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Hyperion Montgomery ([info]adaurorble) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-23 20:44:00

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Entry tags:character: hyperion montgomery, character: pandora montgomery

RP: G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
Who: Hyperion and Pandora (Glamoured)

What: Hyperion picking up a jewellery box for Susan

Where: Inside and Out, Monument Alley

When: Thursday, 23rd of October, Afternoon

Rating: NSFW for Language. They're Scottish okay.

Hyperion muttered to himself irritably as he strode down Monument Alley, his long legs kicking out in front of himself. Susan bloody Bones and her perfectly reasonable requests and sweet smiles always inevitably led to him doing something he didn't want to do: like giving a deposition to the Council of Magical Law, or going into a room filled with yodelling cultists first, or going to his Aunt's charms shop to pick up a bloody jewellery box when there was a chance that he could run into his bloody sister - something neither of them particularly wanted. Sighing, he stopped and looked at the shop for a moment, still trying to decide whether Susan's well known penchant for meddling was at play here. "You're a fucking Auror, Hyperion," he muttered to himself with great irritation and walked through the door.

"Hello," he called in a polite but persistent voice. "Is anyone here? Aunt Medea maybe?"


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[info]pandacharms
2014-10-24 09:17 am UTC (link)
Her brother the dark wizard - and witch - hunter. She felt pride mixed with sorrow, that his view of the world kept them from having any kind of conversation on it and devolved too quickly into reaching for wands for her to even get an explanation out. "Well best o'luck and well wishes to her," she said genuinely.

Her heart hurt at the way he avoided wven her name, but she hid it. Most of the world still thought they employed more than Medea and Pandora in the back, since the lie allowed Dora to retain more business in light of her reputation. But the truth was except for some holiday work, she did the bulk of all of it these days. "Aye," she said, falling into the comfort of the cadence more easily talking with him. "We keep a small stock of them year round, but there's always a big surge this time of year. We spend a few weeks in August preparing a bunch of them." She grinned a bit. "There is NO other way to pronounce it," she said with a sniff.

Dora nodded, packing the box away as she listened to him, watching subtly through the red hair. "I'd be happy to help," she said, though her nerves were already feeling a little fried being this near to him without them arguing. "I have samples of several styles of jacket that you can peruse as well as a catalog. Those are usually done to custom specs, especially for you Aurors. The chests are this way, though." She led the way back to the wall with them. "If none of these suit, customization is again an option, as well as adding features."

She tilted her head, not realizing it was something she did a lot. "Peacock, huh?" Oh there were jokes there waiting to happen, but she couldn't make them. "Well we can make every effort if you bring it in for us to examine. Success is not guaranteed, but wr can make every effort." It wasn't guaranteed for the sheer fact that some spells were unknown, and honestly thst some magical objects really liked themselves and refused to stay changed. Enough time as something could occasionally render it a magical personality of sorts.

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[info]adaurorble
2014-10-25 05:20 am UTC (link)
Hyperion chuckled for a moment and nodded. "She doesn't need luck, she's a battering ram in the shape of a woman."

"Well that's fair enough I suppose. At least it's well ahead of the whole Muggle tradition which seems to see women only being allowed to dress up in outrageously sexist and demeaning costumes, so I immediately like it better," he said with a smirk. "Not that Muggles aren't ahead of us in other areas of course." He pursed his lips, wondering if he detected his sister's hand in the fact that they made sure to have enough glamours well in advance. "That's mighty well thought out of you, and yes Samhain shouldn't be pronounced any other way."

"Thank you," he said politely. "I really just want a normal black dragonhide jacket, but I might look through the catalogue. Can I order by owl? Because yeah, I'll want some specifications that may take a wee bit of time." He allowed himself to be led over to the chests and considered them for a moment. "I really like that one," he said finally, with a nod. "Could I order one with twelve compartments, two of which are hidden rooms? I'm guessing you could do ladders or stairs that read magical signatures before letting them go down, aye?" He smiled at her apologetically and shrugged. "I had a nice one, but I gave it to my brother."

