Kenneth had never thought his life would be like it was. He had imagined, as a child, that he would end up like so many on Spinner's End. Either stuck in a dead-end job that didn't pay much or participating in the Cokeworth crime world and ending up in and out of jail. Until he met and fell in love with Abigail Black, he had been on the path to joining a gang and had already done a few days in jail for petty theft. Abigail had insisted that he clean up his life and turn to honest living if he was serious about their relationship, and he had straightened up really quick. Not easily, good things did not come easily, but he had become an honest man.
Her parents, of course, had not approved of the poor Spinner's End man with a record dating their daughter and thought it was a quick fling that she would either get over, or that he would fail to turn over a new leaf and she would come to her senses. When he and Abigail married, her parents had not come. When they had Aria and had her christened, they had sat in the back of the church and did not speak to them. The best thing they had done, in the end, was insist on covering any medical bills Abigail had that NHS did not cover, as well the funeral expenses. Kenneth had ever allowed them to bury Abigail where they chose because of it.
But even after all that, they still refused to be a part of the life of their granddaughter.
Even after all that, becoming a single father to precious and precocious daughter, he had not expected magic. Abigail had always teased him that their daughter had a little bit of magic to her. If only Abigail could see Aria now, she would be so proud.
But Kenneth reminded himself as he cooked breakfast, if Abigail were still alive, he would never have met Remus and then Sirius. And wasn't that a surprise? He had always known he was attracted to men as much as women, but he had never dared admit that to anyone but Abigail. So, when Remus came into his life, he had been worried that "Remington Johnson" would run for the hills if he confessed his feelings. Then he had worried about how Remi would take Aria being a witch and when would be the best time to tell him. Which, of course, had ended with Remus being kidnapped and that was something Remus still hadn't fully explained to Kenneth.
And now there was Sirius to add into this crazy mix. When he and Remus had begun dating, Remus had said that his last relationship had ended quite badly, and when Kenneth had found out that Sirius Black the "All Saints Day Bomber" had been Remus' ex, well . . . he thought that explained everything about Remus then. It had not.
It had always been clear to Kenneth that Remus still harbored some feelings for his old partner. He would be lying if he said he had not been worried about Sirius Black being found innocent and making Remus co-guardian for his godson. He half expected Remus to write to him and say "it was nice knowing you", but Remus hadn't. He had come back.
The adjustment to having Harry in the house was a bit bumpy the first weeks of summer, but since he and Aria were best friends, it was not as bad as it would have been if they hated each other or had never met each other before. No, the biggest adjustment for Kenneth, was that Remus also wanted to take care of Sirius. Make sure he was all right. Remus was Sirius' next of kin essentially, and Kenneth had kept waiting for the shoe to drop and for Remus to move on.
Again, that did not happen.
What happened was that Kenneth met Sirius and Sirius met Kenneth and when Sirius was finally discharged from the sanitarium in Switzerland, it just made sense to move him into Spinner's End and the three of them just . . . happened.
It was definitely not something they advertised. The neighborhood knew he and Remus were in a relationship and that Sirius would eventually move out once he got his feet under him from being incarcerated for so long. Culturally, British Muggles did not have multiple partners at the same time. In the wixen world, according to Sirius and Remus, triads might be formed, but they were not prevalent as they were in other wixen cultures like the Middle East or some African tribes.
Sirius was also fixing up his townhouse in London and the three of them planned to split their time between Spinner's End and Grimmauld Place which would keep the Muggles from getting too suspicious about their relationship, and thankfully, Harry was a good excuse for why there were three adults all living together with two children.
He felt like he was in an episode of that American TV show Full House sometimes.
But life was good. It was not what he had ever imagined, and he would not trade it for anything.
Although he could do without his daughter being in danger half the time. That irked him to no end. There was practically nothing he could do! He had to rely on Severus because Muggle parents could not advocate for their children like magical parents could within the wizarding world.
Remus shuffled into the kitchen, pressing a kiss to Kenneth's cheek on his way to the coffee maker. The Daily Prophet owl pecked at the window and Remus let the creature in, taking the paper and giving the required Knut before releasing it back out.
"Oh no."
Kenneth turned from putting the sausages on a plate to find Remus staring wide-eyed at the front page of the paper.
