The rest of the summer was most likely the best one Arthur had ever experienced in his life. Not only did he more or less learn all of his new books for school by heart, but he also spent his days of summer in the forest surrounding the house and befriended many of the both magical and none-magical creatures living there, including the unicorn heard Scott once told him about. He managed to teach his kitten a few tricks too! Now when it was summer his daily lessons had come to an end as well, which meant Dylan and Scott took turns to be at home and look after him, with the occasional visit from Patrick or William, while the others worked. Patrick and William also made it their personal mission to teach Arthur everything about playing Quidditch, and the moment any or both of them visited they dragged Arthur out into the garden to play. Both of them cursed up a storm when Dylan reminded them first years weren't allowed to bring their own broom or to play in the house-team.
So far the only less pleasant event during the summer was when the frog (aka Francis Bonnefoy), an old French friend of Scott, came to visit for two weeks. Francis had been a friend to the family for as long as Arthur could remember, but for some reason Arthur always had a hard time to stand the mere presence of him. It certainly didn't help the frog was an obvious pervert who flirted with all men and women who were unlucky enough to catch his eye. Francis Bonnefoy also had a tendency to always tell him how adorable Arthur used to be, and with hearts in his eyes talk about all the cute (read: embarrassing) things Arthur did as a baby. Arthur swore he one day would manage to burn the picture of his three years old self dressed as a bunny! Needlessly to say Arthur wasn't exactly fond of Francis, but Arthur was determined to not let the frog destroy his summer and somehow managed to endure the visit until the frog went back to France and let Arthur enjoy what was left of his holiday.
Time always seems to go much faster during the summer though, and it didn't feel like a long time at all before the first day of September arrived. The morning passed in a blur for Arthur, but he remembered how Dylan said goodbye and actually gave him a short hug before he went to work. It wasn't until Dylan was already out of the door Arthur remembered this was most likely the last time he would see Dylan until the Christmas holidays, and his nervousness only continued to grow after that.
To arrive at the King's Cross station both took longer and shorter time than Arthur expected it to. As mentioned before there was no natural path through the forest around their house, so Scott was forced to first apparate to their apartment in London with Arthur's trunk and Cassie, then come back and take Arthur with him. From the apartment Scott then drove them in his car to the King's Cross station, but by the time Scott finally found somewhere to park the clock already showed 10:24 AM. Even though Arthur logically knew they had more than enough time before the train departed Arthur couldn't help but to want Scott to hurry. They didn't bother with a trolley either – Scott just took the trunk over his shoulder and let Arthur carry the cage with Cassie inside.
"Well, what platform is the train going to depart from?" Scott asked with a grunt as they walked into the station.
"Platform nine and three-quarters," Arthur answered and checked at the ticket again to make sure.
"Haha, very funny Artie. Be serious now," Scott gruffly shot back.
"My name is not Artie, and I AM serious! Take a look for yourself if you don't believe me!" Arthur said angrily and showed Scott the ticket.
"Right. Of course. Great! This is why I hate the wizards, they can't even make normal platforms," Scott began to mutter darkly.
At first Arthur wasn't sure what Scott meant, but he found out soon enough when they stood in front of platform nine and ten.
According to the ticket there should have been a platform somewhere in the middle of them, but Arthur could only see a wall of brick.
"How do we get to the platform?" Arthur asked nervously.
"How should I know? I didn't go to Hogwarts," Scott reminded Arthur and continued to mutter darkly while he dragged his free hand through his hair in frustration.
"You told me you visited Hogwarts in the past though, didn't you?" Arthur remarked with a hint of desperation.
"Aye, but I just apparated to Hogsmeade and walked the last bit to the castle," Scott shot back. "Read yer ticket again to see if it says anything about what we should do."
Arthur took up the ticket from his pocket again and desperately tried to find anything on it which told them how they were supposed to get to the platform, but there was nothing written.
"Well?"
"There is nothing!" Arthur's voice hitched with a hint of panic.
"Let me look at it," Scott snapped and snatched away the ticket from Arthur's hand and leaned the trunk against the wall to read the ticket.
Except the trunk didn't stay standing – it fell straight through the wall and disappeared.
"My trunk!"
