My Time

Chapter 68

Hayden harried through the hallway, article in hand, as he swiftly moved towards the press room. He was beyond exhausted; he'd been in the Peverell Publishing newspaper (used to be called the Daily Prophet but Hayden gleefully changed it first thing in the morning) since three o'clock in the morning, dealing with well, everything that came with publishing a newspaper. "The article is perfect, add it in." he informed the printers, handing over the article which he'd just literally approved.

"Yes, Sir, Lord Peverell," came the answer, as they collected the article, ready to put it to the press and get the newspapers printed.

"Just Sir will do, you don't need to use my title," Hayden reminded them, groaning when a ping reverberated around the building, indicating yet another Floo call was to be attended to. "Excuse me," he sighed, before turning and making his way back to his office, he had so much to do and so little time to accomplish it.

"Can I help you?" Hayden enquired, as he stood in front of the fireplace, arching a brow, he'd been answering calls all morning.

"Who are you?" came the blurted question, shocked to see someone not Cuffe in the office.

"Let me guess, you're expecting Barnabas Cuffe? I'm afraid he's no longer the editor in chief or owner of the newspaper that used to be called the Daily Prophet." Hayden intoned; he was seriously getting tired of hearing himself saying that. "I am Lord Peverell, owner and operator for Peverell publishing." For now, he intended on hiring an editor-in-chief of his own, with an assistant to run his newspaper. He couldn't control everything, it was best to get people who knew what they were doing to run his businesses, with the right oaths and vows he didn't need to fear any wrongdoings. Although, it was said to be highly irregular but at the end of the day it was his business and it was up to him.

The fireplace started to crackle after the connection broke immediately after that.

Hayden laughed, shaking his head, before slumping into the seat with a sigh. Finally. That was just one article, Merlin, he hadn't realized so much went into a simple newspaper! He didn't regret it, the public deserved to hear the truth.

A knock had Hayden looking up, wondering who it was now.

"Can I…" he stopped when he realized who it was, a beaming smile spreading across his face, delighted to see him and making no effort to disguise it. "Hey, I thought you were with your father working today?" seeing to the Black estate, still learning from his father.

"We just finished, I had an idea you likely wouldn't remember lunch, so I brought some," Orion said smoothly, as he stepped in, heart positively melting at such a lovely welcome. There was no denying how Hayden felt for him, and it did wonders for him, it made Orion love Hayden all the more. It was far better than having to endure a loveless marriage, worse, with someone who didn't know what a single positive emotion entailed.

"I'd love that," Hayden said, smiling, as he moved further up the table, magicking another chair for Orion to sit beside him.

"How are you doing?" Orion asked, he had no reservations that Hayden could do this, Hayden could do anything he put his mind to.

"Seven people elected to take the oaths we wrote up," Hayden explained, as they begun to plate out the food from his favourite restaurant run by the Zabini family. The food was delicious, and it wasn't because it was his first try of takeout.

"How many were there to begin with?" Orion questioned, before beginning to eat his pasta, which was just as he liked it.

"Twenty-five journalists," Hayden said ruefully, gesturing towards the box of files on his desk, they belonged to every employee that had been working at the Daily Prophet before it was taken over by himself.

Orion winced, eighteen people decided to leave, that was a massive decrease in the workforce.

"You would not believe the amount of Floo calls I've had to field today, all looking for Cuffe. The sooner I get the Floo name changed the better, I swear I'm getting my first actual headache." Hayden commented, "Mmm, this is delicious, thank you for bringing it in." leaning to the side so that he and Orion's shoulders were touching.

"You're welcome, and if you'd like I could head to the Ministry and get the network name changed for you? Can't guarantee anyone will come out today to do it but I can get the ball rolling." Orion suggested, "I do need to head to the Ministry anyways to fill out some forms."

Hayden nodded, "I'd be grateful if you did," it was one less thing for him to do. "Grab a few empty forms while you're there too. We're going to need them one day, once the estate is up and running."

"Only a few?" Orion teased gently, sighing softly, life felt so different from what it used to.

"You're right we're going to need hundreds in the long run, but getting the actual castle connected to the Floo will be the first thing. I'm stuck between making something like every fireplace connected or just one in what I'd likely to call the entrance Floo hall. Having a lot of networks open in any property is a security risk, but it could also backfire and be a risk for us if anything happens to the castle."

