Le Frère de Sang

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GENERAL DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the characters used.

NOTES ON THE CHAPTER - In this chapter Harry has a little trouble with jet lag. There will also be hints of intimacy between Micah and Asher though it won’t be graphic.

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I frowned. What the hell was waking me up? I was so tired, it felt like I’d only just fallen asleep. I rubbed my face trying to open my eyes. There was a high pitched wailing I could hear but I didn’t know where it came from. It wounded familiar. God I felt sick just trying to wake up. I rolled over slightly trying to get comfortable. Did I really have to wake up? Why wasn’t someone doing something about that aweful wailing?! What the hell was it?!

I pushed my eyes open, the weight of my eyelids making the task more difficult by half. There was sleep in my eyes, my vision was blurred and as the light got into my eyes tears burst from my tear ducts making my eyes sting some more.

“Wha…oh shit.” I groaned. I knew what the wailing was, I knew why it was going off and I knew where it was coming from. I’d set my alarm the night before so that I would get up in time for school. I’d purposefully put my alarm on the far side of the room so I’d be forced to get up to deal with it…well that wasn’t strictly true, I could use my magic. I considered summoning my magic to me so I could blast the damned thing. Even thinking about it was hard work and gave me a headache. I couldn’t blast the alarm, because then I’d have nothing to wake me up. Nothing to wake me up…that sounded like such a nice idea. I could even go back to sleep.

No…no I couldn’t. Richard knew to expect me in school today, I’d have to get up.

“Bloody fucking hell! That is so not freaking fair!” I pushed my body upright in bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The sun’s rays were streaming through the window and the ceilling above me sent more bright light down onto me. Why the hell did the day have to be so bright and cheerful when I was so bloody miserable?!

“There‘s even birds in the shitting trees! Christ almighty.” I pushed myself out of bed glaring at the charmed walls that showed a forrest. There were animals about, squirrells and birds and from their movements I could tell they were very happy to be out and about.

I stomped across the room, my muscles aching with tiredness from just that simple motion. I made it to the alarm and hit the ‘off’ button. My ears were immediately relieved and the urge to sink to the floor and continue sleeping was almost too much. I forced myself to move and dragging my feet I made it into the bathroom. More freaking happy animals! Why the hell did I decorate like this?! Oh yeah…for my lovers. Only Asher had seen my rooms so far, Micah had been really busy with work and the pard and…and Anita. In fact, as far as I could tell he was sleeping in her bed this morning. I checked out te link in our heads and found him still sleeping though I didn’t enter his dreams. Just from suddenly being aware of his sleeping body nearly sent me into a doze but it was feeling the death hanging around him that added to my nausea of just being awake.

Don’t you just hate jet lag?! It took a few days to kick in, like I was fine when I moved into the house but then I had the weekend to relax and the jet lag kicked in completely. Missouri is, what, about 5hours or six hours behind England? And sure, yes that means that while I think it is noon in Missouri it’s actually half six my body is still telling me it needs sleep. I’ve completely cocked up my sleeping patterns. I left for England randomly, only just adjusted to the different times then I travelled back and spent nights awake to be with Asher. Now I’m pretty much nocturnal.

I washed my body and then my hair, it sticking down my back and clinging to my nipple. I hadn’t thought it had gotten this long…how did I not notice my hair grow so long? Well, I suppose a lot has happened recently. Maybe I should look into having it cut? Nah, not unless Asher and Micah don’t‘ mind. I grabbed the conditioner and grabbed all my hair into a pony tail to just condition those bits. Then I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I looked at the walls and noticed plenty of animals still…perhaps animals were a bad thing to have on walls where you can see them about. I know they can’t see you, and that they aren’t real, but being naked in front of eyes that don’t belong to my lovers feels wrong. Perhaps I’m being silly…I know I’m tired enough to make little sense.

I dried off and found some clothes, soft clothes and very comfortable ones. I found some cotton grey trousers and a green long sleeved top that I pulled over my head. I brushed my hair, casting a spell to dry it out then wandered back into the bathroom to clean my teeth.

