AN: No one caught my continuity hiccup last time! I'll leave it as a special little easter egg for people to find (if you think you have it, go to PMs as opposed to the reviews). Sorry for the delay in posting this one, this week has been pretty hectic. You'll get a special Christmas present next week as an apology! Onto the chapter!
Harry awoke early to find that all of his robes had been changed from their neutral colors to his house specific ones like he had seen the older students wear. Seeing that this change had also occurred with Stephen's robes as well, Harry happily puttered along assuming it was normal.
Harry makes his way down the stairs to the Ravenclaw Commonroom, where he sees Hermione. "Hello Hermione!" Harry says, walking up to his friend.
"Oh! Good morning Harry! I see your robes have changed too." Hermione says, pointing at his blue and bronze tie, that had been pure black just last night.
"Yep, all of my roommates had theirs changed as well. Probably all students had the change made. Should we head down for breakfast?" Harry asks, gesturing to the door.
"Oh, yes. I'm starving. Did you get to know anything about your roommates last night?" Hermione asks as they make their way to the Great Hall.
"Yeah I did. Turns out all of the other boys are from wizarding families, and they're all obsessed with this wizard game called Quidditch." Harry says, watching his footing going down the staircase.
"Oh, I read about that a bit in Hogwarts: a History, supposedly each of the houses has a team, and they compete every year." Hermione exposits.
"Yeah, that's what Anthony said. All four of them want to try out for the team next year, since they say that first-years normally aren't allowed to play on the house teams."
"Huh, Hogwarts: a History doesn't say anything about that part."
"Might not be a 'rule' so much as a tradition, or something." Harry says.
"You're probably right. It's a shame none of our friends from the train got sorted into the same house as us." Hermione says, a sad look on her face.
"Yeah, being in the same house as Neville would have been nice, but then I'd have to be in the same house as that Weasley boy, and he didn't strike me as someone nice at all."
"Yeah, that's true." Hermione agrees.
"Did you spend much time getting to know Su Li, Padma or Mandy? They were all three in the compartment that I found Neville's toad in. Su was the one who had him."
"They mentioned that. Padma was pretty excited at getting to meet you, she asked loads of questions."
"My roommates did too. Honestly it's kind of annoying being famous for something you did as a baby. I just kind of feel like everyone's expecting some kind of grand savior or something, but I'm just excited to learn about magic."
"I'm sure it'll die down as people get to know you more. You have to admit that it is kind of fascinating." Hermione says, giving him a small smile.
"You're right. Oh well, at least you haven't been on me non-stop about it." Harry says.
"Probably won't be. I already pulled all of the knowledge of it straight from your skull." Hermione says smugly.
"Ah no! My braincase!" Harry says, and the two of them have a hearty laugh. "I needed that. Now, let's get our schedules."
Making it into the Great Hall, they find their Head of House, Professor Flitwick, standing at the end of the table, with 7 stacks of parchment behind him. "Ah yes! Harry Potter and Hermione Granger your sorting was quite the ordeal, a solid seven minutes for each of you! Two true hatstalls in a single year group is very rare. I look forward to seeing what you can do! Here is the first year schedule. You have Herbology in the greenhouses in about an hour, you shouldn't need your textbooks today, just your parchment, quills and ink. See you in Charms!" Flitwick says with a smile, handing them each a sheet of parchment.
Harry, Hermione, and all first-year Ravenclaws had the same schedule, this Monday, and every Monday thereafter, they had Herbology, followed by Defense Against the Dark Arts, then Transfiguration. There was a break for lunch, and then Charms, Astronomy, and History before the end of the day at 4:30 in the afternoon. Dinner was then expected to be served from 5 to 7.
Arriving at the greenhouses, Harry is happy to see that Hannah was quickly walking over to them, with someone he hadn't met but recognized as Susan Bones walking with her.
"Hey you two! This is my bestie Susan!" Hannah says, using her arms to present Susan as though she's some new work of art.
"Hello again Hannah, and it's nice to meet you Susan, Hannah spoke very highly of you on the train." Hermione says, a smile on her face.
"It's nice to meet you too." Susan says shyly. She's got some very red hair styled in a plait that runs down her back, and a slightly round face with a cute button nose.