"What?" Kenneth asked. Remus clutched the paper to his chest, wrinkling it as he stared at Kenneth.
"Nothing," he answered. Too quickly.
"Please, I'm not dumb," Kenneth said, putting the last of the sausages on a plate. "Give me the paper. What new ridiculous thing has happened that will raise my blood pressure?"
"I . . . just want your promise you won't pull Aria out of Hogwarts."
"That's not reassuring, Remus. On top of that, if I tried, Aria would make my life hell whenever she got home so as much as I want to, I'm not going to pull her out."
Remus cringed. Sirius strolled into the kitchen, hair still wet from the shower.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Something's happened and it's in the paper and Remus won't let me see it," Kenneth complained.
"I don't want his blood pressure to go up!"
Sirius rolled his eyes, taking the paper from Remus. Kenneth and he gazed at the front page, mouths open in shock.
"Is . . . this can't be true," Sirius muttered. "Is he . . . is Abraxas Malfoy becoming senile? Who . . . even if you are a blood purist bigot . . . who in their right mind . . ." he paused, staring off into the distance.
"Sometimes I wonder if he's secretly a Black," he muttered. "My mother would've done what he did."
"Pureblood they may be, but the Malfoys are not inbred," Remus reminded him. "They've managed to stave off the worse of the small pureblood population."
"That's because they've interspersed it with French blood," Sirius argued. "Every few generations they go back to the motherland and find a rich pureblood lady and bring her back over the channel."
"Enough," Kenneth ordered. "Should I be worried about this?"
Remus and Sirius looked back at the paper.
"I think you should be worried about Aria's feelings," Remus answered, "but if Rita Skeeter is actually to be believed, she seems to have taken care of Abraxas Malfoy herself. We should still check up on her though. Send a letter to both her and Severus."
"It's stuff like this that made me not want to send her back to Hogwarts," Kenneth cried. There was another peck at the window and Sirius let in another owl, one that Kenneth recognized. He was not sure if this owl was owned by Severus or the school, but it was always the one that showed up whenever Severus wrote to him about Aria.
Taking the letter and feeding the bird, Kenneth tore open the letter.
"Severus says Aria's fine given the circumstances," he finally said. Remus and Sirius relaxed. "Apparently, she had a vision when she was giving a tarot card reading before the whole Abraxas Malfoy incident, so she's just a bit exhausted."
"Poor kid," Remus muttered. "I remember the one she had last year."
"Visions?" Sirius questioned. "Does she have the gift of Sight?"
"Unclear," Remus answered. "Aria's just . . . Aria. But the vision was pretty traumatic. She had to go to the hospital wing and be given a sedative and she ended up scratching up her left arm."
"This time she didn't have to go to the hospital wing," Kenneth said, folding up the letter, already mentally writing what he needed to say to Aria. "But that she was so cold after seeing the vision, her tears froze on her cheeks and only warmed up after she drank hot chocolate. Does chocolate have some kind of healing magical properties for wixen? You guys seem to eat it a lot."
"You know I don't think that's ever been properly studied," Remus said. "It definitely works though so . . . I'm going to say yes?"
Kenneth decided that a run to Tesco for chocolate. Then he would write Aria, make sure the Franksons' letter to Harry was put in with his letter, and use the owl Sirius had gotten to send it all. He wished Aria and Harry would come home for Christmas, but with the Yule Ball, he knew there was no way they could be convinced beyond something drastic like an accident or death.
In the end, he also wrote an additional letter to Severus.
Aria awoke ready to take on the day after the disastrous one yesterday. Until, of course, she went down to breakfast and saw The Daily Prophet. Then she wanted to go back to bed and pretend the world did not exist until she graduated.
"If I didn't dislike Skeeter so much, I'd be almost impressed by her ability to eviscerate Lord Malfoy for behaving so abdominally to a child, while at the same time calling into question the morals of said child," Blaise said, sharing his copy of the paper with Theo. Aria glared at him over her cup of tea.
"I don't think it's that bad . . ." Tracey said, trying to be encouraging.
"Skeeter literally questions why anyone would want to be romantically involved with me since it appears I play with the feelings of boys by stringing Harry along!" Aria snapped. She turned her glare back to the paper where one of the smaller headlines read: TROUBLE AMONGST TEENS? That article was all about how she and Harry had clearly been together at the First Task but then Aria had decided to go with Draco to the Yule Ball before Abraxas Malfoy got in the way.