Eventually I made it to the kitchen and made myself some toast. I didn’t put anything on it, just ate it dry hoping it would help settle my stomach. I grabbed some fresh juice and gulped it down with the toast to get rid of the taste. I grabbed my school bag and checked all my books and homework was in there. I needed to get to school early in order to hand in the assignments that were due when I was away. I slipped on my shoes, summoned my keys and left the house.

I’d decided to walk to school, thinking last night that the walk would be nicer than apparating and taking the bus. It was nice to walk, the views were nice, but it was taxing and my body already ached so much. The urge to turn around was so overwhelming.

First class went by, then second then the third class was P.E. Coupled with walking in to school, getting up when jet lagged, and trying to get my brain to work the P.E. lesson was absolute hell. I’m not good at basket ball anyway, I was never a brilliant chaser because I lacked the body mass and the arm muscle. The only thing going for me was my speed and agility though today my tiredness dragged me down. Why is it in school the only sports they do are baseball, which in and of itself is one of the most boring games I have ever played, and basket ball?! They are awful sports! I liked my primary school sports from way back when I went to muggle school in Surrey. Hockey was fun, racing was fun, gym was fun, football wasn’t so much fun and neither was dance but at least it was varied.

Anyway, I ached all through the lesson and by the end of it my muscles were in so much discomfort I had to hang out in the toilets incase I’d be sick. All of lunch time I spent in the toilet cubicle sat on the magically cleaned floor and leaning against the magically cleaned cubicle wall ready to just throw myself forwards and puke. The bell went for afternnoon lessons and I trudged my way to my last class of the day, a double science lesson that would last until home time thank the lord!

I found my seat, answered my name and started doing the practical with my partner. Incidentally my partner for the term was my ex-boyfriend Tyler Robertson. He asked how I was doing, as per usual, and enquired why I skipped out on school for a week. I told him I ran back to England to be with family after a massive fall out with my lovers and informed him that the only reason I was now at school was because my lovers chased me to England and asked that I return. He asked about the situation with my lovers and I told him we had a strong relationship that, despite it’s oddness, was going to last a while. He wasn’t comfortable with a threesome, he told me, and I purposefully let slip that when dating supernatural beings you have to assume things aren’t going to be normal and that not normal was fantastic. He shut up after that.

By the end of the practical my head was spinning. Two rows in front one of the students had managed to cause a mini explosion that had left a rank smell in the air and I now felt more nauteous than before. Then, a row behind and to the left of the room there was a pair who had experimented with some sort of powder from their pockets by throwing it into the flames of the Bunsen burner. Twats.

“Right, I expect a formal write up of the experiments on my desk by next lesson and you have the rest of the lesson to get started.” The teacher announced. I closed my eyes thanking what ever deity there was in the universe for giving me this bit of help. I pulled out my notepad and scribbled some notes on what I’d write in each section of the report with the section title there as well. Merlin, if it wasn’t for that spell Blaise taught me I wouldn’t have even learned the difference between a conclusion and an evaluation. We never had to write things up like this in Potions, we just had to say what went wrong and why. Muggles!

I scribbled out the write up of the experiment quickly. It would be my formal copy no matter what my handwriting was like. I even used my biro because it made writing quicker than with my fountain pen because a fountain pen inspires neatness and a biro makes me scribble because biro pens are crap! There, a bit of Harry Potter knowledge for you. I miss quills sometimes, though not today when I just wanted to get the bloody report done! Merlin, my head is killing me. My eyes feel bruised with tiredness. My muscles tingle and almost refuse to do as I want them to.

Yes! Finished. I tore off the papers from my notepad and wrote my name on the top of all of them. Then I put my arms on the desk and rested my head on them. Sleep…that’s what I needed but until I got home I’d just rest my eyes.

Oh the black of the behinds of my eyelids was so much relief. The light obviously having strained my eyes. The blackness was a welcome relief. The only problem is that with the lack of one sense all my other senses kicked in. My ears were telling me the people in the classroom were making too much noise and that despite the girl’s arguing that the head jocky Austin Simms was a sex god he was a devout Christian and wore a ring of chastity so no matter what they heard they were wrong because Austin refused to have sex. My nose told me the desk smelt really, really bad, as did Tyler and the explosion that’s fumes still lingered. My sense of taste was telling my I hadn’t eaten in too long and that being nearly parched made my breath rather nasty. ~My sense of touch informed my that my body hurt, my head hurt and my stomach was protesting to having no food left in it, it was also telling my it was beyond tired and that I shouldn’t be upright.

