hundred percent Harry. If you decide it's not for you then I'm behind you then as well." He reached out and pulled me into a tight hug and I wrapped my arms around him as well.

"Now then. When we get back home I'll help you set up an obstacle course and invite Sirius and Remus over to practice dueling. See if I can't get some other people to help out as well but I know that Sirius and Remus will jump in. Once we've got the basics down we'll work on improving."

"Thanks, Dad." I felt a lump in my throat. I'd made my choice soon after I'd contracted with Mordred. I'd always thought they be against it. Seemed like even after seventeen years I didn't know everything about my parents.

"It's fine. Like your Mother said. Every parent wants to see their child succeed. If I can help I will." He smiled at me and I took note of the lines on his face for the first time in years. He looked older than he did in my memories. "Now then we probably should catch up." Dad gave me a grin and strode forward getting closer to Mum and the twins before embarrassing Iris with a cry of Cupcake. Giving her a massive hug. I shook my head and walked behind them a small smile on my face.

A smile that dropped almost instantly as I felt a twinge in the back of my head and stepped to the right allowing the person that had entered my range to grab thin air instead of my arm. I was halfway through a turning strike that would collapse their throat before I stopped myself and really looked at her. Ciel grinned at me completely unrepentant as I frowned at her. Seemingly unconcerned about my aborted murder attempt.

She was dressed up today. A blue blouse, a white skirt that went to just below her knees, a black belt holding them together, and a pair of white slip-on shoes. Her eyes were gleaming in an amused fashion under her, I was quite certain fake, glasses.

"Really?" I hissed at her. "Today? You had to do this today?"

"What I just saw a friend of mine and decided to say hello!"

"Like hell. How did you even know where I was?"

"Elise told me." My brain stalled for a second and I could almost hear the gears in my skull grinding.

"Elise?" I didn't know anyone called Elise, did I?

"She's a waitress at the cafe." I cursed the woman.

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to say hi and I was kind of bored since we didn't do anything last night."

"You blew up an alley!"

"Lies and slander."

"Fou." Even Ciel could tell Fou didn't believe her.

"Show me proof."

"You. I. Uh!" English was hard right now.

"See you have nothing and therefore I am completely innocent."

"That's some seriously twisted logic right there." She simply turned her nose up at me and I massaged my temples in an attempt to abate my oncoming headache.

"Why are you here?" I tried again and the smile dropped off of her face.

"I was worried."

"About what?"

"Last night you seemed off and distracted I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason?" I kept my gaze on the amazingly frustrating person before me.

"We're not exactly best friends."

"We don't need to be. I was concerned. Despite our unorthodox meeting, I don't think you're a bad person. So I decided to track you down and make sure you were okay."

"I...I really don't get you. We've gone from you knocking me out then trapping me in a Formalcraft bible passage circle and subtle death threats to this." I waved my hand up and down in front of her. Ciel's face softened getting rid of all of the hard edges that I hadn't even been aware of.

"You don't need to get it. I'm being a little selfish today is all."

"You being selfish is coming to find me while I'm out with my family to make sure I am emotionally stable after thinking I was a bit off yesterday evening.?"

"Believe it or not."

"If this is selfish I'd love to see selfless."

"I don't really do selfless. Pretty much everything I do is selfish." I knew liars. Hell, I was the most prodigious liar I knew. So I was pretty floored by the fact I couldn't find even the smallest trace of deceit on her face or in her tone.

"Well." I struggled to get the next words out. "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" She seemed surprised.

"Did you want anything else?"

"Not really."

"Not going to ask about the rune stone?"

"You'll tell me once you test it out."

"You seem pretty certain about that."

"Are you not going to?" I had no answer to that. Because she was right I had planned on calling her after I tested it out tonight.

"Thought so!" She chuckled with a smile.

"Okay, fine you got me."

"Harry?" My head snapped away from Ciel as I registered that my family had stopped a half dozen meters ahead of us. Staring at us as we bantered. Their faces ranged from amused to intrigued. I really hoped they weren't close enough to have overheard all of that.

"Yes, Mum?" I tried to keep my tone level. I succeeded, mostly.

"Who is this?" She was in the amused camp along with Mark. While Dad and Iris were filling out the intrigued side of the roster. Of course, they were content to allow Mum her impromptu integration without interruption. I spent a solid ten seconds thinking up and discarding several different answers but not knowing how the Executor would work with them I settled, very disappointingly, on the truth or a version of it at least.

"This is Ciel."

"Oh is she!" Mum's amusement turned to exuberance and she practically flounced forward as though the distance between us was personally offensive to her extending her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ceil. He's told me a bit about you."

"All good things I hope."

"Yes, all good things." I confirmed all the while attempting to convey the message 'find a reason to leave' with nothing but my eyes and body language.

"Indeed. All good things." Mum confirmed with a smile as she let Ciel's hand go. "It's rare I meet one of Harry's friends these days. He's just become a bit of a loner I'm afraid."

"He did seem to have a bit of a prickly personality when we first met." Woman! You tried to stab me when we met and then you kidnapped me. You have the gall to call me prickly!?

"He can be a bit standoffish but I hope it hasn't been too bad on you." Too bad on her? Mother, what do I have to do to get you to care about me like this?

"Oh once we'd gotten to know each other a bit we've been fine." You mean after I was captured, interrogated, and threatened.

"Wonderful! Do you have any plans today?" Fuck, fuck, no, no, no, no, no. Say yes you have plans. You damned Judas Priestess!

"Not really." Ciel completely ignored my desperate attempts at telepathic communication. My mother pulled her forward to meet the rest of the family and invited her to come along to the day's festivities.

"I'd love to!" Ciel crushed my last remaining hope with a dazzling smile on her face. Seriously what God had I offended?

"Fou." The squirrel-dog said comfortingly and nuzzled my neck. His attempt was somewhat ruined by the fact I could feel his body shaking with suppressed laughter.

Thanks, buddy.

Chapter Nine- END.

Honestly, this is a chapter that probably didn't need to exist. When I was putting the whole 23-chapter book together I debated on tearing this and another 4-5 chapters out. Because overall this chapter doesn't need to exist. It serves the story in small ways that could have been addressed in other ways in other chapters. It still exists due to the fact that I decided if I never wrote another story set in this universe then I wanted people to be able to picture what would happen next in their heads. This meant, I feel, that I needed to give an idea of how his family dynamics work.

Also, competent parents are the bane of my existence. You'll hear more about that later.

Finally, sort of a side note really, I got my first Review telling me to Kill Myself. Even if it is hard to take a guy called THOTSLAYER9000 seriously. This story is cross posted a few places and to no one's surprise that particular comment came from Fanfic . net also before you guys tell me about how the site is a cesspool. I know. I've been there awhile and that's had time to sink in. Even if I do like the place. That said outside of the Kill Yourself part of the review they did make a point of how Harry is a shitty OC.

I think that does hold some water frankly. Like I mentioned in another Author's Note, not sure if that ended up here on Fanfic. Net or only on Spacebattles. I think I've got what I feel to be the core of his personality boiled down. But that obviously not going to be true for everyone. So if anyone has advice for keeping him in character while knowing there are changes to his background please do tell me. Because it would be helpful. Anyway, I'll let you go. Have fun!