Hey guys! Glad I got so many reviews and that you liked the last chapter. Before I get started on the good bits of the author's note, though, I'm gonna take some time to vent a bit. If you don't want to see that, skip this bit.

There are some people reviewing who are still on earlier chapters. There are some people, on these chapters, who take time out of their busy schedules to leave reviews so that they can be sure that I know how much they dislike the fact that I mostly followed the canon storyline up until book five's plot came around. These (usually anonymous, what a surprise) reviewers are part of the reason that I briefly, but very seriously, considered stopping in the middle of the story to rewrite the entire goddamn thing.

This is my story.

You wanna know why I followed canon so much in the earlier chapters? I had no fucking idea what I was doing. I dropped Gabriel into the middle of the Harry Potter universe and just fucking wrote with no comprehensive idea of a plot or conflict or anything. I didn't know whether he was going to end up friends with Ron or Hermione or both or neither, I didn't even know I was going to include Michael Corner (much less that ne would end up as a temporarily human Michael the archangel or what pronouns ne might use). I didn't know there were going to be demons or Balthazar or Sigyn or Hel or Vali or Narvi or the three little godlings who give you such fluffy bits in some chapters. I didn't know Luna was going to be able to see his wings. I didn't know what I wanted to do with this story.

I just knew that I wanted to write it.

So if your only complaint is that I followed canon too closely, consider that the support the existing storyline gave me in the early days of writing this is the only reason that you have sixty fucking eight chapters and, not counting this chapter, a word count of 280,368 which makes this longer than the first three Harry Potter books COMBINED. It is the only reason I have managed to write a story this long. This is quite literally the biggest project I have ever undertaken, the longest thing I've ever written. It's taken me over a year and it has been the most fun I've ever had to write, especially since it is my most popular story and manages to take turns that surprise even me when I think of them.

But it is reviewers like you that make my spirits sink, and make me put off the next chapter in favor of other stories.

This is my story, and if you don't like it you can fuck right off.

So um. This was cathartic to write but got kinda long, so I guess I'll just put the regular author's note stuff at the bottom so you can continue on to the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter.

"This wouldn't be what a Horcrux looks like, would it?" Muriel's voice made it clear she already knew the answer.

Gabriel turned around, raising his eyebrows at the locket Muriel held - specifically, the blackness leaking from inside it, though however it had been enchanted made it more difficult to see the bit of soul. "Where'd you find that?"

"Grimmauld Place. I thought it had seemed a bit off when I was last there, but I didn't realize what it was until our talk with the Headmaster." Muriel was holding it with the tips of two fingers, obviously reluctant to touch it. "It does need to be destroyed beyond all possible repair. Any suggestions?"

"Sure. Toss it here." Gabriel caught the locket as it swung towards him, then threw it down onto the floor and stepped on it as hard as he could, driving Grace behind the action. The locket cracked in two with a faint scream, something black swirling up before igniting in white. "There. Done."

Muriel made a face that suggested she was reminding herself why she shouldn't have been surprised by Gabriel's methods. "That's five, then. And possibly another two that need to be found." She bent down, gingerly picking up the broken locket. "Shame."

"That we had to break it?" Gabriel could still make out the emerald-studded, snakelike S on the front of it. "That's Slytherin's, isn't it?"

"Yes." Muriel admitted. "I hadn't realized that either until I found it."

"Bet he'd hate this." Gabriel smirked.

"I'm not sure whether he'd be offended or flattered," Muriel said. "He always was quite proud."

"Guess that's why he left."

Muriel took the chair opposite Gabriel. "Partly," she said. "He was...very good at convincing people that he had a good reason for his beliefs. It wasn't reasonable, of course. The real burnings didn't start 'till much later in history, but...he always managed to make it sound like we were the unreasonable ones. Godric was the one who brought up the idea of letting us each choose who went into out own Houses."

Muriel hesitated, and Gabriel waited.

"We shouldn't have let him leave," she said quietly. "We should have worked it out, but we were all angry. Helga was always too stubborn."

"Yeah, well," Gabriel said, "Things have a habit of going to shit at the worst time for us."

That made Muriel laugh a little. She tucked the locket into an inside pocket of her robes [which Gabriel had no idea where she'd gotten, but they were a little old-fashioned]. "I noticed that you're in Ravenclaw."