"Ew," Daphne muttered, still reading through the main article. "Even after all the insults she pays Lord Malfoy she still asks if perhaps he may have been correct in ensuring his grandson doesn't get involved with a girl who jumps through so many boys."
"I'll have my mother reach out to you," Blaise teased Aria. "She knows a thing or two about going from man to man."
"Oh yes, because Rita Skeeter wouldn't have a field day if Aria become a mentee of the Black Widow of Europe," Theo drawled. Blaise shot him a sharp look.
"There is . . . a lot to unpack there," Harry said after a minute. "But my biggest question is how did Skeeter even know about any of this? I mean she directly quotes Aria's little speech to him, which means that either someone told her word for word, or she heard it herself. And she wasn't here yesterday. Dumbledore's banned her from campus except when the school is open to other reporters."
"Who's the snitch you mean?" Daphne asked as Draco and Pansy arrived in the Great Hall. She handed the newspaper to Draco as they passed behind her on their way to their seats. Draco took one look at the newspaper and started to look green. Pansy poured him a cup of tea.
"The two of you are going to have to keep a low profile for a bit after this," Tracey said. "Until this all blows over."
"It's not going to blow over," Aria argued. "Abraxas Malfoy's going to write this down as reason number 1,200 for why he dislikes me."
"I can think of something that'll cheer you up," Daphne said. Aria followed Daphne's gaze towards a dark-feathered owl that flew down to Astoria, dropping a bright red envelope in front of her. Astoria gasped and immediately burst into tears. To Aria's astonishment, the red envelope quivered before transforming into a mouth. The stern voice of Gareth Greengrass filled the Great Hall, halting all conversation, as the lord angrily scolded his youngest, listing every rule of propriety and manners that she had broken and bemoaning how she had taken none of his previous letters to heart, and for that, she had to publicly apologize to both Draco and Aria and she would not be allowed to stay at Hogwarts over the winter holidays and that while she was home she would not be allowed to go to any parties.
By the time the red envelope shredded itself into dozens of pieces all over Astoria's porridge, Aria felt a little bad for her.
"I can't believe your dad sent Howler," Theo breathed, eyes wide. "Daphne . . . your dad sent a Howler!"
"Truthfully I didn't expect that," Daphne admitted, "though she deserved every bit of it."
"I'm so glad my dad can't send Howlers," Aria muttered.
"Don't do anything that'll give Remus or Sirius an idea to help him," Harry told her.
"Er . . . Daphne, are you going to do anything about Stori?" Millicent asked. Daphne sighed.
"I suppose," she complained. She trotted over to her still weeping sister and with gentle whispers and not so gentle nudging, guided her out of the Great Hall.
"I'm so glad I don't have any little siblings," Pansy said.
"You are the little sibling," Blaise pointed out. Aria looked at her schoolmate in surprise. Pansy had older siblings? Since when?
"Don't look at me like that," Pansy ordered her. "You never asked about my family."
"Half the time you didn't want to talk to me," Aria pointed out. "We barely make it without arguing as it is."
"Lady Parkinson is Lord Parkinson's second wife," Blaise explained to Aria and Harry. "Patrick and Prentiss are in their twenties and spend their time either on the continent or in North America."
There was no time to ask further questions. Someone noted the time and the students hurried to finish their breakfasts before hurrying off to class.
Professor Moody had a guest when the Gryffindors and Slytherins arrived for their Defense class. Aria took her customary seat next to Hermione while Harry and Ron sat behind them. The guest was dressed in the usual crimson robes of the aurors. He was tall and thin with shoulder length tawny hair that was beginning to thin. His mouth was turned down into a frown as he surveyed the students.
"Quite a class you've got here, Moody," the man said. Moody's magical eye rolled in clear exasperation.
"Students," Moody greeted, "we are going a bit off book today so keep your desks clear of everything but your wands. After some discussion with Headmaster Dumbledore yesterday, I received permission from both he and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to perform a practical demonstration for fourth years and up on the Unforgivables."
"We don't talk about those until NEWTs!" Hermione cried.