"Not really a security risk if they're closed until you open them." Orion reminded him off that particular possibility. Not that Hayden had a property in the past to know such things, or rather remember them. "But you're quite right to keep only one Floo access available." Orion agreed full-heartedly, there was one thing he'd never allow a fireplace in his bedroom connected to the Floo, it would make it all too easily for an enemy to kill you were you slept. The Black family had their share of enemies that's for sure.

"Oh, yeah I forgot you could do that," Hayden said shaking his head, "So we use one of the rooms on the ground floor of the castle as a Floo/cloak room?"

"It's definitely the safest of options," Orion agreed, pouring them both a goblet of crisp white wine. Hayden gestured for Orion to stop when it was a third of the way full. He didn't have Orion's ability to drink so much and remain sober. He was not going to conduct interviews while impaired with alcohol.

"Then you'll only need one." Hayden replied, smiling when he noticed Orion had brought pomegranate juice with him too. It was a new found favourite, so far, he'd only ever found it in the takeaway restaurant, apparently, they do them fresh and buy them from different regions so they're always perfect. "Thank you," he added, leaning over and kissing Orion's check, laughing softly the way Orion checked his surroundings to ensure he hadn't been seen. Honestly, Hayden was surprised he hadn't ended up with a complex with how Orion acted. Unfortunately, it was just the time they were in.

"We need to discuss Grimmauld Place," Orion started, his brow furrowed, recalling how utterly dreadful it was. Troll stands, honestly, the inside of the townhouse had been aptly named. It truly was a grim old place, clearly Walburga's taste was just as horrendous as an adult as it had been as a youngster.

Hayden glanced in silent query, mouth full and made no move to speak, he wasn't Ron thank you, Merlin, he loved him, but he was just as bad as Dudley when it came to table manners. Arching his brow curiously, reaching for his juice.

"It was purchased as a wedding gift for me and Walburga before everything happened," Orion explained, waving it off as inconsequential, which he felt the matter was now. He wasn't going to dwell on it, if he did, he knew it would just tear him apart and take him down. We've been discussing the castle a lot, and deciding things together, so I'm assuming you'd prefer to move there?"

Hayden blinked owlishly, as it dawned on him that Orion hadn't actually said whether he liked the place or not. He'd just unconsciously started including Orion in all decisions on the castle that he'd been thinking of as home. "Is that what you'd like?" he knew Orion loved Black castle something fiercely. "I mean I know you love the Black Castle and technically it's likely belonging to the Lord or oldest Black?"

"The entire family used to live in the castle once upon a time, but well, families don't really do that anymore." Orion shrugged, "My grandfather has always lived there with my grandmother as far back as my father remembers. It will be his choice of who inherits it once he and my grandmother pass away." Not something he liked to think on, for most part they're as healthy as ox's with the occasional flare up of medical concerns. He hoped they continued to live for a long time yet.

"Maybe your sister?" Hayden mused, certainly wasn't any point to giving the castle to Orion, although it was likely where it would go. Sirius would rather the castle remain under the Black estate, giving it to Lucretia would mean it would fall under the Prewitt estate.

"Very doubtful, my grandfather would never allow it to fall out of Black hands." Orion declared vehemently, but it was not a slight against his sister. He loved her and would give her anything she wished, but the truth was the truth.

Hayden nodded, "That did cross my mind."

"So, Grimmauld Place? There's no point to it lying inhabited, it's a waste of money," Orion returned the discussion to the property.

"Agreed, what has your father suggested?" Hayden asked, finishing off his plate of food, his stomach finally content. "I'm not really following your line of thought here, Rion,"

Orion swallowed, if it had been anyone else, absolutely anyone else he would have retorted back to use his proper name. Unlike everyone else in the family, nobody had attempted to give him a nickname, not even in his youth. His grandparents, his parents (had one for each other), even his sister and cousins but nobody had ever given him one. Warmth suffused him, "There are memories in that house, I just wished to have your opinion on it."

"Oh," Hayden murmured, his mind casting back to the precious moments he'd spent with his godfather. The time spent with the Weasley's, and despite the terrible time enjoying Yule with them. His godfather had hated Grimmauld Place, but Hayden? Hayden didn't hate or like it in particular it just was. It had given them protection when needed, him, Ron and Hermione. "It's strange you know, all these memories I have, and only I will ever have them, nobody will share my past with me."