"So! I had an idea. Susie and I are best friends already, and we're in the same house. So I thought that for this class she and Harry can be partners so they can get to know each other, and I'll partner with Hermione. Then for Transfiguration we'll swap and I'll be with Harry and Susie will be with Hermione. That way we can all be friends!" Hannah says, eyes sparkling.
"Sounds like a good idea. It'd be nice to have friends outside my house." Harry says, looking at Hermione. "Not that I don't like hanging out with you Hermione, but we can hang out in our common room whenever, or when we're in a class with people we don't like."
"It is a good idea. I'd like more friends." Hermione says, looking down to her shoes.
"It's settled then. Hannah, Hermione, you two head to that side of the green house, Harry and I will go to the other side. We'll swap come Transfiguration." Susan says, pointing with one hand while grabbing Harry's with the other. The pairs split up while they awaited the rest of the students to pour in.
"So, we're a lot alike Mr. Potter, whether or not you know it." Susan says as they make it to the spot she designated for them.
"Oh really? How so?" Harry asks, mildly confused. Susan knowing something of his background isn't unheard of, even outside his general celebrity he had spoken relatively openly with Hannah about the nicer aspects of his life, such as who he lived with and where they lived.
"Hannah mentioned you don't really like to talk about it, but I also lost my parents to You-Know-Who. Well, not HIM, but his lackeys. I also ended up living with my Aunt, although she didn't have a husband, so no uncle or cousins." Susan says, rocking from her heels to her toes and back again.
"That's awful Susan, I'm sorry to hear that." Harry says, and he genuinely does mean that. He hadn't truly expected to find anyone who could really understand that pain, and yet on his first day of classes he found someone else who did.
"I thankfully had some help when I was younger to work through it. I don't remember them of course, I was only a few months old when they passed, but when I was eight Aunty Amelia took me to a Mind Healer to work through it. I used to feel bad that I couldn't feel bad about them, because as far as I was concerned, Aunty Amelia just WAS my mom. Anyway, I'm just saying that I've at least felt some of your pain. So if you need to talk about it, you can talk to me!" Susan rambles. Her cheeks flush a bit towards the end as she looks at him with a big smile. Harry's heart flutters just a little in his chest.
"Thanks Susan, maybe I'll do just that. We should probably get our stuff out to take notes." Harry says, watching the final set of students make their way through the glass doors of the Hogwarts greenhouse.
Pomona Sprout, Herbology teacher and Head of Hufflepuff house cut a very strange figure indeed. While she was wearing the mostly standard teaching robes of the Hogwarts professors, she accessorised it with a hempen overcoat, and a ratty hat woven of various mismatched plant-fibers. On her hands she wore tar-black gloves that appeared to be scaled, and a pouch on her hip seemed to be full to the brim of other supplies. "Hello Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff first-years, and welcome to Herbology! Here we will study, plant, and process various types of useful magical flora. As such this class can and sometimes will be very dangerous, so be sure to pay very close attention. This class and potions are very tightly linked, so doing well here should also lead to some measure of success there as well."
Harry listened intently as Professor Sprout listed off some of the various plants they were to be working with this month, as well as the safety precautions they will be using. Dragonskin gloves are to be worn at all times, as they offer general protection from thorns, acids, and the soil itself. Certain plants will require eye protection as well, and students were expected to be able to find a pair on a notice of no longer than a minute. Given that there were two pairs in every cabinet in the greenhouse, of which there were many, it isn't hard to find any. Professor Sprout also lists a few spells that they will be using in class towards the end of the year, although they are very general purpose, and will be taught by Flitwick in Charms. These are the cutting charm and the fire-making charm, and they should expect to learn the first one of those before December, and the second before the end of June. Harry diligently takes notes and thinks about how he might enjoy this class. While Harry did not overly enjoy doing all of the yard work for the Dursley household, he did find some manner of pride whenever he heard one of the neighbors complement Petunia's garden, even if they didn't know that he did most of the work on it. Classes however don't last forever, and this one let out.
"Sorry we didn't get to talk too much Susan, but we've got all year." Harry says, saying goodbye to his new friend.
"It's okay, you're right. See you in Transfiguration!" Susan says, meeting up with Hannah and heading to their next class.