"Indeed, Miss Granger, however, with Miss Bourne's ability to See, I thought it prudent that this lesson be brought down a few years. We won't go in depth with these, again, they are NEWT level material; but I don't think it wise to leave you in the dark about what one of your classmates is Seeing, especially when it produces the physical response we all saw yesterday."
Aria felt her face heat up as everyone glanced at her. The mystery man's sharp yellow eyes stared at her, and she felt like she was a prey animal being stared at by a predator.
"The Unforgivable Curses are curses that will land you immediately a ministry jail cell," Moody continued, "and when put on trial and found guilty of use, is a one-way sentence to Azkaban for life. There are, however, exceptions to the use of the Unforgiveables. They were, after not, not always considered "unforgiveable". During the last war, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named used these curses indiscriminately, as did his followers. He used these curses to torture, kill, and persuade people to work for him."
An obvious tension arose in the class. Aria could not help but look around at her classmates. Several of her Slytherin classmates had gone stone-faced. Neville had gone pasty white. Ron, Lavender, and Parvati looked uncomfortable.
"During the war the aurors were eventually given blanket permission, however controversial, to also use the Unforgiveables as a means of subduing Death Eaters," Moody continued. "Until that point, aurors had to be given a special license signed off by the Head of the DMLE, the Minister of Magic, and the Head Unspeakable. Since the end of the war, aurors have returned to needing the special license. I was one of four who had this license. Since retiring I have, obviously, lost the license. But for today, I have been granted permission from both Madam Bones, Minister Fudge, and Lord Greengrass, the Head Unspeakable and Head of the Department of Mysteries. Madam Bones requested that another auror be present to witness and help with the demonstrations, so Auror Rufus Scrimgeour has come. He is one of the three remaining aurors to have the special license."
Auror Scrimgeour nodded without a word.
"The wards of Hogwarts are also raised in such a way that the use of the Unforgiveable within the grounds of the school alerts the headmaster," Moody continued. "Dumbledore sat in on the NEWT levels earlier today. Now, before I demonstrate, I want to be clear. This particular group of students has family histories with the Unforgiveables. If at any time you wish you leave the room, you may do so. Understood? There's no shame in not being able to sit through a demonstration such as this."
No one moved. Moody nodded, eye whirling about. Scrimgeour stepped forward.
"The first of the Unforgiveable Curses is the Imperious Curse," Moody told them. "It's incantation is the word 'Imperio' and it steals the will of the victim. The caster can then force the victim to do whatever he or she desires. Many Death Eaters escaped prosecution by claiming that they were put under the Imperious Curse."
"Were they?" Dean asked.
"Some were," Moody answered. "Some weren't. When the caster of the Imperious Curse dies, their victims are automatically freed from the curse, so the telltale signs of the curse are no longer there for people to see. I will be demonstrating this curse on Auror Scrimgeour, with his permission. The other two I will use a spider. Auror Scrimgeour, if you please?"
The man stepped forward and Moody took a deep breath before pointing his wand at the man.
"Imperio."
Aria shivered as the dark magic oozed through the room, settling over the auror. For a few seconds she noted a dark aura settle over the man before she blinked, and it was gone. In its place was a man with a terribly vacant expression on his face, eyes glazed over as if he were nearly blind.
"Note the vacant expression," Moody said to the students. "Many people who are experiencing shock will have a similar expression. The difference is that this vacant expression is devoid of all emotion. And his eyes have a film like he is going blind. Now, I could make Scrimgeour do whatever I wanted and he would be unable to stop himself. For the most part. Scrimgeour, like many aurors, are taught in a controlled environment how to throw off an Imperious."
A few seconds later Scrimgeour's entire body jerked, and his eyes cleared. He stumbled back, chest heaving. For nearly a minute the man stared at the ground before straightening and nodding at Moody.
"That was Auror Scrimgeour throwing off the curse," Moody told everyone. "Otherwise, I would have had to end the curse with a simple Finite. If you come across someone under the Imperius, you should knock them out. A particular strong stupefy can cancel a weakly cast Imperius. Stronger ones . . . not so much."
Scrimgeour poured himself some water from a pitcher Moody kept in the classroom. As he drank, Moody levitated a spider out of a jar onto his desk. Ron whimpered seeing the size of the spider. Aria felt for him. It was a particularly large spider.
"The next Unforgiveable is the Cruciatus Curse," Moody said. "It's known as the Torture Curse. It creates unbearable agony in its victims. The incantation for this one is 'crucio'."
