My Time

Chapter 66

Sharp rapping on the door to the guest bedroom Hayden was using at Black Hall jarred Hayden out of a wonderful sleep. "What is it?" completely forgetting that there were spells up, silencing spells giving them all privacy. Which meant whoever it was, couldn't hear what Hayden had just yelled out before he could actually think.

Grumbling indecipherably, he flicked his hand, his magic opened the door with a click. Likely not something he should have done; it was improper likely. Hayden thought to himself, recalling Orion's reaction to him endearing the bathroom for Merlin's sake.

Luckily for him it was only Orion, who was dressed to the nines.

"Shit!" Hayden swore, lurching upright, cursing, "Damn it, we're meant to be at a meeting…how long do I have?" slipping out of bed, grunting a little in pain as his knee knocked the solid oak wood.

Orion smothered his amusement, watching Hayden flail around without an ounce of grace. It made his heart feel soft, fond, felt like he hadn't seen him in forever when it had barely been eight hours. He, Hayden and his uncles had stayed talking at Hayden's for far too long. Thank Merlin for warming charms, otherwise they would have had to cut it short for the sheer coldness exuding from the manor.

Hayden grabbed the closest clothes, which happened to be what he wore last night.

"Don't you dare wear those again," Orion uttered aghast, eyes wide in shocked astonishment.

Hayden snorted, the look on Orion's face. You'd think he tried to put clothes on after defecating in them or something. Sighing dramatically, he pulled the pant leg back off, honestly, why were pureblood's so delicate? Padding over to the cupboard, he opened it, and begun to remove things he could wear today.

Orion made a sound of what Hayden imagined a dying whale would sound like. As he stepped forward, entering the bedroom.

"What now?" Harry asked his fiancé in exasperation.

"You have zero fashion sense, and those colours do not go well together." Orion vehemently told him, eyeing them close to immolation. As if he wished to burn them rather than let Hayden wear them.

Hayden shrugged, "Never really got a chance, I had to wear hand-me-downs then practically wore…" pausing before waving his hand and the door closed with a soft click. "My uniform like all week, after Yule I'd wear the sweater Mrs. Wea…Weasley made for me." Alarmingly enough…it fitted a bit too well actually, and he had been much smaller than Ron. He wondered if it had been spelled to fit him, or if she'd just been really good at guessing, despite him being in too large muggle wear.

"I never did ask, is she related…" Orion asked, he couldn't see anything of her in Molly Weasley, although she definitely had a temper on her that rivalled his sisters.

Hayden cocked his head, "To Cedrella? No, that's Arthur, your sister didn't have any children. She was their aunt though, I think, through marriage. I think I remembered seeing her on the family tree…but I could be misremembering from what Sirius told me."

Orion didn't think it would ever stop feeling surreal for Hayden to be talking about people who didn't even exist yet. It was eery knowing who they were, that Cedrella would have another son, who'd go on to have seven children. The first female Weasley in quite a few generations if he had his math correct. He didn't know the Weasley family tree very well, just what he'd heard from Cedrella and the boys.

"Speaking of Cedrella, do you know how she's doing?" Hayden enquired, as he watched Orion set out a perfectly 'pureblood' attire on his bed with supreme dedication. As if it was something far worthy of his attention.

Orion arched an imperious brow, "Is there a reason she might not be well?" suspiciously. He was beginning to realize that Hayden very rarely asked someone if they were alright unless there was a reason for it. Such as Lord Dolohov, who had been near death. The only thing that prevented severe worry was knowing it most definitely wasn't her time.

"Sorry, she made it clear she didn't want anyone to know," Hayden said with a grimace smile and a shoulder shrug. "She didn't much want me to know either." He confessed ruefully; he was just more observant than most people. Or rather than most people realized.

Orion frowned, displeased by this, but how could he hate something that made him admire Hayden so much? "It's not something life threatening? Or dangerous? Something I could help with?" his mind going to rather horrid places he'd rather not dwell on. However, he was soon to be Lord Black, and it was his duty to take care of all his family, and regardless of her marriage name, she was a Black. He would do what he had to, even if it meant killing her husband and ensuring her wellbeing. Even if it meant changing the future, although, it had already been irrevocably changed by the dissembling of the marriage contract of him and his cousin.