Harry himself meets up with Hermione and they move onto their next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Professor Quirrel, dressed in his teacher's robes and purple turban, was a very strange figure indeed. His eyes were small and squinted, and his nose was rather hooked. He also was seemingly unhealthily thin, and spoke with such a severe stutter that it was difficult to understand him.
"W-w-w-w-welcome to D-d-defense a-against th-the D-d-dark Arts. This year we w-w-will be learning about m-many dif-f-ferent creatures that might h-h-harm you and the ways to-to-to combat them. Th-th-there is n-not much p-p-practical instruction in the f-f-first year though you will learn a f-f-few spells. D-d-defense is a v-ve-very useful class for all st-st-students, but will be p-p-p-p-particularly useful if y-you intend to b-b-be a Curse B-breaker or an Aur-or-or-or," Quirrel stutters out. Harry takes a glance at Hermione, who is obviously trying her best to be an attentive listener, but also seems to have a similar look of 'just get on with it' on her face. The rest of Defense class was simply an overview of what creatures they intended to learn about this month, mainly the basic overview of Imps and Werewolves. Quirrell's stuttering after a while was giving Harry a headache, and every time he turned to write on the chalkboard a new surge of pain would shoot through Harry's forehead. Asking Hermione to take notes for him for a moment, Harry closes his eyes in hopes that perhaps blocking the light would ease his pain. It did not, and after a couple minutes, Harry reopens his eyes and begins to catch his notes up to Hermione's, which thankfully doesn't take very long due to Quirrell's stutter limiting the amount of information he can provide.
After that comes Transfiguration, which is a class Harry is particularly excited about. Hannah had thus far been a very good friend and Harry was happy to get to spend some time with her, even if most of that time would be spent simply taking notes.
Entering the Transfiguration classroom, Harry and Hermione immediately spot Hannah and Susan, and pair off with their new partners.
"So… tell me! How did you like Susie?" Hannah asks, obviously excited.
"I think she's nice. We have a bit in common, although we didn't get to talk much before class started." Harry says. "Thinking about it, where would students from different houses hang out? Our prefects told us last night that you're generally expected to spend your free time in the common rooms or your dorms, but you can't get into those if you aren't in the same house." Harry ponders aloud.
"The library is supposedly neutral ground, as is the Great Hall, but neither of those are really great places to just hang out. Hmm… maybe ask your Head of House after classes. You and Hermione can talk to Flitwick and Susie and I will talk to Sprout. Do you have any classes with Gryffindor for the rest of the day?"
"Ugh… yeah, all of them, actually." Harry answers, checking his schedule.
"Get Nevvy to check with McGonagle too! I'd ask Tracey to check with Snape, but he's kinda scary." Hannah says, and Harry struggles to maintain his composure at hearing her nickname for Neville.
"He is a bit intimidating, who's cat is that?" Harry asks, noticing a cat walk in from the hallway, before bounding down the counters and landing on top of the desk at the front of the classroom.
From the cat, an elderly woman with graying brown hair appeared, wearing a large stereotypical witch's hat and tortoiseshell glasses. Where Professor Sprout had been friendly-looking if strangely dressed, and Professor Quirrell had in some ways looked pathetic, Professor McGonagall looked as though she meant business. "Greetings Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall. Welcome to Transfiguration. Transfiguration is a very exacting discipline of magic which requires immense focus and concentration. With this magic you can theoretically transform anything into anything else, barring some specific rules. As such it is to be treated with great care and respect. Please watch this demonstration." McGonagall says, before levitating a paperweight over to her. With a brief wand wave, the circular paperweight is transformed into a bird, which makes a trip around the room, then lands back in her hand. The bird is then transformed into a deck of cards which she then shuffles, before flinging them all out and transforming the lot of them into butterflies, which then congregate into a single batch which then returns to its status as a paperweight.
"Now, for this first lesson we will learn about the Transfiguration alphabet, this is used in Transfiguration to create the…" McGonagall begins her lecture on the topic, and Harry and Hannah quickly begin taking notes having been enraptured by McGonagall's display. What they fail to notice however is the smile on McGonagall's face as she internally celebrates another successful set of 'hooked' students.
Following Transfiguration was lunch; which Harry's stomach was forever grateful for. His nervousness about doing well in his classes had burned through his breakfast much faster than anticipated. Who would have thought that a piece of toast with an egg on it wasn't enough to sustain himself for a full day? Thankfully, the hour given for lunch was more than enough time for Harry to both refuel his adolescent stomach, and have a nice conversation with Hermione.