Scott stared at the point where the trunk disappeared and suddenly began to grin. "Of course…"
Without warning he then grabbed Arthur's free hand and forced Arthur to follow him in a run against the brick wall. Years later Arthur would still vehemently deny it, but he let out a cry of surprise and closed his eyes tightly in fear of the impact which was sure to come. Except it never did. Instead Arthur only eventually felt them both come to a stop and when Scott let go of his hand Arthur snapped his eyes open as he stumbled over his trunk. If glares could kill Scott would have been dead now.
"What was that for!? We could have died!"
"Is that the 'thank ye' I get for making sure ye' don't miss yer train?" Scott chortled and picked up the trunk over his shoulder again.
Only now did Arthur take notice of where they were and looked up to see a scarlet steam engine which waited next to a platform full of people.
A sign clearly said it was the Hogwarts Express, which would leave at 11 o'clock. They had run through the wall.
"Are ye' coming?"
Arthur's attention snapped back towards his brother, who now walked towards the train, and Arthur hurried after him so he wouldn't be left behind. The smoke from the engine drifted over the crowd of people on the platform, cats in all colours ran between all the legs and owls hooted to each other from their cages. Arthur was lucky they were here in time – the first two carriages were already packed with students, who either talked with their families through the windows or fought over seats. Despite this it didn't take long until Arthur and Scott found an empty compartment on the first half of the train near the middle, and Scott made a quick affair of lifting up the trunk for the steps and stow away the trunk in the luggage rack. Afterwards Scott walked out from the train again while Arthur opened the window to talk to his brother before the train left.
"Now, ye' will most likely be unable and too tired to send anything after the sorting and everything, but be sure to send us an owl tomorrow to tell us which house ye' ended up in, or I will never hear the end of it from Dylan," Scott grinned and handed over 5 Galleons to Arthur. "This should be more than enough for ye' to buy lunch on the train and still leave ye' with some money over."
Arthur muttered back a 'thanks' and pocketed the money, not really sure what else to say.
"Make sure you don't end up in trouble at school either," Scott then said in a more serious voice. "I don't want owls sent home with letters all the time about ye' ending up in trouble."
Arthur snorted. "Why would I end up in trouble?"
"You're a Kirkland," Scott told him with a smirk, as if that explained everything. "Trouble has a tendency to find us no matter if we want it or not."
Sadly enough Scott had a point, so Arthur only nodded back in reply. They then continued to chat for a while (Arthur wasn't sure for how long) while Arthur tried to ignore the lump of nervousness in his stomatch, but then Scott all of sudden looked down at his watch and sighed.
"Well, I better get to work before Fudge messes up something at the ministry."
"Aren't you going to stay until the train leaves?" Arthur asked in badly hidden surprise.
"Did ye' want me to stay?" Scott asked with a raised eyebrow, clearly not having expected it.
"Of course not!" Arthur spluttered in embarrassment, but then (kind of) began to backtrack.
"I mean, if you want to I will not stop you. It's not like I care what you do!"
However Scott easily saw through his mask and laughed. "As if anyone is going to believe that!"
Arthur felt his face go red and once again began to splutter in embarrassment. It certainly didn't help Scott then reached up and ruffled Arthur's hair, which made sure his hair became even messier than before.
"Hey, stop that!"
To Arthur's annoyance Scott looked even more amused by this, but at least Scott withdrew his hand from Arthur's hair.
At that moment a whistle also loudly sounded through the air, and Arthur realized the train was about to depart anyway.
"Have a great year. I'll see ye' at Christmas," Scott grinned, backed away from the train and began to wave just as the train began to move.
"Remember to send us an owl about what house ye' end up in, Artie!"
"My name is not Artie!" Arthur angrily hollered back to Scott as the train picked up speed.
Arthur swore he could hear Scott's laugh even from this distance, but the waving figure of his brother quickly only became smaller and smaller until he completely disappeared when the train rounded a corner. With a huff of irritation Arthur withdrew from the window before he closed it and sat down on the seat, but then allowed himself to smile a little. He was finally on his way to Hogwarts.