"Nothing like that," Hayden's eyes went cold and harsh, "Trust me, if I have the misfortune to meet anyone that way inclined…it's unlikely they'd survive to strike anyone again." Never mind their significant other, male or female.

Orion blinked, immensely pleased that they could tell what each other was thinking. His lips tugged into a small smile, "We must be quick, Antonin is stalling as much as he's able." Lips pursing as he thought on actually being late, he'd never been late a day in his life. Well, except to a single class on his first week at Hogwarts, the day his map had mysteriously disappeared.

"When does the meeting start?" Hayden asked, beginning to get dressed, while Orion whirled around, once again Hayden was stuck by how different they were. "Tell me again, how you managed to share a dorm with three or four others!" his tone dry.

"Actually, it was only two or three per dorm room, the dungeons are bigger than the towers which gave us more room. The only difference is we never got real sunlight in the morning." Which was by the way, something you actually missed after a time.

"Oh, that makes sense," Hayden murmured thoughtfully, "You can look again, I'm decent."

Orion peeked quickly, making sure Hayden actually was decent and not teasing him. You never could tell when it came to the young wizard, he was so unpredictable.

Hayden laughed softly, a healthy flush appearing on his face, fully understanding what Orion was doing. "Decent enough for you?" he asked opening his arms as if in welcoming him for a hug but really for Orion's inspection.

"Adequate," Orion conceded.

"What do you mean only adequate? It's your clothes!" Hayden protested, genuinely taken aback. Staring down at the attire, it was just as fancy as the stuff he'd worn to the Yule ball.

"They're four seasons old," Orion said dryly, "Hopefully though nobody will notice they're mine, but I never wore that combination so it should be just fine." He didn't want them to get the wrong impression, which is that his soon to be husband couldn't afford his own attires.

"People are such snobs," Hayden commented dryly, clipping on his cloak, before he began to leave the bedroom. "You can really tell they're four years old?"

"Naturally," Orion agreed, he couldn't wait until the parcel came, which should be in the next twenty-four hours. All brand new, fashionable clothes, and for Hayden. He'd bought things for himself, but it was everyday wear, with only one fashionable thing which had already been worn. It would be part of his personal betrothal, a show that he understood him. His own wardrobe, something that was his and his alone. Nothing second hand, or handed down from family.

Hayden just laughed some more, shaking his head, sometimes it was just too much. He'd thought only girls cared about fashion; he wondered if it was something Orion was passionate about. If so, perhaps he had best not laugh or deride his passions even if it would never be one of his.

"Good morning, Mrs. Prewitt," Hayden teased her, "Where's Ignatius?" it's the first time he'd seen them separated since the wedding.

"Back to work," she said ruefully, "And good morning," she greeted both of them.

"Sorry we can't stop, got a meeting, we're already late," Orion stated, as he grasped Hayden's arm and tugged him on in the direction of the nearest Floo network. "Talk to you later when we get back, alright?" he was pleased to see she was positively glowing, she was so happy. There had been a time when he feared she never would be.

"Bye!" Hayden said, grinning at her before he was pressed into the fireplace, before Orion joined him.

They left Black Hall and made their way to the Ministry of magic.

They made quick work of the corridors that separated them from their destination. The wand security desk took the longest of times, mostly because of the wizards reaction to his name. One glare from Orion sorted that out quite quickly.

"Antonin, I do apologise for our tardiness," Orion said, as he stalked up the hallway, noticing the lawyer at the other end of the corridor. He gave no excuse, and made no effort to defend the lateness, apologised and moved on. Frankly, it was a surprise to get an apology full stop.

"It's of no consequences, I do believe the owner will be returning with his editor in chief and the journalist in question." Antonin stated, his voice filled with grim annoyance.

"He came alone?" Orion stated, disbelief suffusing him, what on earth?

"He did," Antonin declared, "He heavily regrets that decision, and will likely be going home to clean himself before he returns." Honestly the wizard had been seconds from peeing himself when he laid into him.

"He thought this was going to be a simple pay-off," Hayden sneered, eyes glowing green in rage.

"I believe that to be the case, yes," Antonin agreed, it was par for the course really. Being sued, paying out, and continuing on with the next edition. Sometimes they'd issue a redaction, but it was very rare that actually happened. He didn't expect it to happen in his lifetime until it had. He couldn't believe they'd actually been stupid enough to publish a Lord's medical information.