"So, how are you enjoying classes so far? I thought Transfiguration was exciting." Harry says, looking at his first friend.
"They've all been so interesting, although Herbology was my least favorite. Mom always tried to have a garden at the house, but all it ever succeeded in doing was making me sick." Hermione says, "Turns out I've got a pretty bad pollen allergy, so garden work wasn't in the cards for me."
"Oh, are you going to have any issues in Herbology then?" Harry asks, concerned for her.
"We'll see, supposedly magical plants don't have quite the same pollen as non-magical ones, and there are also apparently potions I can take to ease any symptoms I may have." Hermione says. "When I learned Herbology was a required subject, I did as much research as I could on it."
"That tracks with everything I've seen, you devour information like my Uncle does cake." Harry says, and they both give a small laugh.
"I'm most excited for Charms though, having looked ahead through the book there's some really interesting things we're going to learn how to do, like make things float, or make things soft and squishy." Hermione says, a glint in her eyes.
"I was pretty excited for Transfiguration. I saw Hagrid give my cousin a pig tail when he picked me up, so something like that seems neat." Harry says, chuckling a bit at the memory of seeing his cousin's 'true' colors revealed for a moment.
"That sounds pretty funny." Hermione says. At that moment however, they both realize that they need to finish up and head for their Charms class.
Professor Flitwick was a very amusing sight to see. Standing a very resounding 106 centimeters tall, the diminutive professor was wearing a shirt and waistcoat under his open robes. A broad smile presented itself upon his face as he greeted the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students as they entered the classroom. "Hello students! And welcome to Charms class! This, along with Transfiguration are where you will be doing most of your practical magic this year, although you will be doing some spells in Defense Against the Dark Arts as well. Over the course of this year you will learn a few foundational charms, as well as the basis for Charms in the future. Now, instead of going over the syllabus for this year, I believe that the best way to start learning is to start learning! So we will spend this first class going over the theory behind the knockback jinx, your next class tomorrow we will continue working on this spell, and hopefully at least one of you will successfully cast it. We will then continue working the spell for the rest of the week before moving on to the next spell. I will provide the expected class schedule, as well as student expectations for class tomorrow. For now, let's begin!" Flitwick begins to explain the theory behind the knockback jinx. At its core, the knockback jinx, also known as Flipendo, is a spell that was initially designed to flip something over, however when cast on a target that has some resistance to the spell, it causes them to fall. Providing more power to the jinx can also allow it to push things away with some considerable force, and this is the basis for what would later become the banishing charm, which is a spell they will learn properly in third and fourth years. Harry is completely enthralled by the lesson, and is excited to learn the spell, and even more so the later banishing charm. The idea of sending things flying? That sounds like it could be a lot of fun. Glancing quickly at Hermione, his partner for today's class, he sees that she is as absorbed into the lesson as he is, and is jotting down notes at a rate much faster than he would be able to.
He does manage to note however, that she is also having issues using a quill and ink, as opposed to the pencils and pens that she, like him, used in school up to this point. Maybe it would be worth asking Flitwick if school rules permitted using pens, a thought for later perhaps.
Following Charms was Astronomy, which Harry is admittedly surprised about. Astronomy was a subject also taught in muggle schools, was it the same here? Harry's questions were answered when Professor Aurora Sinestra, a very tall dark skinned woman began her lecture. "Hello students. This is Astronomy, and I am Professor Sinestra. This class will teach you about the movements of the planets and stars and the effects they have on spellcasting and spellcrafting. For those of you interested in learning more of the foundations of magic for use in Runes and Arithmancy, this class will prove very important. Astronomy is also a critical component of Divination, which is used to provide insight into the future, as well as events beyond your normal perception. All three of those are electives you may take in your third year onward, but for now we will focus on the basics. Our solar system, that is, the group of planets that revolve around our star, the Sun, consists of eight planets. Before one of the muggleborn students ask, yes the muggles have discovered a ninth planet called Pluto, it however is not known to have any effects on magic, likely due to it's small size. The planets are, in order of average distance from the Sun…" Sinestra continues her lecture, and while Harry takes notes to refer to later, he thankfully has much of this already memorized from his earlier schooling. The news of Pluto is saddening to him though, and he internally cries a small tear for the planet.