Orion straightened in alarm, eyes widening in warning, that was a very stupid thing to utter.

Hayden sniggered, "Relax, silencing charms they only break when the doors open," and he didn't have any portraits or anything like that in the office. He'd already removed any personal items belonging to Cuffe and left them at the front of the building for him to collect. He'd checked everywhere for any spells just in case anyone had left something unpleasant behind.

Orion huffed out in relief.

"Do you want to live in Grimmauld Place? Is it more to your liking? I mean I know it's similar to your parents place, and a castle is massive and likely a huge change to what you're used to." Hayden enquired, there was a difference between visiting and actually living in a castle. It was huge, and if he was honest, it was a dramatic change from all he was used to too.

Grimmauld Place was quite big on its own, seven-bedroom property, with libraries, studies bathrooms and the like. It was hardly a two-bed property that they could walk along the wall and be at the other side of it in ten steps. It was extravagant, it had to be for Arcturus to buy his son and heir.

"No, I think it would be…tainted by the memories I have of what little I know about the fate of my…the Black family." Orion confessed, "I was considering letting it out to anyone that wished to rent, it would be a good source of income, a seven-bed property is worth a substantial amount."

Hayden smiled, "You've been paying attention to my suggestions." Proud and happy.

"It's clear in black and white how prosperous working with muggles is," Orion commented, and it was true, he could see how much the Peverell estate was raking in. If his uncles had any sense they would be doing it as well. Perhaps even opening a few warehouses to start shipping them out to their locations. He wouldn't know where to start but Hayden would. "It's not as if Grimmauld Place is the only property we rent out, but we've not actually bought a lot with the intention of renting it out. It's just properties that are no longer in use, that's rented out to continue to bring in money to the Black coffers." Although all other renters were most definitely wizards and witches.

"There's a lot of muggles in the world, you're definitely not going to regret it." Hayden commented, "Ooo, you bought dessert! Chocolate mousse?" fingers crossed; it was his go to desserts even if it wasn't exactly Italian.

"Do you have enough time?" Orion questioned him as he passed the mousse over.

"I'll make time," Hayden answered, gleefully digging in, having been deprived of most foods during his childhood, he loved trying anything at least once. Not that he hadn't had this, it was up there on his favourites. Helped along by not being too heavy on his stomach.

"What time will you be home?" Orion asked, as he undid the lid on his own strawberry cheesecake slice with a scoop of vanilla Fortescue ice cream.

"I have no idea," Hayden confessed, "I've got another ten meetings to get through."

"Are they all for the editor-in-chief position?" Orion asked, arching a brow, wondering just how many interviews he'd had today. One glance at his to do list, he winced, that was a lot of meetings.

"Half, the rest are for various journalist queries, I swear I only put it out on the front door at three o'clock in the morning and then I was getting people making interview times thereafter." Hayden said with an incredulous laugh.

"We're a small community, there are always people looking for jobs, and the prospect of getting one likely was thrilling. Usually, it's family or friends of the family that gets first pick, and thus it's not often good jobs come up." Orion answered, for only seven people still working there, it was bustling with activity.

"I've asked them if they'd be interested in going to muggle college to become editors, if they don't get the position. I'm beginning to understand why they were so eager. Nepotism at its finest but I already knew that." Hayden explained, "It's one case where two jobs are similar that allow me to get everything done at once."

"You'll find more people being interested; you've got mostly muggle-born students on your list." He didn't recognize any of the names so they definitely were. If they knew a company wasn't biased, they'd go all in.

"If it stops them going back to the muggle world, I'm all for it. We're fortunate really, since they'll be desperate for work here due to how things are in the muggle world at the moment. they're on rationing and have more people than houses and it will be that way for at least what another…eight years?" Hayden commented, "History isn't exactly my strong point, but I know a decent amount." He'd been in muggle primary school for seven years, and unlike his cousin, he'd been good at most subjects but did poorly so not to rouse Vernon and Petunia's ire.

"Who knows, perhaps they'll even become tenants," Orion pointed out, already beginning to put away the plastic containers that had housed their food. It was just throwaway plastic, nothing they need bother keeping.

"Keep them and give them to Lynx," Hayden told him before he could even think to place them in the bin or banish them. "I'd like to bring something with me tomorrow. That's if your parents wouldn't mind." As always well aware that one can overstay their welcome and having no desire to do so.