The gasp escaped Aria before she could stop it. Moody glanced at her.
"Professor Quirrell . . . he cast that on me first year," she rushed to say. Scrimgeour whirled about, beady yellow eyes wide with shock.
"He's dead now," Harry assured the two men.
"Do you need to step out, Miss Bourne?" Moody asked. Aria thought about it. Was she ready to see this cast on another creature? She could recall the knife life stabs of pain that had wracked her body even long after the curse had stopped. Professor Snape had had to give her a special potion for it.
"I don't think so," Aria finally said. Hermione squeezed her hand. Moody nodded and pointed his wand at the spider.
"Crucio!"
Aria had no idea that spiders could screech. Her grip on Hermione's hand tightened until her friends' bones creaked under the pressure.
The demonstration lasted for all of five seconds. They were some of the longest seconds in Aria's life. The poor spider twitched weakly after Moody stopped the curse.
"Many people lived with the aftereffects of the Cruciatus for years," Moody said. "Until Professor Snape invented a potion that heals the effects of the Cruciatus. The curse attacks a person's nerves. A little exposure to the curse may need only one dose of the potion, but others have needed to be on the potion for several weeks or months. Before your potions professor created the potion, people would just have to using pain potions, many people becoming addicted to the high dosages. Others were permanently crippled by the Cruciatus, still many simply died from prolonged exposure. The worse cases, of course, were the few that survived but were driven to insanity."
Moody looked at the spider, still twitching on his desk.
"The third Unforgivable is the Killing Curse. Unlike the first two, there is no known protection against it. I have seen it tear through the strongest shields. Everyone hit by this curse instantly dies. The only good thing about the curse, is that we are fairly certain that the death is painless." He looked back over the students.
"There is, of course, one exception," he said. "Only one person is known to have survived the Killing Curse."
Aria and the rest of her classmates turned as one to stare at Harry who immediately turned bright pink and flattened his fringe over his scar.
"There are many theories about how Mr. Potter survived," Moody said. "But if one person were to find a way to protect her child from You-Know-Who's favorite curse, it would have been Lily Potter." He pointed his wand at the spider.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Green light shot from Moody's wand and hit the spider.
Aria was out in the corridor vomiting all over the floor before she registered, she had moved. She could feel the phantom cold return, even though this time it was all in her head. Her tears did not freeze on her cheeks. Her shivering was not because her blood was frozen.
That was how Cedric Diggory was to die. The Killing Curse. All because he was not supposed to be where he was. He would be in the wrong place at the wrong time because someone wanted Harry, and Cedric would get in the way, and he would be killed because of it.
"Aria?"
Draco came out of the DADA classroom with a glass of water.
"Professor Moody sent me to check on you?"
"Professor Moody sent you to check on me?" Aria repeated, taking the water. Draco banished the vomit from the floor.
"Yeah. Scrimgeour looked like he was sucking on a lemon when Moody chose me. I think he likes the fact that a little romance between us makes my grandfather angry."
Aria giggled.
"Maybe now that he's retired he'll take up matchmaking," she teased. Draco laughed as well, pushing her hair out of her face.
"You going to be all right?" he asked.
"Yeah. Just . . . overwhelmed. A lot has happened in the last twenty-four hours. I never got to ask yesterday, but are you all right? Your grandfather didn't . . . do anything to you?"
"Grandfather has a lot of audacity," Draco replied, "but even he wouldn't try to physically harm a student while on Hogwarts grounds. That's just asking for a duel with Dumbledore, and no one wants that. Though I think he came really close after you talked back to him."
Aria finished the water and the two made their back to class. Professor Moody had supplied everyone with hot chocolate and Aria slid into her seat and sipped at her cup.
"Does chocolate have magical properties for wixen?" she heard Dean ask. "I mean, it seems to be the solution to a lot of things."
"Antidotally, it does," Moody replied. "It's never been fully studied though, except when it comes to Dementors." He leveled Aria with a concerned look. "Are you feeling better, Miss Bourne?"
"Yes, thanks." Aria licked the whipped cream mustache from her face. "The hot chocolate is doing wonders."