Ravenclaw's final class for the day is History of Magic, and Harry is pretty surprised to find that the Professor for the class is a ghost. The ghost speaks out, in a long drawn out droning voice, "Greetings students, I am Professor Cuthbert Binns, and this is History of Magic. During this class you will learn about the founding of Magical Britain, the various wars and conflicts wizards have had with other species, and the formation and purpose of many groups significant to the history of magic. Now, Magical Britain was formed in 1689 upon the signing of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, which officially had Wizarding Britain separate itself from the muggle country…" Binns was head on into the speech, and his droll tones and minimal inflection made actually following what he was saying difficult as after a while it nearly devolved into just noise. Harry and Hermione are doing their best to take meticulous notes, but without any sense of what could be considered a key detail, they were scattered and unhelpful. For the first time today, Harry feels like a total failure.
As everyone is packing up, Harry and Hermione are trying to combine their notes into a usable whole. They managed to each catch a few key details that the other missed, but still find their combined sum somewhat lacking. The despair must be evident on their faces, because someone comes up to them. Two someones actually.
"You guys struggle with the lesson today?" a vaguely accented girl's voice shakes Harry and Hermione out of their stupor, and for a second they both believe they're seeing double as Parvati and Padma Patil stand in front of their shared desk.
"Yes actually, Professor Binns wasn't overly clear as to what details we should be looking out for, and he never stopped to ask any questions." Hermione speaks up. She appears to be taken pretty aback by her inability to keep up, it must be a pretty hefty blow to her ego.
"Mom told us that Binns was pretty bad, but we were just as surprised as you that he was THAT bad. Thankfully, we knew to be a bit more prepared. We're purebloods, so we got to learn this stuff a little early. How about you meet us in the library after lunch and we'll guide you through today's lesson, and show you how to handle Binn's class in the future." The one with the braid says, her sister, whose hair is layed out, nods beside her.
"Oh, that sounds great. Thanks… ugh.. Parvati?" Harry says, trying to guess which one is currently speaking. She's wearing Gryffindor robes, and Harry is almost 80% sure that it was Parvati that was put in the house of the lions.
"You got it right, although I can tell it was a guess. No hard feelings though, you'll learn to tell us apart in no time. After all, I got the good looks." Parvati says, flaunting herself.
"I got the better end of the deal, I got the brains and we look the same." Padma chuckles, and her sister puts on a look of faux anger. The quartet all share a laugh at that. "We'll see you guys after dinner. After that, the three of us can hang out in the common room a bit if you'd like."
Harry and Hermione agree, and the quartet gather their things and head to the Great Hall for dinner, where Parvati separates from them to go sit at the Gryffindor table with Lavender.
In the library, Harry,Hermione, and the Patil twins make their way to a secluded corner away from the few students who have made an appearance in the hallowed Hogwarts bookstacks. After a brief overview of today's History of Magic class, and a sincere thank you from the muggle-raised pair, Parvati asks a question that confuses Harry: "Can we write our parents and tell them about you?"
"Why would you want to?" Harry questions, he doesn't think he's anything worth writing home about.
"Well, you're quite the celebrity in our world. I know you don't care for it, from what I've seen today and on the train yesterday that's pretty obvious, and I personally don't really care. Our parents however would. We're from India, as you can tell, and our parents sent us here so that we can meet and interact with the high-society of our world. If we tell them we met you, they'll hopefully keep off our backs about trying to rub elbows with, or even worse, try to date, someone like Draco Malfoy." Parvati says, shuddering at the last part.
"Well, if it'll help, I'm glad to let you say you met me and that we're friends. I really don't get why I'm a big deal though." Harry says, obviously confused.
"Well, even outside of the whole defeat of You-Know-Who thing, you're the last of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, that's kind of a big deal." Padma speaks up.
"What does that mean?" Harry asks, perplexed.
"Wait… you don't know? I thought you were just really casual, but you ACTUALLY don't know?" Padma gapes.
"I mean, my last name is Potter, I know that. My mom was an Evans before she married my dad." Harry says.