"Well, that clinches it." Hayden stated darkly, he was not going to give them any mercy. He didn't think much of himself, didn't use his station to bring others down. Surely, though, what they had attempted – contempt plain and simple – contempt for his person, his position, his right to privacy, his medical documentation. As he was realizing, it wasn't just his name anymore…it would be Orion's too, and the Black family. He would never let that happen. There was only one thing for it. Lord and Lady Black were right, he couldn't let them walk all over them.

"What is it? Do you wish for me to deviate from the plan?" Antonin immediately asked, staring questioningly at Hayden.

"Take the paper down," Hayden declared coldly, "Reduce them to nothing." He had been content to, not only get an apology along with the retraction, but to make them pay monetary compensation so they would think twice before attempting to write about him in the newspaper again.

"I agree, there better not be a Daily Prophet by the time you finish today." Orion determined, unable to believe the utter contempt they'd been shown.

"But people do need something to read, to keep them up to date," Hayden murmured thoughtfully, he did have a publishing company…Peverell Publishing Post or perhaps something like Peverell Post or Peverell Publishing or Daily post and nix his name was far from stupid, and was aware that it was something that could be used to manipulate the masses, just as the Daily Prophet did in his time.

"scheme later, they've arrived," Orion declared hearing the sound of the Floo activating. It was such a familiar sound, that there was just no mistaking it. The noise was rather loud, as it was everywhere in the Ministry unless they had the room silenced.

"You've dragged us here without breakfast, and he's not even here." A female voice complained, annoyance suffusing her, the annoyance discernible to the trio at the other side of the door.

Orion narrowed his gaze, almost seething in fury. If looks could kill, Orion would have had the witch six feet under instantaneously.

"Shall we?" Hayden asked his fiancé, arching a brow, his eyes gleaming in delight, a small subtle smirk on his face. It would be their first enemy they'd face together as a team. The contract didn't count, not really, and most definitely not to him.

Orion calmed, "We shall," rather pleased with Hayden's sudden different outlook when it came to this situation. He'd all been for teaching them a lesson, but ultimately that would have been like slapping them on the wrist and told to go to bed. He'd accepted his father's suggestions, decided to do something, so they didn't think they could treat him like a free for all when it came to news articles. Now though? He wanted to see them taken down.

Hayden stalked into the room, making no effort to stop the door swinging loudly into the wall. Orion inwardly groaned, honestly, did he have no decorum whatsoever? It definitely caught their attention though, and Orion honestly had to smother his sniggers when he saw the eldest wizard there jump in sheer fright. Clearly not all journalists had spine, or guts he'd need to remember that.

"Who the…" the elder wizard trailed off, eyes becoming extremely large as he realized who entered the room with him. It was bad enough having to contend with Antonin Dolohov – who by the way was ruthless – without adding the Black heir to things. Swallowing thickly, becoming very leery.

"We're all here, that's good, shall we get down to business?" the other wizard who was sitting on a chair asked them all, he exuded intelligence and power. Not the magical kind, although he was no slouch, but position of power.

The wizard that was sitting began to speak, starting everyone's name and the reason they were there for the record. A house-elf was sitting scribing behind at a desk of its own.

Leonard Spencer-Moon! The Minister for magic, he knew all about him. It was a damn miracle he did, since history magic rarely ventured away from goblin wars. Which if you want your population utterly unaware of their own history and doomed to repeat it…it was a good way. He was rather handsome, not as gorgeous and striking as Orion of course, but handsome in his own right.

Barnabas Cuffe, the owner of the Daily Prophet, and apparently the editor in chief. Along with the aforementioned witch that was clearly the journalist, Mary Cuffe, clearly related to the owner, and the youngest wizard, Jeffery Jiggers, a lawyer for the Daily Prophet. Jiggers appeared extremely nervous, if his gaze was anything to go by, but even with that, he still had that smarmy look about him that spoke of his inability to care about anyone except himself (and perhaps his clients).

Then came Antonin Dolohov's name, then Heir Orion Black, as if they weren't already nervous enough already…then Hayden spoke.

"Lord Hayden Peverell," Hayden stated firmly, comfortably setting his hand on top of the table for a brief moment. Showcasing the ring, which he'd had made, since the Lordship ring had passed from Lord Peverell to Cadmus Peverell. The middle brother, presumably due to the fact he had an heir.

He was not going to recite his full name, he wasn't Dumbledore.