He narrowed his eyes for a second, there was something- but no, know the woman couldn't be Panda. She was too tall and not trying to kill him. "A peacock," he agreed mournfully. "It came with the house apparently. My great aunt had a deep appreciation for them, then when Slinkie found it she charmed to life. It delights in being as loud as possible when you're trying to eat."

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[info]pandacharms
2014-10-25 07:48 am UTC (link)
"And I dare say she'd probably batter yeh for saying so," she said wisely.

Dora snorted. "I found out about that, aye," she agreed. "Much better traditions than that, especially when you can dress in sexist costumes any time out there, it seems." It wasn't a criticism or even a bigotted statement, but she'd never worn that little clothes in public as she'd seen some of the Muggle women wear every day. It was disconcerting. "A little pre-planning goes a long way." Which Dora was a fan of. She wasn't a good duelist or chess player for nothing.

"That can be done," she said. "Getting the measurements right is good, though. I like our leatherworker pretty well, they do great work." Their contractors were all carefully chosen, especially for their craftsmanship. Charms could be done during and after the process, some people worked well with letting them in on it. Both sides made good money at it. "OH yes, the inlay on that one is exquisite," she said, clapping her hands together lightly in approval. "Oh, for A- gift," she corrected herself flawlessly after nearly saying Apollo. "Those always make good ones."

"Was she a Malfoy?" she couldn't resist asking with a measure of humorous sarcasm. It was well known that the Malfoys liked peacocks. "I can imagine it's caused a case or two of choking." She felt a pang at the mention of Slinkie; she'd not seen any of their elves since leaving home after the funeral and being drug off to take the mark.

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[info]adaurorble
2014-10-25 08:55 am UTC (link)
"Eh it'll be fine, she quite likes me for some unknown reason," he replied, a sardonic smile at his own expense.

Hyperion found himself laughing despite himself. It was a short, bark of laughter, but it was genuine and he was rather surprised by it all things considered. "Muggle women do tend to wear less than Wizarding women, at least in the sense of club hopping I've found," he agreed with a smirk. "But then I don't mind seeing what the lads and lasses wear at times." He paused, wondering why on earth he'd said that, then shrugged. "Yes, yes it does," he replied with a sad smile, thinking of how Pandora had always stated something similar to that.

"Aye," he nodded. "My Aunt sent my brother and I a jacket each last year, so she should have our measurements on hand. I'd still have the old one but you know I was cruciated off a roof then set on fire this week so it's a bit crisp now," he said with an apologetic cough. He always liked getting jackets from proper Charmsmiths - they did the charms properly, so the extended pockets didn't ruin the integrity of the hide, and the extra layer of protective spells didn't fade away. "It's lovely," he agreed approvingly. "Do you think they can make the changes I want?"

Hyperion laughed for a second time, wondering how on earth she kept managing to do that. "She was a Lestrange, so there was probably a Malfoy relative not too far off. He made a disgusted face and shook his head sadly. "There's nothing quite like a humongously loud squawk just as your about to eat your dinner, or in the bathroom, or are about to go to bed. It's great, really."

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[info]pandacharms
2014-10-25 09:20 am UTC (link)
She bit back a comment on his sterling personality or good looks, not wanting to be mistaken as flirting. Because .. yeah, awkward and not going there.

"They're pretty enough, but less is more, usually," she said with a casual shrug. "Who wants to see it all up front? Not that the shop is above selling the scanty costumes, mind, but glamours cover the skin most of the time." Like the one currently on her arm, covering up the tell-tale Mark.

"Well, if your Aunt bought from here, the measurements might still be on record," she said. "I can look them up." His words sank in then, and her eyes widened in worry that she couldn't quite completely hide. "Well, fucking hell," she said. "At least... it did its job in protecting you?" She remembered those jackets, no lie, and she'd laid in a few extra charms on them knowing her brothers would be getting them.

"The changes won't be a problem, and magical signature recognition is simple enough. I know you lot tend to use them for prisoner transport at times." She wondered if he'd notice if she placed a blood ward on it; it would, after all, respond to him with perfect ease. She wasn't sure if he knew those. She'd learned them from her uncles, one of the better things she'd learned.