"Harry, in the wizarding world family lines are pretty much THE most important thing. The farther back a family can trace their magic the higher up the societal totem pole they are. Our family has been magical for at least five generations, so we're well established as purebloods even if we aren't considered Ancient or Noble. You on the other hand are both. Ancient implies that your family goes back at least ten generations magically, and Noble implies that during that time, your family held some particularly important position, or did something particularly notable. There aren't many Ancient and Noble Houses left, since most of them died out." Padma says. "I'm going to have to teach you about all of this so you don't accidentally ruin yourself later because you don't know it."
"What do you mean?" Harry asks, continuing in his bewilderment.
"For one thing, you're going to have to make sure that some random girl doesn't slip you a love potion or something to give birth to the next Potter." Padma says.
"That's barbaric! Does that happen?" Hermione asks, shocked.
"It's highly illegal, and shouldn't happen, but it's worth keeping an eye out for. Love potions, proper ones, can be really nasty, but mild ones are fine. Putting some love potion in a perfume to catch someone's eye is generally considered okay, that's just like make-up or perfume, it just adds to some already existing attraction. But someone putting one in your food? That's likely to mean they're going to trap you into something." Padma says, looking at the ground.
"Well, I guess I need to learn all this stuff. Are there any books to help me?" Harry asks, Hermione nods along beside him.
"Oh yeah, I'll ask Dad if he has any recommendations. He went through a lesser version of this since he was the only son of the family, and was expected to carry on the name. I'll also apologize in advance if you receive any correspondence from my father demanding a marriage contract or something." Padma off-handedly comments.
"That happens too?" Hermione asks bug-eyed.
"More commonly in India, not super-uncommonly here. There's probably one in our year, although we're pretty small so maybe not. Almost certainly somewhere in the ball-park of ten in the school." Parvati says, working through it. "We expect Dad to try and match us up with SOMEONE while we're here. We're hoping that if we mention Harry, he might hold off longer thinking he'll get a chance to marry one of us off to him."
Harry blushes like mad, and all three girls get a grin on their faces at his suffering. Padma leans against Harry and says "What's wrong Harry? Not interested in marrying me?"
Harry stutters out some words, his face getting redder and redder, as Parvati leans into his other side, "What about me Harry? Or maybe both of us, after all…"
"Two are better than one!" The pair say, and Harry simply faceplants into the table.
"I think we were too much." Padma says, worried about her new friend. "What if he doesn't want to talk to us again?"
"I think he'll be fine. He's just overwhelmed. Give him some time and you can act on that crush you got on the boy in the books." Parvati says, waving her sister off.
"Parvati! That's embarrassing." Padma says, glaring at her sister. Hermione glances at the pair, dumbfounded.
"Should I be worried?" Hermione asks, looking at the metaphorical smoke that would be coming from her first friend's head.
"Only if you're looking to date him before Padma!" Parvati says, and her sister whacks her with a book. "We should hang out more. You guys are a riot. We can get Lavender to join us too."
"Harry had mentioned that he and Hannah were going to try and find a place where students are allowed to hang out outside of their dorm rooms, since the library should be used for learning. We're supposed to ask Professor Flitwick. I don't know if Harry ever managed to speak with Neville about it, so maybe you can ask Professor McGonagall?" Hermione says, looking back over a few more of her notes.
"Oh, good idea. Anyway, I need to head back to my common room. Lavender's waiting for me, she wants all of the juicy details of my meeting with The-Boy-Who-Lived." Parvati says, winking at her sister and new friend. "Tell him I'm sorry, it was just a fun joke."
After Parvati leaves, Harry comes to again. "Huh? Did I pass out?"
"Yes you did. Sorry for that, I just thought it was cute how embarrassed you were." Padma says.
"It's fine, I'm just glad I didn't break my glasses. Where'd Parvati go?" Harry asks, examining his spectacles as he takes a quick glance around the room.
"She went back to her common room. She's going to ask McGonagall about the place for people to meet outside of the common room. We'll see her tomorrow in class." Hermione says. "Let's head back to our common room, we can try and get to know some of our other Housemates."
"Sounds good, how about it Padma?" Harry asks his new friend.
"Just lovely. Ooh, I'm so excited!" Padma says.
With that, the trio head back to their common room, where they spend the rest of the day learning Gobstones from Padma.
AN: And that's a wrap on this one. Tune in next time where I give up on finding names for these chapters.