It didn't take long until Arthur heard mewing from Cassie's cage, and Arthur took the opportunity to open Cassie's cage to let her stretch her legs in the compartment for a while. Cassie was clearly pleased by his decision and immediately jumped on the seat next to Arthur and stretched before she with a content purr laid down on Arthur's lap to be petted, which suited Arthur just fine. It was relaxing to pet his cat while he let his thoughts wander. For an example, what house would he be sorted in? Personally he thought Ravenclaw seemed like it would suit him, but he supposed Gryffindor or Hufflepuff wouldn't be too bad either. He heard a lot of bad rumors about Slytherin, so perhaps it was best to avoid that house, but surely they couldn't be that bad? Just because Voldemort used to be in Slytherin it didn't mean the rest of the people in Slytherin would also be evil. However Arthur was soon interrupted from his musings when the door to the compartment suddenly opened and Arthur saw a girl with bushy brown hair and large front teeth stand in the opening.
"Excuse me, but is there still an empty seat in your compartment?" she asked with a bossy voice. "A pair of twins was doing loud pranks on the outside of my compartment, so I decided to move somewhere quieter."
"Sure," Arthur answered and gestured to his cat before he continued. "Cassie and I are the only ones in this compartment anyway, so we don't mind the company."
That was only partly true – Arthur had looked forward to spend some time alone before they arrived at Hogwarts, but he wasn't going to begin his time at school with being rude towards a girl - he was a gentleman after all. Besides, it couldn't hurt to get to know someone.
"Thank you," the girl quickly replied and dragged her trunk into the compartment before she closed the door.
Arthur let Cassie down on the seat next to him and then stood to help the girl lift the very heavy trunk. Together they somehow managed to lift the trunk up to the luggage rack, and after she thanked him for the help they sat down on the seats on the opposite side of each other. Cassie was of course quick to climb back into Arthur's lap to be petted.
"I never introduced myself earlier, did I?" the girl questioned with an air of confidence around her and made a move to shake Arthur's hand.
"I'm Hermione Granger, and I'm about to begin my first year on Hogwarts."
"Arthur Kirkland. I will also begin my first year," Arthur replied with a nod and shook her hand before he gestured towards the cat in his lap. "This is my cat, Cassie."
"Nice to meet you both. Are you really a Kirkland?" questioned Hermione in an eager voice, but didn't wait for him to answer.
"I have read all about your family of course – I bought a few extra books for background reading, nobody in my family except for me have any magic at all you see, and not only did I find out your family always have held high positions in the Ministry of Magic, but your family is also famous for working like a bridge to the non-magical government. On top of that Dylan Kirkland is also acknowledged as the best dragon expert in Britain while Merlin Kirkland is famous for taking out a total of over 200 Death Eaters before he was killed in an ambush by the Death Eaters."
All of this was said so fast Arthur almost had a hard time to follow what she said, but at the same time Arthur was now reminded his family was actually famous in the magical world. He hadn't really understood how famous they were until now though, and it briefly made Arthur wonder if the fame was one of the reasons why he had more or less grown up on the non-magical side of the world. After all his brothers were not exactly very social people most of the time.
At the moment it was therefore probably a good thing Hermione seemed content to take care of all the talking by herself, because Arthur was not sure what to answer.
"Of course, I did not only read books for background information, I also made sure to learn all our set books by heart. I just hope it will be enough…"
Hermione finally seemed to take a breath, and her last piece of information perked Arthur's interest.
"What did you think about the book written by Newt Scamander?"
"Oh, so you've read it too?" Hermione asked in excitement. "I compared some of the information in the book to others books I bought, and while I found Newt Scamander's facts interesting and mostly correct there were also parts where I couldn't help but to question the information I read, especially since it was so vastly different from what other books have stated as facts before."
"I know!" Arthur exclaimed, eager at the fact he had found someone to discuss the books with.
This was also mostly what the conversation continued to be about for the rest of the hour, although they after a while changed their focus to the many different books they had read. Arthur soon found out Hermione talked much calmer once she began to relax, which in turn made Arthur realize she most likely only talked so fast in the beginning because she was nervous, even if it wasn't easy to see with the confident mask on her face. All in all Arthur found himself enjoying the pleasant conversations with Hermione, and when the conversations began to ebb out both of them took out a book from their trunk and read in comfortable silence with only the occasional comment about what they just read. Perhaps, Arthur thought briefly, he had found a friend.