"Hey, Hat's decision. He probably remembered who you were and put me there so I'd find out." Gabriel decided to take the plunge. "You know there's a Ravenclaw ghost floating around? Name of Helena?"

Muriel's head snapped towards him, eyes wide. "Helena?"

"She's the one who told me what happened to the diadem," Gabriel said. "After she apparently stole it. Popular story says Ravenclaw died after that." He raised his eyebrow in a silent question.

Muriel still looked shocked. "I - couldn't stay in my vessel. Helena's here?"

"Unless something's happened in the last few years, yeah. She's the Ravenclaw House ghost."

Muriel inhaled sharply, running a hand over her face. "I shouldn't - it's not-"

"No one's blaming you," Gabriel said, trying to be reassuring. "I mean, if I were in your shoes..."

"I didn't know she'd come back." Muriel looked at him. "What happened-"

"I think that's something you should probably ask her," Gabriel said hastily. It wasn't like he knew Helena's life story.

Reluctance - and something like worry - was clear on Muriel's face, but her wings spread nonetheless. She vanished from the seat, but Gabriel lingered a few moment longer.

He kind of wondered how Helena was going to react.

Gabriel had only vague ideas of what the last - or second-to-last - Horcrux might have been. It was a Founder's item, that much was obvious, but Muriel had said that the founders had left more than just their symbols, for lack of a better word, behind.

The first time Gabriel had really encountered one of those soul shards, though, was when he'd burned it up inside his vessel. One of them had gotten stuck in Harry Potter's body with him - and if that was one of the seven, then that meant that there was only one left to find and get rid of.

And, well, however many there were, there were really only so many Founder's objects left.

It was just a matter of figuring out where they were. Or which ones Voldemort might have gone for.

The latter was much easier to figure out, based on the others.

And really, how hard could it be to find Hufflepuff's cup?

Gabriel shouldn't have jinxed himself.

It took weeks before any useful information made its way back to him.

He'd spread the word [disguised] in several magical circles, paying attention to some of the darker ones as well; if anyone was likely to know, it would be people who made a living stealing things like that. He'd even refrained from doing anything to anyone in Knockturn when he'd flitted through, no matter how just plain fucked up their actions were.

He couldn't know if he might be inadvertently killing someone who knew what he was looking for.

Gabriel ended up in the Alley every weekend, waiting for some nugget of information to find its way back to him. With the kind of reward he'd promised [he hadn't given Fred and George all of it, after all] there was no way anyone would hold off on telling him.

He'd just found random people and made sure they knew the option was out there for some money.

As it turned out, Gabriel had gone in the right direction.

"I'm not looking to buy anything." Borgin and Burke's was a clearly disreputable shop halfway down Knockturn Alley, and the owner wasn't much better. "I was just told that you had something you said was Hufflepuff's cup. If you're saying you were lying-"

"Had, past tense," the owner hurried to say. Gabriel didn't know whether he was Borgin or Burke. "Quite a few years ago. I don't know where you've gotten your information, but it passed out of my hands when Tom Riddle quit."

Gabriel's eyebrows would have shot up if he wasn't make an effort to remain impassive-looking. He'd had plenty of practice doing so while being Loki. It also helped that, for the moment, he looked the same as he had then. "Tom Riddle?"

"He was my shop assistant for quite a few years, about fifty years ago. Took it with him when he left." The owner sounded disgruntled. "Don't know what he did with it, since it never reappeared on the market."

"Guess," Gabriel said, putting a dark tone in his voice. The owner could take that however he wanted.

The man hesitated. He was almost sweating. It was really very gratifying. "If he didn't take it to sell, Tom wanted it as a trophy. It would be in Gringotts by now. If you're looking for something of that caliber I have several items-"

Gabriel turned on his heel and left, ignoring the owner shouting about a vanishing cabinet and how it was very cheap, really, if he wanted it and would consent to wait a day or two to take it. He was at the end of the Alley in an instant, turning onto Diagon and seeing the pale marble white of Gringotts looming up at the end.

This was going to take some time.

At least he was at full power.

In a surprisingly convenient turn of events, the goblins kept a list of who owned which vaults.

The goblins didn't notice he was there; no matter what kind of magical creature, Gabriel was still an archangel. He could muster up enough power to keep him hidden from a few magical accountants.