“Having a bad day?” Oh he was so lucky I felt him opening his end of the connection.

“Merlin, yes! Staying up all night with to see you hasn‘t helped me get used to the time change. When can I see you and Micah again? I wait up to see if you will turn up but neither of you have these past few nights.” Oh! There he was, I could see him. I moved over to Asher and looked for his permission to sit in his lap as he was sat on the armchair. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me.

“Ah, we have been rather busy since coming back. It was not a planned visit to England and we‘ve had to tidy up and sort out what happened in our absence.”

“Ah. Will it take long to finish?”

“I believe we are nearly done, expect to see us soon but do not wait up for us. If you are asleep when we arrive we shall wake you so you know we are there.”

“Sounds good. I‘ve missed you both you know.” Asher drew me down for a light kiss sliding his hand through my hair.

“We have missed you too.”

“Hey…” I pulled back and frowned at him. Wait a minute… “Aren‘t you meant to be sleeping for the day? Why are you talking to me if you are meant to be sleeping?”

“Ah, perhaps what the question should be, mon petit magicien, is what are you doing sleeping when you are meant to be at school?”

“But I am at school…oh! Oh no! Oh shit! Shit shit shit! Oh god…” I jumped back from Asher and put distance between us quickly. I was asleep! In my science class! I WAS SLEEPING IN MY SCIENCE CLASS! “Oh god, I‘m gonna be in so much trouble!”

“Mr Black! Wake up this instant!” I felt the dream slip away, my horror becoming more and more vivid as the dream became less. I opened my eyes and groaned. Richard was stood there with Mr Laundis though the class had filed out of the room.

“Uh oh…”

“Quite.” Mr Laundis said, pursing his lips.

“I don‘t think ‘uh oh’ is gonna cover it.” Richard said and I could see his jaw clench slightly. I pushed myself to sit up straight and rubbed my eyes. I was more tired now than I was before having my sleep. I yawned and rubbed my face.

“I think you owe me an apology.”

“What for?” I looked at Mr Laundis in shock. Mr Laundis narrowed his eyes but Richard growled out a reply first.

“For falling asleep in his class!”

“I…I didn‘t mean to. I‘m just so bloody tired. I finished the work and just put my head down to rest my eyes and get rid of my head ache. Next thing I knew I was talking…dreaming then I saw you two in front of me. I didn‘t mean to fall asleep. I swear jet lag was never this bad before.”

“Be that as it may it shall not happen again.”

“No it shan’t.” I agreed with Mr Laundis because it was all I could do. I looked down at the desk, scratching the surface lightly with my fingernail.

“Well Mr Black. Normally for this kind of situation I would assign you a detention however Mr Zeeman has assured me he shall be talking to your guardian and that a suitable punishment shall be sorted out for you.” I cringed. Richard was going to talk to Jean-Claude about this?

“I think I‘d prefer detention.” I muttered, being as quiet as I could though I knew Richard heard me because he smirked evilly. I stood up and slid all my things into my bag except my class work. “I finished the assignment. I‘m sorry again for falling asleep in class.”

“Hm. This handwritting is not up to your usual standard, Mr Black.”

“Yes well…like I said I‘m tired.”

“May I ask what happened to get you so tired?” MrbLaundis enquired, slipping my assignment into his bag.

“I uh…” I winced. “Something I wasn‘t equipt to handle terrified me to running back to England so my internal clock is screwed at the moment. I tried readjusting to this time again but I obviously haven‘t managed it and I‘ve practically become nocturnal.”

“I see. Well, no more escapades to England and this episode today won‘t need to be repeated now will it.”

“No sir.” I cringed again.

“Very well. I shall see you next lesson then Mr Black. Mr Zeeman.” I saw Mr Laundis nod to Richard then leave the room. I risked a glance to the Ulfric and he glared at me.

“Jean-Claude has been informed of what has happened and you will be going with me to wait for him to wake up so he can talk to you.” I cringed again but followed him.