Just before the trolley with food arrived they took turns to wait outside the compartment when the other changed into the black robes normally worn by wizards and witches. When they were done eating and Arthur had given Cassie her own food they then began another conversation while the countryside outside the window flew past and began to become wilder. The flat lands were now changed into woods, rivers and dark green hills. It was only much later their conversation was interrupted when a knock on the door to their compartment was heard, and a round-faced boy who looked close to tears entered their compartment.
"I'm sorry, but have any of you seen a toad?"
Both Arthur and Hermione shook their heads and the boy looked like he was about to cry.
"I don't understand how I keep losing him!" the boy wailed.
"What is your name?" Hermione asked in a kind voice.
"Neville Longbottom," the boy sniffled.
"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione smiled kindly.
"I'm Arthur Kirkland," Arthur greeted as well.
"Nice to meet you, I'm sorry for bothering-" Neville began before his eyes suddenly widened.
"Wait, are you from THE Kirkland family?" Neville asked with a clearly surprised voice.
"Yes…"
Arthur had a feeling this wasn't the last time he would see a reaction similar to Neville's.
"Your family is famous," Neville added wide-eyed.
"Yes," Arthur sighed again.
Perhaps it was a mistake to tell people his name if everyone was going to react like Neville, but luckily enough Hermione saved him from more questions.
"When was the last time you saw your toad?" she asked him, and Neville immediately began to tear up again.
"I first lost him on the station, but my gran found him and I brought him onto the train, so I know he must be here somewhere. I just can't find him!"
"Do you want us to help you look for him?"
Wait, US? Arthur gave Hermione an incredulous look. Why did she mix him up in this?
"Oh, would you?" Neville asked and looked between Arthur and Hermione with big eyes.
Urgh… It looked like Arthur didn't have a choice in this. It wasn't like he wanted to help Neville, mind you! Arthur just didn't have anything to do right now anyway, so he might as well help the boy find his toad. That was all. It wasn't like he felt sorry for the boy or anything! Really!
"Yes, we can help you look if you want us to," he finally answered.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!"
Arthur stood up from his seat and put Cassie back in her cage, just to make sure he wouldn't need to run around and look for her as well once they found the toad. Cassie let him do it, but it was clear she didn't like this particular decision, so Arthur silently promised he would let her out from the cage again as soon as he was back from the toad-search. When he looked up again Hermione and Neville already stood just outside the compartment and waited for him, so Arthur hurried outside and closed the door behind himself.
"Since there are three of us it will go much quicker if we split up," Hermione decided. "Arthur, if you go towards the locomotive I will go with Neville towards the end of the train."
Her logic made sense, so Arthur only nodded in agreement before he turned towards his left and began to walk through the corridors while he asked the people he met if they had seen a toad. So far Arthur didn't have any luck though. In the third compartment Arthur only found two red-haired twins chase a gigantic tarantula while a boy with dreadlocks cheered them on. Arthur quickly closed the door again before any of the older boys had the chance to notice he was there. The two girls in the tenth compartment hadn't seen the toad either, but the shy girl with brown, short hair and blue eyes at least wished him good luck on his search. Arthur thanked the nice girl, unlike the rude boy with a pale, pointed face and blonde hair and his two much bigger companions who not much later shoved past Arthur in the corridor on their way in the opposite direction.
Time slowly went by, and eventually Arthur arrived at the last compartment before the driver of the train. By then Arthur figured he wouldn't be able to find the toad, but he still wanted to ask in the last compartment just to be sure. This, of course, meant Arthur soon was making his way back through the train with a toad in his hands to hopefully find Hermione and Neville again. Arthur should have known the toad would hide in the last compartment he went to look in, that was just how things always seemed to work. It didn't take long before he was back at his and Hermione's compartment again, but since neither Hermione nor Neville were back yet Arthur continued down the corridor to the end of the train and began to search for them in the other compartments. Arthur knocked on the door to a compartment near the end of the train and slid open the door.
"Excuse me, but have you seen-" Arthur began, but was rudely interrupted by a red-haired boy with freckles around his own age.
"For the last time, we haven't seen that toad!"
"No, I know. I found him, so I'm looking for the owner," Arthur replied in a flat voice and showed the toad for two boys in the compartment, not impressed by the red-haired boy's manners.