Admittedly, a few of them looked up at the rustle of his wings, but beyond that all he had to do was give the record-keeper [or at least Gabriel assumed that was the job of the goblin making little annotations to the list] a tiny mental push to leave the room. Tiny, really. He doubted the goblin even noticed it hadn't been his own idae.

The room itself was heavily guarded and warded. It had taken him twenty minutes just to get past all the spells. Gabriel had to dispel and bend away ten different enchantments to be able to touch the book without alarms going off.

Opening it was a whole different matter. Gabriel sighed and resigned himself to the long haul.

The parchments and papers the goblin had been working on were just records of withdrawals and deposits - and holy hell, did Gringotts keep stringent records, down to how long it took to make the transaction - but what interested Gabriel was inside the big book of vaults.

Once he got it open, he found what he was looking for fairly quickly.

Lestrange, Macnair, Nott, Rookwood, Carrow. Death Eater names were everywhere in the older vaults. Riddle wasn't on the list, and neither was Voldemort. Gabriel checked just to be sure, no matter how stupid it would have been.

Gabriel didn't know the names of every Death Eater - pointless and since the only occasion where he'd want to know would be if they were standing in front of him, he would just be able to read their mind, doubly unnecessary - but he did remember some of the big ones. Voldemort, if he had given it to one of them to hide in Gringotts, wouldn't have trusted just any lackey with something like a bit of his soul. Or whatever a Horcrux held.

That narrowed the list of possible suspects considerably.

Well. He'd just have to go through all of their vaults to find out who was hiding the cup for Voldemort.

The Carrow vault was empty of anything resembling a cup, much less one with a badger on it or even an H. So was the Dolohov vault. And Mulciber's, and Rookwood's, and Nott's, and Macnair's, though Gabriel did find a cool [and cursed] ring in the latter. He pocketed it for later.

It was always nice to have a backup. And if he ran into Macnair at any point, it would be hilarious to use his own curse against him. Most of the vaults seemed to hold only money, with the occasional artifact and, the deeper he went, more elaborate setups for easy access to whatever treasure the owners wanted to retrieve. There were swords and cutlery and all manner of fantastic, cursed items.

Gabriel left most of it alone, unless he was really tempted. Or he just wanted to fuck with the vault owner - which, to be completely honest, was most of them.

Though unless they took a surprise inventory he doubted they'd notice anything missing.

Gabriel didn't find anything else useful until he got to the Lestrange vault. The dragon outside being used as a guard made him think that there was probably something pretty damn important inside.

He slithered in between the wards and various alarm spells, like he'd done for the last twelve vaults [ugh, it would have been horrible if he'd had to go through every vault in the building] and landed lightly on the floor just inside the door. It was a little more ornate inside, instead of money piled everywhere in the most slapdash way like some of the vaults had been. There were tables, shelves, even a few jeweled suits of armor. The latter made him raise his eyebrows, but he didn't touch anything.

Yet.

Any magic from his wand [not that he used it that often anymore] that was used in the vault would get picked up on by the wards, so Gabriel had conjured a little light to see by. The vault was pitch-black otherwise; not the best circumstances to find a cup by. The light followed his finger as he turned slowly, bobbing by the shelves and sparkling off of the gold and silver and jewels.

"Geez, this family's a little too proud of all the expensive crap they've got." At least half of it was inlaid with some sort of crest, with a motto in Latin. Tojours Pur. Always pure.

"Huh. Guess I can tell where their loyalty is." With that kind of family motto, it was hardly surprising that the family was one of Death Eaters.

He very nearly missed it when he saw it.

Gabriel swung back around as soon as he realized what he'd seen, the light flickering wildly and them stabilizing, reflecting brightly off the smooth gold surface of the cup. A badger, looking over its shoulder and identical to the one emblazoned the Hufflepuff crest, gleamed in the light. "Hello."

Gabriel summoned it into his hand with the barest effort. He did not expect it to burn, and the sudden sensation nearly made him drop it.

"What the-?" He held it by one handle, wincing slightly at the tingle of magic. It didn't hurt as much as it would have to a human, but it was hardly pleasant. Copies of the cup had burst out as soon as it hit his hand, falling to the ground with a crash and clatter. Only the blackness of the soul inside the real one let him tell the difference.