"You know they don't," Orion answered automatically, and it was true, "You are family now, not just a guest ask for whatever you like. Personally, I think my mother would rather we stayed with my parents for the rest of their lives." An amused smile on his face as he thought about it, naturally it was wiped off seconds later, they were in public after all. Setting the bag aside to take home.

Hayden opened his mouth to speak again, only for the door to open, and immediately after a few knocks at the door, "Monica Walters is here for her interview, Sir,"

"Alright, set her out front, I'll be by in a few minutes," Hayden ordered, standing up, "Thanks for bringing lunch, I'll be back at around six or seven o'clock tonight. So be done doing everything you need, I'd love to have a quiet date night with you even if we don't go out anywhere." Any time spent with Orion was never time wasted.

"You forget that Lucretia and her husband's coming this evening." Orion pointed out recalling their engagement this evening

Hayden groaned, wishing to smack his hand over his head in exasperation, he had a diary, a lovely new one bought by Orion with the latest charms and spells on it. He'd taken it with him today as a matter of fact, but he hadn't actually looked into it, and used a spare piece of parchment to write down the times and names of the interviews he had. "The interview, wait why's Lucretia coming? It's an interview, informal but still an interview?" Hayden asked, chivvying them both out of the office.

"To see our parents while you conduct your interview? We all know you're going to give him the job anyway." Orion said dryly, opening the door and keeping it open until Hayden passed and then closed it firmly behind him.

"I want to make sure he would be able to run a business before I hand over any business with my name on it." Hayden confessed, "Friendships and businesses don't always go hand in hand." Not like he had any actual experience, but just things he'd observed over time. That and he'd been given bits of advice since coming here, mostly from Sirius, Hesper and Arcturus.

"That titbit of advice is definitely from my father," Orion said ruefully, "He also likes to say that family and business don't go hand in hand."

"Do none of your relatives work at your companies?" Hayden asked a little surprised.

"We invest, oftentimes very heavily, we never actually partake in opening/starting new businesses, not like you're doing, not in recent generations of the family at least." Orion explained, "The family take on whatever jobs they please to supplement their income with whatever father gives." Whether they were male or female Black's they got enough to live comfortably. The ladies of the family get more than just a bride price, they were secured their entire life unless of course, they had married into a family that could secure their future easily.

The Blacks were extremely well off, add in the Peverell estate? They were without a doubt multi-billion-galleon-aire's. Everyone else, the Potters, the Malfoy's, the McMillians, all other pureblood families that were well to do, paled into insignificance. People didn't even realize this either, presuming that the Peverell was good in name only, without realizing the enormity of the estate's worth.

"I'll see you at home," Orion informed him, his tone pompous.

Hayden just blinked at his fiancé, stunned by his sudden and abrupt change in demeanour and didn't think of replying as the Black heir left the room. Eventually Hayden just rolled his eyes, honestly, he didn't understand purebloods sometimes.

"Sorry if I interrupted…" Elizabeth 'call me Lizzie' stood there looking so awkward that it looked painful.

"What? Uh, no, it's fine, what do you have?" Hayden asked, all of them were exhausted, they were working overtime to bring news out to everyone.

"There's dozens of more subscription services came, you have two more interviews and everyone has articles for tomorrow's edition of the newspaper," Lizzie handed over the massive bundle with an apologetic look, she could see he was overwhelmed. "Is there anything I can do to help?" so very grateful for the opportunity that had been afforded her.

"Has anyone had lunch?" Hayden asked instead of answering her.

"No, Sir, not yet." Lizzie answered, waiting patiently for an answer.

"Who here still has to finish their articles?" Hayden shouted out to his workforce, another thing he'd be changing, he wasn't fond of the open plan and tiny desks, "Show of hands!"

Only one person raised their hands, a mortified flush adorned their cheeks.

"Alright, I want all finished articles on my desk, if you're done, you are free to leave," Hayden called out to them all, "Those that aren't finished, head off to lunch and come back to it with fresh perspective." Giving the mortified witch a nod of reassurance.

"What if you're not happy with our articles?" a wizard, Ross, called out, ceasing all action as they looked up at their new boss.

"You all filled out your personal information?" Hayden called out, a frown marring his features. It was all the data he needed for employing them, such as name, date of birth, magical national insurance number, address, Floo address, phone numbers if they have them, Apparation coordinates and such.