At least the red-haired boy had the decency to look embarrassed. Arthur was just about to ask them again if they had seen Neville and Hermione, but was once again interrupted when three boys shoved him aside and entered the compartment.
"Hey, what was that for!?" Arthur angrily retorted, but the three boys completely ignored him and instead only showed interest for the boy with black hair and glasses in front of them.
"Is it true?" the boy in the middle asked, who Arthur now recognized as the pale boy with blonde hair who shoved past him in the corridor earlier.
"Everyone on the train says Harry Potter is in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
Arthur shifted his eyes to the black-haired boy in surprise. He didn't expected this.
"Yes," the boy who apparently was Harry Potter answered and looked at the two much bigger boys on either side of the pale one.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle," the pale boy commented nonchalantly when he noticed where Harry was looking.
"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Arthur recognized the name – it was also the name of one of the many people from the Ministry Scott usually complained about. Meanwhile the red-haired boy gave away a cough, and Arthur suspected it was a bad attempt to hide a snigger. This meant the attention shifted from Harry Potter to the red-haired boy.
"Do you think my name is funny? I don't even need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford to have."
Arthur saw how the Weasley's face quickly turned into the same colour as his hair while Malfoy returned his attention to Harry.
"You will soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to make friends with the wrong sort, and I can help you there."
Harry barely even seemed to look at the hand Malfoy held out.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort is for myself, thanks," Harry replied with an icy voice.
Arthur didn't need to look at Malfoy's face to know Harry's answer wasn't the one Malfoy wanted to hear. Arthur was correct.
"I would be more careful if I was you, Potter. Unless you begin to become more polite you'll go the same way your parents did."
"Maybe if you weren't such a git you would actually deserve the politeness," Arthur commented coldly.
It seemed all of them forgot Arthur was still there, because Malfoy even jumped a little in surprise at his voice before he turned around to face Arthur.
"And who are you?" Malfoy sneered.
"I don't see how that's any of your business," Arthur replied back even colder than before and saw how Malfoy's eyes narrowed even further.
"I would watch my mouth if I were you," Malfoy threatened. "My father works close to the Minister of magic himself."
"So what?" Arthur challenged. "So does my brothers."
"Liar."
"Do you dare to take the chance?" Arthur challenged.
"You should leave now," Harry added and walked over to stand in front of Malfoy, the Weasley soon standing on Harry's left side.
"We don't feel like leaving though, do we boys? We already ate all of our food and you still seem to have some."
The boy Malfoy earlier presented as Goyle reached out towards the pile of chocolate frogs next to the Weasley and the red-haired boy furiously leapt forward. However before he could even touch the other boy Goyle let out a terrified scream and to Arthur's shock a rat hanged from Goyle's finger, the sharp teeth deep into the knuckle. Goyle continued to howl while he desperately waved and swung around his arm to shake off the rat, and Malfoy and Crabbe quickly took a step back. When the rat finally lost hold of Goyle's hand it flew off and hit the window while the mean trio immediately ran away. It didn't take long until more footsteps towards Harry's and the Weasley's compartment could be heard though, and not even a second later Hermione came inside.
"What has been going on in here?" she questioned and then noticed Arthur.
"Arthur, there you are! I was searching for you, and I see you found Neville's toad."
Arthur looked down on the toad still in his hands. He almost forgot he still carried it. Meanwhile the Weasley walked over to the rat and picked it up by his tail.
"I think he has been knocked out," he told Harry, but took a closer look. "No. I can't believe it, he's gone back to sleep!"
Indeed, that looked like it was the case. To be honest Arthur didn't even know rats could snore, but he supposed you learnt something new every day.
"It's your rat then?" Arthur asked, but could already guess the answer.
"Yes, unfortunately, but at least he did something useful for once. I'm Ron by the way, and this is Harry," Ron answered and gestured towards Harry.
"Arthur Kirkland," Arthur replied and prepared himself for the worst.
"Whoa, you weren't just lying to scare away Malfoy then! Is the red-haired Kirkland who works with Fudge really your brother?" Ron asked in awe.
"Yes, that's Scott," Arthur nodded.