Gabriel snapped, vanishing the copies and undoing the enchantments on the cup in the same movement. The burn on his hand healed over, and he lifted the cup to get a better look at it.

"Someone's paranoid," he commented to no one in particular.

The cup crumpled like a soda can in his fist, white light igniting the Horcrux inside it. Gabriel muffled the scream, not sure what alarms it might set off; and this deep in Gringotts with a dragon outside and probably irritable, that was the last thing he needed.

Gabriel slipped back outside the vault. He'd done what he came to do; now all he needed was to get back to Hogwarts and figure out where the hell Voldemort was. Someone had probably noticed that he wasn't at Hogwarts by now, but it wasn't like there was much they could do about it. And anyway, all the people he interacted with often enough for them to notice he was missing knew about him being Gabriel.

They won't be worried. He wasn't sure why he was mentally reassuring himself about that. There was radio silence from Michael, but then again Gabriel had cut himself off.

Gabriel glanced at the dragon as he passed it, thoughts breaking up as he took it in. It was covered in scars, and appeared to be blind. He doubted it was down here naturally. The scars were a testament to how it had been trained.

I wonder...

If anyone asked about the dragon in Diagon Alley, Gabriel decided, he was going to lie and say he hadn't had anything to do with it.

Besides, technically he had nothing to do with the way it had destroyed the roof of Gringotts. And the floor of the main hall. And several of the levels in between [or parts of them, at least].

It wasn't like anyone could prove he'd been the one to vanish the chains.

Or that he'd even been there at all.

Hogwarts was ominously quiet, when Gabriel landed in the Ravenclaw dormitory.

Frowning, Gabriel listened for noise in the dormitories. There were less people than usual, and they were in the higher rooms; crowded together, most of them below fourth year, fast, panicked breathing-

Gabriel's senses shot out to the rest of the castle.

Shit.

He tracked down Hermione and was at her side in an instant, backhanding the spell she shot at him into the nearest Death Eater, who collapsed bonelessly.

"What happened?" He demanded.

"Where have you been?" Hermione shrieked. "Death Eaters got into the castle!"

"How'd they get in?" Damnit, Nott had moved faster than he'd thought.

"I don't know! Where were you?"

Death Eaters rounded the corner and Gabriel snapped his fingers. All three of them crumpled. "That's not important. What's going on? How far did they get into the castle?"

"I don't know." Hermione pushed her hair back from her head. Her wand was still clenched in her hands. "They - I don't know where they came from, but Michael noticed it. They left to go find you and the rest of us - any of us who knew enough to defend ourselves came out here."

"From all houses?"

"I think so."

Shouts and an ominous crash made both of their heads snap around, looking towards where the corner obscured their view.

"Come on." Both of them ran towards the noise. Gabriel skidded around the corner.

The sight that met his eyes was not at all welcome.

Two Death Eaters fell just because they weren't paying attention, but the other two stiffened, eyes flicking black. Gabriel's silver sword slid into his hand easily, and with a wave he jerked the students backwards and away from the demons.

"What the hell-" They were both staring at him, probably wondering where the hell his wand was.

"Hermione, get them somewhere else," Gabriel snapped. He didn't wait to see if she'd listened.

He and the demons met in the middle.

One of them had a blade, the other just a plain old knife. Gabriel ignored the latter sticking it into his shoulder and gutted the first. He waited only long enough to make sure it was dead before spinning around.

The second one saw the illusion blade, not the real one, and didn't realize his mistake until Gabriel had the real one buried in his chest.

Backing away, Gabriel yanked the knife out of his shoulder. A check revealed that both demons had possessed Death Eaters, but he didn't recognize either of them.

He didn't go after Hermione.

He followed the sounds of the fight.

The Entrance Hall was a mess of fighting, black-robed figures and smoky black ones mixed in with uniformed students only identifiable by the lack of robes and bright House colors.

Gabriel yanked Luna out of the way out of a killing curse and stopped it before it could hit anyone else. The curse fragmented and sparked, unwilling to be snuffed. Gabriel gritted his teeth and forced it.

"Where were you?" Luna's eyes were wider than usual. "Are you bleeding?"

"Not important." Gabriel strode to the edge of the balcony. The Hall below flashed with light from wands and echoed with shouts.

He would have jumped down and done something, but Michael got there first.