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I stared in tired annoyance around the club. I had a bucket of water at me feet, two different types of mop and several clothes. This was my punishment. I’d seen Jean-Claude last night with Richard and after giving me a lecture on how it is inappropriate for me to sleep when I should study I had been informed that as a punishment I would have to clean the club every day for a week before the club opened. It wasn’t such a bad job really, I’d cleaned worse. It would be easy to do in fact but I hadn’t slept well again last night.

In fact, I’d not slept much at all and had instead ended up apparating to the airport to ask the goblin desk where I could buy ingredients for a dreamless sleep potion. I’d got directions, found the night market and bought everything I needed then I’d made the potion. It was easy enough, I’d made it before with Blaise when he was trying to help me pass potion class. I made the potion but by the time I had finished it was gone two in the morning and despite my exhaustion I couldn’t get to sleep still and the dreamless sleep potion knocks you out for two solid hours. I could have taken it if I’d wanted more punishment.

“Bloody hell, lets just finish this quickly yeah?” I asked an empty club. I looked down at the bucket and then the mops. I couldn’t do the floor until I’d cleaned all of the other surfaces. I summoned my magic and directed it to the different cloths. I sent some to clean the bar, some to clean seats and I set about cleaning the tables. When that was done, an hour later, I sent my magic alone into the toilets to clean them while I got a big brush and swept the crap up from the floor. Eventually I finished that and slumped into a booth. I was so tired.

“Wingardium Leviosa.” IO levitated all the crap I’d swept up into the bin behind the bar then ordered the mops to clean the room. They wizzed around the place quickly and just as they finished the doors slammed open and Jean-Claude glided in. He looked around the room then his eyes landed on the self cleaning mops then I saw him look over to me.

“And how exactly is this doing your tasks?” God, his voice was like daggers on my skin.

“What?”

“The point of punishment is to make you regret the choices you‘ve made and since you have now cheated at your punishment I shall have to find something worse for you to do.” What the hell?!

“What the hell do you mean?!”

“When I sent you to clean the club as a punishment I did not mean use your witchery to clean it!” How dare he?! First he punishes me for having jet lag and now he’s lecturing me for doing what he dished out as punishment? How dare he do that! It wasn’t right in the first place to give me punishment for jet lag, it’s not like I can help it much that I’m so tired. I tried to sleep I really did! It’s not my fault I couldn’t.

“Well how the hell else did you think I was going to clean the whole damned club huh?! And you didn‘t tell me not to use magic to help me! It‘s not like I just sat on my arse and used my magic, I did do cleaning to I just had magic help me a lot.”

“It is not punishment if you have help. I shall give you another punishment tomorrow, I will also extend it to two weeks for your cheating!” He argued and again his voice was sharp against me, an invisible wind seeming to wrap around me and suffocate me.

“Magic isn‘t help! Magic is me, I am magic therefore I was doing the cleaning!” Jean-Claude opened his mouth again but I sent a blast of my magic and blew up the mops and the bucket sending dirty water flooding across the floor. “You know what Jean-Claude, fuck you! I didn‘t deserve to be punished anyway! What the hell kind of guardian punishes someone for having jet lag anyway?! It‘s not like I meant to fall asleep, it was an accident! I apologised to the teacher too. Falling asleep didn‘t effect my studies, I‘d already completed the assignment for fucks sake! I’m tired. I haven’t slept since I fell asleep in class. I’m really, really tired and now I’m pissed off!

“I accepted that you could punish me and I‘ve done the punishment and now you‘re mad. You surely can‘t be so stupid to think I wouldn‘t use my magic to help me! Now I‘m leaving and if you think you‘re going to stop me you have another thing coming!” I sent another blast of magic that sent all the chairs over on their sides before I disappeared.

I apparated straight into my living room and fell to the floor with a loud scream.

“ARGH! THE BASTARD! How DARE he?! HOW DARE HE! The arrogant, self important, ignorant, cold hearted bloodless excuse for a vampire! How dare he punish me AGAIN!” I threw my magic everywhere. Crash after crash was heard. Things broke, snapped, fell of the wall, smashed. The television blew up, the cd player spat angry sparks when my magic hit it. The pictures fell from the walls. The stuffing from the sofas flew into the air and covered the room and me in fluff. The sofa springs sprang up, twanging as if they were annoyed. The door to the room fell of its hinges, splintering into pieces when my magic hit it again sending it wholloping into the wall. The carpet shredded itself, the rug tore, the lamps smashed and the coffee table broke in two then into four then into sixteen. The only things that didn’t get the living crap beaten out of them by my magic was the flowers in the flowerpot and the two figures who were standing in the doorway staring with horrified awe.