Ah, so he'd inherited a Lestrange property. She stifled a surge of jealousy, knowing it had to be fucking huge while she'd been living in crap up til the other week. "Probably not," she agreed easily. "Puts off the digestion. It's awful, I'm sure. Especially since they sound like screaming half the time."

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[info]adaurorble
2014-10-25 04:02 pm UTC (link)
Hyperion gave an exaggerated shrug. "As long as it doesn't hurt anyone I don't think it matter what you wear," he said with a smile. "But yes, I was going to say I have seen glamours worn by people where it appears that they're wearing whips of artfully placed mist and tulle before so maybe we shouldn't be too quick to judge."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Actually my Aunt works here," he said, shifting his feet uncomfortably. "Also my... Sister. I'm Hyperion Montgomery. But thank you, looking them up would be grand." Her eyes widened and Hyperion winced - one of the peculiarities of being an Auror was that you kind of got used to extreme violence and ridiculous situations as a matter of course. "Yeah, no it's fine really. We were trying to ask a lad about some cursed cutlery and apparently he'd been a Death Eater and tried to blow one of my colleagues heads off. You get used to being cruciated after a while. But the jacket did a fantastic job of keeping me from dying which is why I'm quite keen for another."

"Yeah some of the old school veterans do tend to, but I was more thinking of one of the rooms to keep some precious items I don't want in my vault, and the other for magical equipment so everything can be nice and contained you know?" He paused, wondering whether he should burden a shop assistant with information Susan had provided him with. "I know you do blood wards, which are always useful," he said finally, keeping his features neutral and open. "And I'ill place a few runes and wards of my own on it, but I definitely like this style."

He snorted again and nodded. "I mean I could install a caterwauling charm on the thing and use it as a sentry, but even I'm smart enough to know that that'd go fantastically badly, especially in St James' you know?"

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[info]pandacharms
2014-10-26 03:11 am UTC (link)
Pandora tilted her head and narrowed her currently brown eyes, smiling enigmatically. "You share quite a resemblance. I'd wondered," she told him. Indeed she and her brother had always been quite able to be told as siblings. Their main difference was that she had the Lestrange eyes, the snake eyes, while his were the general Montgomery eyes.

Her lips tightened slightly and her eyes hardened a little. "I must gainsay you there, sir, for one does not ever become truly accustomed to the Cruciatus curse." At least not when applied in earnest, even if you had her knack for disconnecting from herself when in pain. Even now the damage she suffered would pain her on occasion. A heated anger brewed in her that someone had dared do that to her brother. They might not even talk anymore, but no one hurt her brother without paying for it.

"Who was it?" She asked almost idly, even as she went behind the counter to search for the past orders book, tapping it with her wand to send it searching for the correct section so she could find his specs.

Susan had best be careful who she told about the blood wards, Dora thought, though part of her thought the woman would be. "We can do those," she said warily. "We can put most anything on there that you want. Customization is our specialty."

She barely kept for snorting also. "Yeah, that might not go so well," she said with a shake of the head.

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[info]adaurorble
2014-10-26 05:06 pm UTC (link)
Hyperion lifted an eyebrow and nodded in mute agreement. He and his sister had always favoured one another, though she'd got the Lestrange eyes instead of the Montgomery hazel, and he'd got the Lestrange complexion instead of the Scottish paleness that she exemplified. "Aye, we're rather similar in terms of looks," he agreed with a nod, feeling slightly raw and definitely a bit sad at the topic of conversation.

He noted the way her eyes hardened with a sort of detached interest. Here was someone who had obviously been through the war - the question was, on what side. "I suppose you're right," he agreed with a conciliatory nod. "Although I had a lot of time to ah, become accustomed to it at various times during the War. But surely that's not a conversation for a charms workshop. My apologies."

"Oh it was the Macnair boy," Hyperion replied with a frown, wondering why on earth she was so interested. "We took him into custody and charged him, which was good I suppose."

"Oh aye, Susan showed me hers and I detected the charm - there's no need to be so skittish lass, blood charms like that aren't illegal or anything," he replied reassuringly. "Plus I'm happy to put them on myself if it would make the charms mistresses feel better, I just wouldn't want to mess up the balance of the charms."