"And is THE dragon expert Dylan Kirkland himself also your brother?"
"That's my oldest brother, Dylan," Arthur confirmed.
"Haha, I want to see Malfoy's face when he realizes he picked a fight with a Kirkland," Ron laughed, while Harry just looked confused.
"Don't worry, I will explain it to you later," Ron reassured Harry. "By the way, have you met Malfoy before? You seemed to know each other."
Arthur listened while Harry explained to Ron how he met Malfoy in Diagon Alley when he bought his new robes.
The further Harry went into his explanation the darker Ron's mood appeared to become.
"I've heard of his family. They were among the first ones to switch sides again after You-Know-Who disappeared. They told everyone they were bewitched, but my dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to join the dark side."
Then Ron then turned around towards Hermione. "Can we help you with something?"
"You better hurry up and change into your robes, I was just up the front and asked the driver, and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there!"
Maybe Arthur only imagined it, but Hermione looked slightly disappointed once her eyes shifted to his own.
"We didn't fight," Arthur assured her.
"Scabbers did the fighting, not us," Ron said with a scowl. "Are you going to leave while we change or not?"
"Alright. I only came in here because I searched for Arthur," Hermione said with a sniffy voice. "And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?"
Arthur ignored Ron's glare at Hermione when she left the compartment.
"I suppose I'll see you later," Arthur nodded to them and followed Hermione.
There were a lot of people racing up and down the corridors, which made it hard to see where Hermione went, but Arthur finally caught up with her close to their compartment.
"Can you believe him?" Hermione huffed in irritation when she opened the door to their compartment. "That boy had absolutely no manners!"
Arthur agreed, but he didn't have the time to answer before an excited shout cut off their conversation.
"Trevor!"
Apparently Neville waited in their compartment while Hermione searched for Arthur and was now quick to grab his toad.
"Thank you so much Arthur!" Neville exclaimed with a cry of happiness, and Arthur felt his face begin to turn pink in embarrassment.
"Just make sure to keep an eye on him in the future, will you?" he grumbled and sat down on the seat he sat on before, only to hear a voice echo through the train who told them they would reach Hogwarts in five minutes.
With that Neville hurried back to his compartment while Hermione and Arthur quickly packed away the books they read earlier. He would never admit it, but the nervous lump in Arthur's stomach only seemed to grow bigger for each passing second now. Hermione hid it well, but Arthur could tell she was beginning to become nervous as well. The train soon began to slow down and eventually came to a stop outside a tiny and dark platform. Together with the rest of the students Hermione and Arthur tried to get out of the train, and eventually they also succeeded. Arthur wasn't sure what the time was, but the sky was already dark and he could see some of the students shiver in the cold air while he and Hermione pushed forward in an attempt to find out where they were supposed to go.
"Firs'-years! Firs'- years over here!"
Arthur looked up and saw a gigantic man with long, shaggy mane of hair and a tangled beard who held a lamp and towered over the many students.
"C'mon, follow me! Are there more firs'-years? Mind yer step now! Firs'-years, follow me!" the man shouted out over the heads again just as Arthur and Hermione reached the tall man.
The ground was slippery, and Arthur was pretty sure he saw Neville slip twice while they followed the gigantic man down a steep and narrow path. It was too dark to see much of their surroundings, but Arthur thought he saw the path being surrounded by trees. Finally the gigantic man in front of them began to slow down though.
"Yeh'll get your firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," the gigantic man called out in his the loud voice over his shoulder. "Jus' around this bend here."
After a turn the narrow path suddenly opened to the edge of a great lake and Arthur could hear sounds of awe around him from the other students.
There, on the other side of the lake on top of a mountain with sparkling windows, was a beautiful great and old castle made of stone.
"Welcome to Hogwarts!" the gigantic man cheerfully boomed out, and Arthur could only stare in awe.
They were finally here.
o.o.o.( End of Chapter 05 ).o.o.o
Author Note: This is already chapter 05 everyone, and I hope you enjoy this fanfiction! Next chapter will be the sorting.
Once again, thank you so much for the reviews TheOneYouForgot! It feels great to see people enjoy what I write.
Thank you to everyone else who read this as well, I hope you enjoy my fanfiction! I hope to see you all the next chapter. / / Jezzica