Thunder rattled the school as Michael appeared. Gabriel was the only one who could see nir wings. Flared, looking like live flames. The demons nearest nem didn't last longer than a second. The rest of them had just enough time to realize how utterly fucked they were.

For a moment, the fire glowed like a branded line through the crowd of people.

Then it faded, the demons slumped to the ground, and the few Death Eaters that hadn't been possessed were quickly overwhelmed by quick-thinking students. Those who weren't staring at Michael in shock, that was.

Michael was next to Gabriel in the next second. "Where have you been?" Ne demanded.

Gabriel hooked the cup out of his robes by one handle, holding it up. "Busy," he said shortly. "What I want to know is how the hell they got in."

"I believe I'd have an answer for that?" Balthazar and Muriel rounded the corner. Balthazar had a Death Eater by the collar, silver mask in the other hand. "These guys really go all-out. I'd be jealous, if the whole thing wasn't, you know, incredibly stupid and bigoted."

"When did you get here?"

"I called him," Muriel said. "I reached out to Castiel as well, but he hasn't arrived yet."

Gabriel nodded shortly. "How'd you get in?" He questioned.

The Death Eater only stared sullenly at them, fear lurking in his eyes.

"There's still fighting in other places," Luna reminded them. "This isn't all of them. They were trying to get to the Astronomy tower."

"What for?" Michael looked at the Death Eater, eyes narrowed in a glare. "What's up there that you want?"

"Fuck you," The man spat back.

"What about how you got in?" Muriel asked. The man hesitated.

"Vanishing cabinet." Michael looked away. "He was thinking it. There's one in the Room of Requirement. Nott fixed it."

"You need a pair to use a Vanishing cabinet," Luna said.

Gabriel swore. "Borgin and Burke's. There's one there. I bet that's the second one."

"What were you doing in Borgin and Burke's?" Surprise flashed across Michael's face.

Gabriel held up the cup again. "I have an idea of who might be in the Astronomy tower," he muttered. "Or who's about to be. Is Dumbledore in the castle?"

"He left this morning," Luna said. "A little after you did, actually. No one knows where."

"Hold on." Muriel struck the Death Eater on the head with the hilt of her sword. Balthazar let go, letting the man fall to the floor. "Is this about Nott's assasination plan?"

"They're trying to kill Dumbledore?" Luna's grip on her wand tightened.

"You could have mentioned this earlier," Michael said darkly.

"Now's not the time," Gabriel snapped back. "If they put up the Dark Mark over that tower, as soon as Dumbledore gets back and sees it he's going to go rushing up into a trap. If he's been gone all day I'm betting he'll be back soon."

"They're betting on it to." Balthazar gestured to the unconscious Death Eater. "What do we do?"

"We have to find Hermione," Luna said. "Have you seen her?"

"Yeah, she was alright a minute ago." An idea flashed across Gabriel's mind. "Give me a minute."

He was back in Ravenclaw tower in an instant, not wasting any time before throwing open his trunk and digging through it to find what he was looking for. His wand was easy to find; the other was buried at the bottom. He hadn't used it in ages. He didn't really need it, but Luna would.

Michael's eyes went to the second item when he returned. "What's that?"

"Something to help." Gabriel tucked his blade away. He needed both hands for this. Tapping on the parchment, he recalled the password. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Red ink bloomed across the parchment, forming the greeting. Gabriel was already throwing the map open, looking for Hermione's name. He found it on the third floor, in the east wing. "Here, that's where she is."

"Where'd you get this?" Muriel leaned over the map in interest, eyes scanning it.

"Fred and George." Gabriel shoved it at Luna. "Take this, go with Balthazar and Muriel and find Hermione."

"What about the Astronomy tower?" Luna clutched at the map reflexively.

"We'll take care of that," Michael said.

"If you need to wipe it blank, the password's Mischief Managed." Gabriel said hurriedly. "It's got everything but the Room of Requirement on it, as far as I can tell. There's a way to Hogsmeade on the third floor, near that statue of the witch, if you need to get anyone out of the school, take that exit. The Death Eaters are going to be covering the entrance."

"We've got this, go!" Muriel pulled Luna back the way she and Balthazar had come.

Gabriel took off.

There was another fight at the base of the Astronomy tower.