They promptly and in sync paled, and Hayden for the first time, couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the power his name held. It was not just some twist of fate, where he was the Boy-Who-Lived. No, this powerful name was just that, power, and he was going to use it to help those that deserve it. He side-eyed Orion who was watching them with a merciless gleam in his eyes, relishing the power as well. Although, Hayden deduced, Orion was more used to such things.

Then again, hadn't Orion stated that there was no such thing as too much power? It should have alarmed him really, considering it was a bit like what Voldemort said. However, he didn't care, he was beyond caring, he'd staved off two bloody wars the magical world would have seen.

Everyone took a seat around the table, the Prophet side on one, and Hayden, Orion, and Antonin on the other with the Minister at the 'head' of the table so to speak.

Hayden hummed, glancing briefly at Antonin before turning to speak, "I assume that you're ultimately making the decision on the case?" he spoke directly to the Minister.

"I will be, Lord Peverell," the Minister stated.

"There are no independent parties involved? Can I ask how that's fair Minister?" Hayden asked, polite and kind, despite the direction the conversation was going in.

"Meaning?" affronted by his implications.

"Are we to just keep silent over the fact that he's in bed with the Ministry of magic, or hell, even just the Minister?" Hayden asked, staring between the owner, relative, lawyer and the Minister himself as if sufficiently confused.

"We're no such thing," the Minister declared scandalised by what he was hearing.

"I object to these accusations, have care or we will add libel to the list we have against you, Lord Peverell." Jiggers declared, an oily smile appearing on his face, so reminiscent of Vernon Dursley actually.

Orion glared at Jiggers, silently daring him to speak to Hayden like that again. Daring him to start a feud against the Peverell and Black family for blatant lies. It was alright if you told the truth but feuds had started for a lot less than lies.

"And a liar to boot, why don't you show me what you look like when you tell the truth, Minister?" Hayden asked shaking his head sadly, deeply disappointed, he'd hoped beyond all hope that they weren't all like Fudge. Yet it was becoming clear even from this short conversation that this man was. Politics always seemed to come first. He utterly ignored the lawyer, having no desire to play games, again a reminder that politics definitely wasn't for him.

"How dare you?" stuttered the Minister utterly shocked by the open display of hostility, or what he termed hostility.

Orion wanted to smack his head on the table in defeat. It was official, he truly did not have a subtle bone in his body. Perhaps it was a good thing he had a real aversion to politics and had no desire to be in the Wizengamot or council of magic. Although, it did fill him with amusement imagining their reactions. Just as hilarious as the Ministers' face was at being called out.

"On the seventh of August nineteen-forty-five every single newspaper worldwide wrote about the destruction of two islands, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the deaths that had resulted in the atomic bombs. All but one newspaper, just one, and conveniently enough, it's the only one in circulation in the UK." Hayden begun, watching the Minister pale drastically, a noise of shocked disbelief passing his lips. "The Daily Prophet that day, evening, special edition did not even put it in the darkest corner hoping nobody would pay attention to it. Oh, they spoke about the war being over. Our own Minister for magic I would assume, demanded they not write it, after all, if wizards knew just how dangerous the muggles were…there would be carnage and so soon after a war ending."

Barnabas sat there, wringing his hands, nervously, his brow saturated with sweat. He couldn't even bring himself to look at anyone, finding the table utterly fascinating.

"How much were you paid to keep that news from reaching the general public?" Hayden added, a soft sigh emerging from his lips. "Just to be clear, Minister, I am not attempting to blackmail you, I would just prefer someone independent to oversee the proceedings, it truly isn't too much to ask, is it?

"No, no it's not," the Minister whispered, clearly still affected by Lord Peverell's words regardless. "Unfortunately, there is nobody else who can help. However, I can compartmentalise, you will be given a fair hearing, Lord Peverell, and I shall swear on my magic to make it so." Magic flared up, in Spencer-Moon then Hayden an unsworn unbreakable vow.

Hayden stared dubiously, nobody else could help? That felt like the biggest lie one could possibly tell. Sighing softly, well, no matter, he wanted this over with, and frankly done today. "Very well, I shall concede, mostly just because I want this over with today." He was a very busy man, and he wasn't saying that disingenuously, he meant it.

Barnabas silently clenched his hand into a fist.