Lunch time brought a bevy of mail for Aria. She immediately sorted the mail into piles of KNOWN and UNKNOWN so that she could get someone to check the unknown for malcontent jinxes and whatnot. She had not had an issue since the boils incident her second year, but with everything happening this year, she was not taking any chances.
"Oh, I recognize the handwriting on this one," Harry said, reaching across to the UNKNOWN pile and plucking the top letter off. "That's Mrs. Weasley's handwriting."
How nice, Aria thought, setting the letter to the side before opening her dad's letter. She had only limited interaction with Ron's mother, but everyone had good things to say about her, and she did get a knitted sweater from her every Christmas which was nice.
Kenneth's letter was full of concern and worry and reminders to not go off on her own if she could help it and to go with Professor Snape if there was any trouble. She slipped Harry his letter from the Franksons, and he eagerly tore into it. Aria put her dad's letter into her bag for safe keeping before choosing to open Mrs. Weasley's letter before Percy's (as Percy's was probably a combined letter between him, Prudence, Tracey, Penelope, and Oliver).
Within a minute, she wished she had opened Percy's letter.
"What's the matter?" Tracey asked.
"I . . . don't understand this letter," Aria admitted, holding it out for her friend to read. "It's from Mrs. Weasley and very angry it seems at how I've played wit 'poor Harry's' heart and 'what did I expect from getting involved with the Malfoys'?"
"She did not!" Harry cried even as Daphne and Theo leaned over Tracey to read the letter. "I can't believe she would do something like that!"
"I've only met her in passing," Aria said. "But I guess I would've thought she would have had higher regard for Ron and Ginny's friends."
"What did Mum do now?" Ginny asked, sliding over from where she had been eating with Luna. Tracey passed the letter over to Ginny who read it through before sighing.
"I'm really sorry she's done that," Ginny said. "She can get really protective of people she cares about and she's kinda've adopted Harry as another kid."
"She's still being very rude," Theo said. "I'd understand this letter if it were Harry she was writing to, but she doesn't seem to have the same relationship with Aria. Isn't your mum a Prewett? She should know when and why to send letters."
"She's taken a more 'enlightened' path over the years," Ginny replied. "It's never really been a problem since we're not in circles that care about those sorts of things. Though I will agree with you that this is pretty rude regardless."
"You should write to Lord Black," Daphne told Aria.
"Why?"
"Because this sort of letter should've come from Harry's guardian," Daphne explained. "It's the kind of letter that, if you were playing around with Harry's heart, Lord Black would need to write in order to make sure that Harry was protected. I also assume that you're better acquainted with Lord Black than Mrs. Weasley based on the fact that you spent the World Cup with him and Professor Lupin. You don't know Mrs. Weasley. You know of her. You wouldn't write a letter like this to just anyone would you?"
"Well . . . no. But I don't see why I need to get Sirius involved."
"Then Harry should write to him and complain if you don't want to do it," Tracey said. "Aria, if you and Draco are serious beyond just wanting to go to a Yule Ball, you're going to need the protection of someone if only to keep Lord Malfoy away from you once you're out of Hogwarts. Lord Black is your best bet. Not only is he the guardian of your best friend, practically brother, but he's also one of the few with more political power than the Malfoys."
"You're also going to have to start learning the ways of society," Blaise said. "It's a hell of a lot different out there than it is here at Hogwarts."
Aria sighed. She didn't want to get Mrs. Weasley in trouble, but it would be nice if she didn't have to handle something like this on her own. She could just ignore it, but would Mrs. Weasley send her another letter?
Setting aside the letter she opened Percy's. As she predicted, there were multiple letters together. Every single one of them, including Percy's, asked after her wellbeing. Not a single one accused her of playing with people's hearts or blamed the whole situation on getting involved with a Malfoy. Percy did admonish her for making the date public but conceded that she and Draco were only fourteen and that he did understand wanting everyone to know and not have to hide a relationship. She remembered that he and Oliver had kept their relationship a secret for nearly four years before he kissed the Quidditch player after Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup.
Prudence offered to send Lord Malfoy a hex in the mail if Aria wanted to, and that she might even if Aria didn't want her too.
Oliver said that if she wanted to stick it to the Malfoys, he would have a talk with the Puddlemere manager and get her top box tickets to Puddlemere home games during the summer months. That was something she seriously thought of doing. Free professional quidditch game tickets? With good seats? Absolutely!