“Oh god.” I moaned when I saw them. I was already on my knees but I sank into the floor further and bowed over so my forehead was touching the ruined carpet.

“Wow…you really did a number on this place huh.” I groaned again at Micah’s words. A hand touched my shoulder then rubbed all the way down my spine and back up. “You okay?”

“I blew up the house…” I moaned to him and he laughed. Another hand, a cold hand, ran over my skull.

“Yeah you did, and let me tell you I‘ve probably never been more aroused without having anyone touch me before.” I lifted my head and looked down at Micah’s lap. He was telling the truth, his trousers had a huge tent in them. I looked up at his eyes, he was smiling.

“Huh…I didn‘t know you were here or I wouldn‘t have…”

“Don‘t continue that Harry, I liked watching. Now I know never to get you mad.” I felt my lip tremble and tears spill into my eyes. I bit my lip and rubbed my eyes. I’m so tired.

“Mon petit, would you tell us what has you so upset?”

“I…” I started then paused. I looked down at the carpet trying to steady my voice. “It was Jean-Claude. He made me so angry…and I‘m so tired. I‘ve not slept since yesterday but I made it through school and I went to the club to clean it up but he came bursting in and told me I shouldn‘t have used magic and that he was giving me another punishment and extending it and I lost my temper and…and he‘s such a bastard! I don‘t even need a guardian! I‘m old enough to make my own decisions. Who the hell does he think he is anyway? I don‘t know why I even went to the club this afternoon, it‘s not like he could have made me go if I didn‘t want to. And how exactly is he going to stop me from using my magic, he can‘t! He doesn‘t have the power to stop me using my magic so what the hell did he thi-mph!”

Lips were smothering mine and a hand was clamped around me neck holding me to the kiss. My eyes were wide and I saw it was Micah who was pressing against me. He pushed me back so I fell onto my back against the torn carpet. I tried to push him off, needing to breath but he was unmoving. I hit his back a few times, again he ignored me. I couldn’t speak because his lips consumed any sound I made. Eventually I just lay there and carefully kissed him back.

“Ah…sorry.” He apologised, red faced, as he pulled back. I stared at him. He coloured further and Asher gave a laugh from beside me. “It‘s just…well you were ranting and your magic went all crazy and you know how it makes me when I feel it…I just had to kiss you.”

“I…It‘s okay, I didn‘t mind.”

“Neither did I, it was quite arousing.” Asher admitted and Micah nodded slightly with an embarrassed grin. I pulled my magic back into my, reigning it in as I soothed my anger and hurt. I yawned.

“I didn‘t mean to snap like that…I‘m tired and angry and…and…” I didn’t know how to continue really. I pushed myself up so I was sat on the floor and I looked between Asher and Micah. “I‘ve missed you.”

“I‘ve missed you too Harry.”

“I‘ve missed both of you though I managed to talk to Asher yesterday when I fell asleep in class.” Micah nodded with another grin.

“I heard about that. So…still jet lagged?”

“Yeah, really badly. I didn‘t even sleep last night. I was exhausted but I wasn‘t falling asleep. I gave up in the end and made a potion that forces me to sleep for a whole ten hours.”

“Hm. Then you should sleep now. Come on, lets get you to bed.” Micah helped me to my feet and he and Asher began guiding me up the stairs to bed.

“Nooooo.” I whined. “I don‘t wanna sleep. I haven‘t seen you, I don‘t want to sleep now you‘re here.” I was kissed gently on the temple by Asher as Micah closed the door behind us.

“Come, we shall be here with you tomorrow evening too.”

“No…I‘ve missed you being here, I‘ve missed your voices, your touches and your love. Please…I don‘t want-mmm.” Micah kissed my neck pressing his tongue against my skin.

“I think your body is too tired to even get aroused now.”

“Not if Asher bites me.” I tried to argue only to have them laugh and shake their heads.