"Father, are you alright?" Mary asked her father, her voice a merest whisper, but still heard in the rather cavernous room.

Ah, so it was her father, Hayden knew it had to be closely related. Although, truthfully, most families seem to stick together, with the Lord of the family taking care of them all. Was he Lord? Or were they not noble? It was clearly not the case, since he hadn't been introduced thusly as Lord or even Lady when it came to Mary.

Barnabas remained silent, but jerkily shook his head, he knew what was going to happen. That the Ministry was giving up on their partnership, he was going to be left to sink in the middle of the damn ocean without a wand or paddle. He was utterly doomed and he knew it.

Mary reached out, and clutched her fathers' hand tightly. She was so confused; he'd gone out earlier with full confidence. Then suddenly he returned looking less so, and all but demanded her presence! Thankfully he hadn't bombarded his way into her room with said demands but had had their House-elf do so. Then he hadn't even let her eat breakfast before coming here. Now…now he looked so defeated, broken in a way she'd never seen him before. It hurt her to see him this way, and not be able to mend the situation.

"It was for the greater good," Barnabas muttered to his wife, glaring at the Minister, hating that he was the one taking the heat when he wasn't the only one.

"Seriously? Dumbledore? You need a teacher to tell you what to do?" Hayden blurted out, slapping his hand over his head. "Do you even know where that saying came from?" a vindictive gleam coming into his eyes, perhaps a way to begin Dumbledore's downfall.

The Minister straightened up, Hayden wondered if it was an attempt to look important or if he was trying to appear unbothered by what just happened. The Minister cleared his throat, and began to shift through the paperwork, which naturally Hayden and Orion had meticulously gone through.

A secretary opened the door to the room, thus negating the silencing spells at the worst (in Dumbledore's view when he sees the memories) possible moment. everyone in the corridor – law enforcement! Journalists! – heard the words. He had made no effort to lower his voice to a decent volume!

"The 'greater good' spiel was something Dumbledore and Grindelwald thought up together as teenagers! With their belief that the world should know about magic so they could subjugate them kindly of course, overlords, but Dumbledore got cold feet and didn't even bother informing the Aurors what his lover was up to! He could have stopped this war!"

Antonin's eyes widened in astonishment, "Is that true?" he whispered to Orion. He wasn't stupid enough to interrupt a Lord when he was speaking, even to do his job as a lawyer. To do so would ensure he would never be considered for another job.

"You'll find that Hayden never lies," Orion whispered right back, and it was true, he had no need to. "His truths tend to hurt a lot more than the most sophisticated lie." A smug smirk playing across his face, as he watched the Minister try to regain control. Mostly because he was a blunt instrument that couldn't keep quiet.

The Minister pointed towards the door the witch had just came through a thunderous look on his face. "GET OUT!" a rare sight indeed, of the Minister losing his composure, looking both furious and shocked in equal measures.

Hayden just leaned back, watching the chaos unfolding unrepentant.

There was a strained silence for a good few minutes before, like a professional, the Minister got back on track. Hayden must confess he was surprised with his ability to compartmentalise. Perhaps he was correct that he could do so, Hayden knew it wasn't easy – he couldn't do it – so he did have to commend him silently for it.

"Just to be clear, you did not give any healer or Medi-witch permission to read your medial file?" the Minister for magic asked seriously. Acting as though the previous minutes had not occurred. He would think it through when he had a moment to himself.

"No. I didn't." he replied succinctly.

"It wasn't a healer or a Medi-witch or Medi-wizard." Mary retorted, "It was information that was already known."

"Is that so?" Orion practically purred the words out. His mercury eyes gleaming, just baiting the witch to continue talking. To lay their lies bare for the world to see.

"Yes!" she proclaimed triumphantly.

"And just how long had you known?" Hayden asked, silence was the answer. "Well, how long had you known?" he asked again when it became clear she wasn't going to answer him.

"I've known since December," Mary proclaimed, ignoring her father's grip on her arm as she continued on.

"Stop Mary," unlike his daughter, he could see that this was all going to go horribly wrong. He could see the two were bating them, bating his daughter, and they looked supremely sure of themselves, it left him leery. A Black never looked that confident without reason.

"What date?" Hayden asked, deflating, and honestly, the way she latched onto it was so pathetically easy he felt sorry for her.

"Twenty-third, according to Miss Cuffe's records," the Minister answered for the witch who was just about to dig through her own records.