Gabriel knocked two of Voldemort's lackeys off balance just by landing. His wings were spread wide and looming over them, and if they'd been able to see his wings they probably would have been terrified.

As it was, they made the mistake of fighting back.

Gabriel sent them crashing into the wall with a gesture. The students already fighting had frozen at his and Michael's sudden appearance. Luckily the ones they were fighting had, too.

They were so focused on Gabriel they didn't notice Michael behind them. Nir blade was through the demon's chest before any of them could react to Gabriel. The Death Eaters were flung to the side. One of them tipped over the railing. Their partner didn't move to save them. Her wand kept moving between the two archangels.

Gabriel frowned at her.

"Narcissa Malfoy." He flipped her hood back with a snap, revealing a fearful face. "What happened to you and Draco hanging out at Grimmauld? You know, when we offered you a place to stay so we didn't end up in this position?"

"And the Order treats us well?" Narcissa's voice was steady. "They barely even notice us, and when they do they hate us."

"You think this is the preferable option?" Michael questioned. "Because it really isn't."

"Because of you two?"

"Yes." Gabriel flipped his blade in his hand. He saw Narcissa's eyes move to it. "You know that."

"I do what's best for my family." Narcissa replied. Her posture was stiff, still prideful. "What would your side have done for us?"

"It's not our side," Gabriel told her condescendingly. With all Narcissa knew of him, she could have at least guessed. The students - a Gryffindor boy and Ginny Weasley - were still fixed in place, watching the proceedings with wide eyes. "We just happen to have a common enemy. Who is, apparently, your boss again."

"I don't care what happens to the Dark Lord," Narcissa hissed. "I rejoined Lucius because they offered real protection."

"And what did that get him?" Michael questioned. "A demon possessing him? Is that what you want for your family?"

"Lucius is important to the Dark Lord," Narcissa said. "He will be fine."

"You actually believe that, don't you?" Gabriel laughed. He took a step towards Narcissa. "You really think-"

"Don't touch her!"

Pale and shaking, Draco was standing on the lowest step, wand pointing dead at Gabriel. Gabriel, turning to look, raised one eyebrow.

"What makes you think I'm going to do anything to her?" He asked mildly. He wondered if Draco would actually have the courage to try and curse him. He had to know it wouldn't work.

"You're Loki," Draco said. In the corner of his eye, Gabriel saw the Gryffindor suck in a sharp breath. "I've read the stories about you. You killed your brother's son, for no reason."

Michael gave Gabriel a startled look, but Gabriel was already moving. Draco choked as Gabriel pinned him down, pressed against the stairs with a hand to his neck. Draco's wand clattered to the floor.

"Draco!" He heard a scuffle behind him, but Gabriel wasn't paying attention to that.

"Not for no reason," Gabriel growled. "Odin made the mistake of adding himself to the list of people who fucked with me. Would you like to find out what happens to the ones who insult me? Or underestimate me?"

"Gabriel-" Michael's voice held a note of warning.

"What?" Gabriel turned around sharply, glaring at Michael. Ne had a tight grip on one of Narcissa's arms, keeping her wand hand pointed at the ceiling. Ginny and the other Gryffindor didn't look like they were sure who they were supposed to be pointing their wands at.

"I'll take care of this," ne said quietly. "You go upstairs and stop them."

Gabriel glanced upwards. There were several people gathered in the tower already. One of them was Dumbledore.

He was reluctant to follow Michael's orders; normally he'd point-blank refuse on principle. But he hardly felt like staying here and dredging up old history in front of nem either.

He left.

Okay, so, like I said, actual author's note stuff here.

As for the Horcruxes, I'll try and explain how I think of it. It's established in SPN canon that souls cannot be broken; not even by Death himself. So obviously a Horcrux is not tearing off a bit of one's soul and sticking it somewhere else. What I'm thinking is sort of like the portals from Portal, the videogame - if you've never heard of it, then you'll probably need to look it up for it to make sense.

But with those portals, you can stick something through and it might be on opposite sides of a room, but it's still connected - it hasn't been broken in half. The portals just make it easier to separate those halves without physically taking them apart. That's how I figure it works. As for how it stops someone from dying, idk.

I'll try and keep this short since you put up with my venting at the beginning. Btw, totally not sorry for the cliffhanger here. I had to give myself somewhere to start the next chapter!

Read and review, please!