“Non. You need your rest, you should not exert yourself more. Look, you are still soft even with me petting you.” I looked down…I was still soft the was right but…but I hadn’t realised he was touching me. I frowned slightly at him and told him I hadn’t realised he was touching me. He laughed. “Then now is definitely not the time for us to start something.”

“But Micah is aroused and you are aroused and…and I‘ve missed you both so much!”

“We will touch you Harry, just not have sex today. As for Asher and my arousals…well, Asher and I can satisfy ourselves or each other.” Micah paused and Asher nodded. Then Micah looked at me with a cheeky grin. He leaned forwards and kissed the shell of my ear before talking again. “You are welcome to watch.”

“Oooh…” I breathed closing my eyes and nodding. How was I not aroused from all of this? My brain registered that it was pleasurable but my body wasn’t. Asher laughed and then hands were tugging my clothes.

“Lets get you ready for bed. Where‘s the potion because I want you to take it once we are finished?”

“It‘s in the kitchen…oh I hope I didn‘t smash it!”

“Micah, would you please go and fetch it?”

“Sure.” Micah gave me a kiss then left the room. Asher threw my shirt to the floor then undid my trousers. I kicked off my shoes and he slid my trousers and underwear off of me. I flushed in embarrassment. Asher gave me a smile and then pressed his lips to mine. He was so gently, lips moving softly and he didn’t deepen it either just kept it slow and loving. I heard the door shut and a laugh.

“I‘m hurt, you got rid of me so you two could snog!” Our kiss broke and I turned to look at him shaking my head. Asher wrapped his arm around me.

“Nothing like that mon chat, I was trying to distract our Harry from his embarrassment over being naked.” I flushed again. Micah smiled and his eyes raked down my body as he sauntered up to me. He ran a hand over my chest then down to my still soft cock before running it back up my chest, behind me neck and pulling me top him for a kiss.

“He is truly a work of art…though a very tired one.” Micah commented as he pulled back a smirk firmly in place. He pressed my potion bottle into my hand. Asher released me and gave me a gentle push towards the bed. I stumbled then righted myself. I climbed onto the bed, finding my bedclothes beneath my pillow. I sat on the bed and pulled on my clothes. The stars were above me, sparkling happily though there was no moon in the sky. The forest was dark but I could see the trees sway as if it was windy outside. Speaking of the forrest…

“Micah…do you like the room?” I looked up at him. What if he didn’t like it? He smiled and climbed onto the bed so he could press his lips to mine.

“I love the room. It is absolutely stunning.” I hummed and my body relaxed against the pillows. I could have moaned out in satisfaction of the softness that I was laid on. The bed was so comfortable but even as I closed my eyes I couldn’t beckon sleep that was still, despite my exhausted state, eluding me. I opened my eyes again and I saw Asher and Micah engaged in a fierce kiss. I looked down, I was still soft…I looked up and they were still at it. What was the fun in watching them if I couldn’t enjoy it? I looked at the potions bottle in my hand and popped the cork.

“Harry?” Micah and Asher were staring at me. I put the cork back and put the bottle on the cabinet. Asher’s eyes darted to it and he released Micah immediately. “Harry, take your potion.”

“No…I want to watch.”

“You would not enjoy it, you are too tired. You can enjoy us when you are rested, I shall stay the night as shall Micah.” Asher glanced back at Micah who immediately nodded his head quickly.

“Oh yeah, I‘m staying tonight and tomorrow night then you can have me for the weekend too.” I smiled at him, he was staying - they were staying. I picked up the bottle then hesitated. I pulled my wand out of the drawer and pointed it at the window. I whispered a spell to block out any and all light so that Asher wouldn’t be hurt by the sun then slid my wand back away. When I looked back at Micah he had a hand in his trousers and was stroking himself. Asher was looking rather lustful as well. I swallowed, my throat dry, but even as erotic as seeing Micah masterbate was I was not growing hard. I sighed, uncorked the bottle and threw its content into my mouth. The potion tasted nasty but it worked.

“Uh…” I groaned. My body went limp immediately and my eyes shut. I felt my head hit the pillow then black.

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NOTES: Chapter 29 is completed! Chapters 30 and 31 are half planned. Still, you know you’ll be getting updates so you can’t really complain can you?! Hope you enjoyed it so far.