Affirmation came from everyone, that yes, they'd filled out the information on the new forms after saying the vow required to keep their job. Everyone else's employment records had gone up in flames, the second they stubbornly refused to do the vow believing he wouldn't actually do it. The proclamation that they'd sue for wrongful termination was quickly nipped in the bud, "I was going to keep all of you on, IF you adhered to the terms and conditions of the new workforce, which is saying the Vow, you are the ones choosing to walk out, but go ahead, see how far it gets you."

It had made the workforces day to see the worst of their day – bullies and smug arses that sucked up to Cuffe – walk out the door. They didn't celebrate, felt relief yes, but they weren't sure what the future would hold and the last thing they needed was for the idiots to be back and far worse than they already were. Childish idiots, from tripping jinxes, banishing their work to charming their appearances and such.

"Then if I'm not happy I'll call you back in, now go, get some rest, thank you, all of you, for your dedication and hard work. It won't be forgotten." Hayden thanked them all sincerely, for their hard work. "I'll see you at your normal time tomorrow." He'd really need to figure out the best way to thank them, but he didn't know them well enough.

"Lizzie, remain a moment please!" Hayden asked the witch, as the room cleared out within moments, none of them were going to say no to leaving early.

"What can I do for you, Sir?" she asked, eager to please, to be remembered, to remain at this job, it was demanding but very fair so far.

"Make sure that all personnel files have the mandatory information, and the last of what you'd normally do," Hayden informed her, "Have you worked here long?" already guiding her to his office, as both of them got to work again.

"It will be one year in exactly four days," she answered, leery of upsetting him or him getting the wrong impression on her work ethic.

"Do you know everyone well?" Hayden then asked, as he gestured for her to sit down.

Lizzie stiffened, "Like how?" anxiety skittering up her spine.

"I'd like to thank everyone for their work, I know it's been an overwhelming couple of days, remaining at work far longer than anyone ought to. Doubling their work to get the newspaper out, everyone has been amazing. I just hoped you'd know them well enough to gift them a personal thank you gift that has meaning to them. However, if you don't know them well enough it's fine." Hayden reassured her seeing the look on her face, given what kind of man Cuffe was, he could imagine what she'd been tasked to doing in the past.

"Oh," she breathed shakily, "That I can do," very pleased with something she could do without reservation.

"Then write down what you think they'd love most, cost is no matter," Hayden explained handing over a fresh piece of parchment with seven names on it.

"Patrick would honestly prefer monetary gift, he's struggling at the moment and Cuffe wouldn't give him…" her mouth snapped shut, aghast at what had just come out of her mouth. She hadn't meant to disparage her boss, ex-boss, especially not in front of her new boss.

Hayden laughed, "Oh, I can imagine how he was rotten bastard."

Lizzie gaped, horrified and awed by his words; he sounded nothing like the Lord he was meant to be. They were always prim and proper, never a hair out of place or a word said without careful consideration. She said nothing in turn, she just couldn't think of anything she could say. Not without lying at any rate.

"Is he having trouble with his rent? Or just everything in general?" Hayden asked sombrely, giving the situation his full undivided attention.

"Both, he was off sick for a month in St. Mungo's, his wife's income helped keep food on the table and pay the majority of the bills. Unfortunately, they're overwhelmed between the hospital bill."

"St. Mungo's is free," Hayden pointed out perplexed.

"Oh, no, he went private, so he could be seen straight away," she explained simply enough. "It was just awful the spell damage; he wouldn't have lasted long enough to be seen on MNHS."

"Huh," Hayden murmured, wondering if there were two St. Mungo's of if there were levels that were 'privatised' without him realizing it. He'd need to discuss that with Orion, he wouldn't say anything more about it. He'd always thought they'd see anyone in the event of an emergency…or had Arthur paid for his visit after what Nagini did to him? "Alright, best get…Catriona Allen."

"Catriona," she gently corrected him, "My mother's Scottish, I have a cousin called that, it's Gaelic."

"What age is your cousin?" Hayden asked, truly interested.

"She's six now, just starting primary school." She told him in pride, her family was close. Picking up everything she'd need to complete her work as soon as possible. "I'll show her in right away." With that she left the office, leaving the door open as she went to collect the aforementioned witch.