"Damn, I think I'm going to be sick," Hayden said, standing up abruptly, the Minister stood automatically himself, Orion smoothly behind him.

"Through that door," the Minister stated visibly alarmed, seeing him lose his cool so thoroughly.

Orion followed Hayden through, more alarmed than even the Minister. He knew just how strong a stomach Hayden had. Whatever he was thinking, must be extreme, for Hayden had been through more than anyone could possibly conceive. Even him, he'd admit, his upbringing had been idyllic compared to Hayden's. Orion turned away as Hayden was sick, he hadn't had anything to eat so nothing but bile came up.

"Hayden? What's wrong?" Orion asked, he couldn't help if he didn't know what it was. Given how hectic that night was, he wouldn't be surprised if the journalist, reporter or even a photographer got a picture of Hayden's files. They had been left out on display; he'd seen them himself.

"Orion…tell me there's a spell that can give your identity," Hayden said, hand over his mouth so that Orion didn't need to smell his putrid breath. Although, it wasn't long, Orion spelled his mouth fresh, with a nice lingering minty taste. "One that isn't a ritual that needs understanding vocalised consent."

Orion naturally understood within seconds after digesting exactly what Hayden said. "There is not." His tone terse, lips turning into a thin line, not liking where this was going at all.

"There's no way someone could have performed a ritual…" Hayden murmured, "Not in a busy hospital, we barely managed to get by with my cloak!" which was a miracle, really.

"Agreed," Orion stated, "But we are getting ahead of ourselves, people lie," which was all too true, he may be thinking the worst for no reason. Coldness begun to seep into his bones, he could see his own breath.

"Is everything alright?" Antonin asked, peering around the door but not entering fully. His own breath began to fog up in the room much to the wizards confusion. Blanching in shock, as he watched someone…something, materialise in front of Orion and Hayden.

"You're getting better at calling me at will," Mort declared, staring down at Hayden in amusement. "It took the Peverell brothers until they were in their early twenties to be able to summon me, and that's with their knowledge of magic being known to them since birth."

Antonin was still, staring having a great idea of who it was without further comment and no other clarification sought. Hayden was a Peverell after all, and they were necromancers, he hadn't realized they could literally summon death – or any other spirit – to this realm. Or perhaps they can't, maybe only Death can cross that divide.

"Does anyone have my blood in their possession?" Hayden commanded to know, only marginally hysterical.

Orion swallowed thickly, a visible show of horror at the possibilities. He was a Black, he knew what someone could do with a single speck of blood never mind more of it. He prayed to Merlin, to every deity he could think of, that the answer was no. That single moment felt like an eternity until death answered.

"No, they used what they took from your bloody clothing, nothing remains behind." Death revealed, his answer quick and blunt. Humans problems didn't bother him, he fundamentally didn't care about humanity other than helping them over to the other side into his domain. He had a few exceptions, the Peverell's and those who could speak to him, necromancers, not that there had been many of them in a long time. A lot of magic was dying.

"Who?" who had dared to steal blood from a pureblood? Who had dared to use unwillingly given blood to find out private information? "And better yet, why?"

"Our Hayden looks very much like his ancestors, double of Ignotus, as a matter of fact. Why would it be beyond the realm of understanding that they'd recognize him and suspect who he is?" death commented, answering their questions in a roundabout fashion.

"Now they've done it," Orion declared coldly, he was going to ensure that the paper didn't have two Knut's left to rub together. How dare they allow such travesty to occur?

"Do remind Mary of Tanya," death commented, as Hayden was helped to his feet, with Orion checking to ensure he looked just as impeccable when he went in. Tanya the reporters first story, she died due to what she reported and has gone unpunished as Hayden would come to learn.

A/n – I know sorry guys, but between my cooker breaking – I've got a part coming, but it's going to take up to ten days – and the heating not working in minus 5 degrees weather (thank goodness for family) it's been a really tough week. Heating's working again so there is that yay! Anyways I'm not sure how a lawsuit would go (if you guys have had experience, please let me know I'd love to hear it!) not that it will likely affect the outcome since I've got it all planned out now and it's going to be so much fun! At least I'm over the hump where it comes to getting the chapter out lol (it wasn't an easy chapter to write for some reason I'm so blocked due to this lawsuit thing and how it would really go) I do like things to be realistic R&R please