Hayden sighed, glancing at the bag he'd brought with him containing books to help him prepare for his OWLS. He hadn't even cracked one of the books open yet, and he knew that the OWLS here were going to be enormously difficult and different from his own. He only had a few things going for him, such as his ability to cast a Patronus which would get him a few additional points to make up for his mistakes. He knew there would be a great many, he wasn't much of a reader, he wasn't like Hermione.

He stood up when the witch entered the room with Lizzie, "Good afternoon, it's good to meet you, please, have a seat," not seeking to shake her hand, pureblood's did not do that in this time, and he had grown up in a cupboard, so he hadn't exactly been a social butterfly, he hadn't shook Ron's or anyone's hands at Hogwarts oddly enough.

"Nice to meet you too, Lord Peverell," inclining her head respectfully.

Hayden's first impression of her was that she was very pretty, and dressed in a neat and tidy manner. Impressions were definitely important to this woman. She had a watch on with a Scottish flag in the background, her country was important to her. Her family, her heritage, he wondered if she was a half-blood but he didn't want to ask in case she assumed he was a prejudice idiot. He simply wanted to ask out of genuine curiosity.

"Tell me about your experience…" Hayden begun the next interview, he only had three more to go. Each interview he asked if they'd be interested in Black-Peverell publishing firm if the possibility of being a journalist here at Peverell publishing Newspaper. It wasn't complete jump to a different career. Making it clear it was just an option for them to consider since he was looking for staff in both his companies.

He was determined to make Ignotus proud, and see the Peverell name flourish, what better than to be a household name?

It was six o'clock by the time he had the building locked up for the night.

Hayden Apparated back to Black Hall, and trudged up the stairs. He felt fuzzy, he was that exhausted he felt numb and beyond tired. He didn't even stop in to say good evening to Lord and Lady Black, if they were even there. Opening Orion's door, he blinked slowly as he moved in, watching as the signed document disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Hey," Hayden said, throwing his bag at the bottom of the bed before sitting down and then lying down with a groan. "Wake me up when they get here." He slurred out, and despite the fact he didn't feel remotely tired anymore, he was out like a light.

Orion's lips twitched, shaking his head, he picked up his Slytherin blanket and covered him. He sincerely hoped that Hayden had succeeded in someone to take the editor-in-chief position and the other journalists that would complete the company. Hayden needed to replace near enough twenty people, it wasn't going to be easy. Still, neither of them regretting Cuffe, or releasing the information the Ministry had kept quiet about the real truth regarding the end of world war two, and especially Nagasaki, although Hiroshima had come up as well, both cities devastated by a single bomb.

His aunt Cassiopeia was disappointed they hadn't kept that nice little piece of blackmail against the Ministry. Who knew when such information might come in handy, but she'd cackled nonetheless reading the article. The Ministry had taken a huge hit, nobody would trust them – or Dumbledore – quite so much in future.

Horrifyingly enough, Hayden and his aunt seemed to get on like nothing else he'd ever seen. People clammed up when his aunt was around, with a great many of them

Moving to the door, he closed it so they weren't disturbed, the silencing spell flared up. Orion sighed softly, brushing Hayden's hair back as he returned to the bed. He pondered on whether to make date night happen for after Lucretia and Ignatius left. Something short? Where they could talk, Hayden always preferred that over all else. Just spending time together, he truly was different from everyone else. Everyone else would have been demanding date nights outside, so they were seen, getting in the newspapers and just…trying to make themselves relevant. The falsity just made him shudder. Instead of all that with Walburga he had found someone worthy of his time, someone who sincerely and genuinely loved him, and whom he loved in turn.

A/N – hmm a few more chapters before we see another jump in time to their wedding, what do you think? This really is turning out to be a story just about – mostly – family huh, I never really thought I'd be able to do that to be honest always was one for drama. If this is drama is so low-key which is cool! Other than Lucretia and Ignatius is there anyone in the Black family you want to know more about? Will we see Orion becoming an uncle before a father? Or will it take Lucretia far longer to become a mother even with the means Hayden gives over? More Wizen meetings? Ooo I do need to come up with an idea of all ideas to prevent Dumbledore gaining the ICW supreme mugwump slot for sure! I don't want to use the usual things I'd love to try something new…definitely needs a lot of though *grins* I'll think of something! R&R please!