"So do you think if I could catch the slippery little bastard, that I could bring it here and someone could look at it," he asked, hoping that she'd say yes. If nothing else it would give Slinkie something to complain about other than the fact that he didn't make enough mess around the place.

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[info]pandacharms
2014-10-27 01:42 am UTC (link)
Dora wondered at his voice. She wasn't sure if he missed her or if it was a symptom of his hating her. She let this part of thr conversation drop naturally, heart aching in a raw fashion. She ordered herself to breathe easily, which was harder.

She smiled and waved a hand, but her smile was just a little brittle under her glamor. She had a feeling he had no idea what had happened to her during the war, not that he had any inkling it was her. Her hearing aids suddenly ached, a reminder along with other, more subtle damage, somenof which only flared every now and again. "No worries. Still, my sympathies for your pain," she said quietly, genuine sympathy in her voice.

"I'm glad you caught him," she said, wishing she could get in and give him a dose of his own medicine. She'd do it, too, revenge for doing it to her family.

"I know. Doesn't keep some of your lot from lurking around and making threats to the charmers," she said a bit bluntly. Blood magics could get hinky, it was true, but wards weren't harmful unless you kept trying to break them. "But no, we'd be happy to include them for you. It will be easier that way."

She nodded. "Please do. We'll do our best to neutralize it for you. It'll likely be viewed as a challenge."

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[info]adaurorble
2014-10-27 03:58 am UTC (link)
Hyperion nodded neutrally. "Thank you, my apologies to yours as well," he replied, slightly touched at the genuine sympathy in her voice. It was nice to meet someone who seemed to be both perceptive and intelligent. It almost reminded him of Panda, which only further watered the seed of the idea that perhaps he was talking to her, under two glamours, not just one.

"Aye, he was a tricky bugger," he replied with a tight smile. "He'd been sneaking into Muggle department stores and cursing the cutlery so it tried to kill anyone who used it. Two people had to be transported to St Mungos."

He looked at her for a long moment, wishing he could convey with his eyes how sorry he was for some of his colleagues. "Yes, well some of my colleagues are idiots," he replied just as bluntly. "I have no love for the Dark Arts or Death Eaters, but even I understand that some circumstances were difficult and that the intent of the magic has a lot to do with whether or not it's dark. You can levitate someone off a cliff, but that doesn't mean that wingardium leviosa is viewed as dark." He paused, slightly embarrassed by his candor - particularly if it was actually Pandora to whom he was speaking. "Thank you though, I greatly appreciate it."

He sighed and nodded. "Shall I pay now then," he asked, patting around in his pockets for his wallet.

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[info]pandacharms
2014-10-27 04:51 am UTC (link)
She nodded, accepting the apology as gracefully as she knew how in part because it was likely the only one she'd get out of him.

Pandora snorted. She couldn't help it. "I just can't get past it being the cutlery," she confessed. "It really is awful, what happened, but the image of a spoon menacing someone..." like something out of a book, honestly. At least Macnair had a sense of humor, dark though it might be. "I do hope they're all right, though."

Pain stabbed her and she bit her tongue at his words hard enough to taste blood. No love for Death Eaters. For a moment that was all she could hear. It made her want to cry, and she wasn't one who cried often and so rarely in front of others. Hyperion had seen her cry before, of course, but she'd not give him thr pleasure of it now if she could help it. "Intent means a lot," she agreed quietly. Her intent had always been to save her family. He'd probably never know she'd kept the worst of the Death Eaters from him at times.

"Certainly," she said. "Just let me calculate that out and we'll get it processed. If you want the same type of jacket, I'll go ahead and put the order in. Both the trunk and the jacket should be ready for pick up next week, so don't get fall off any more buildings until after that, yes?" She tabulated with the quill in her left hanf, poking her wand at the catalog with her right. She read him out a sum and then added, "If you want anything extra beyond what we talked about, just ask and we can add to the bill. This also doesn't include the peacock - it'll have to wait til it's been looked at."

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[info]adaurorble
2014-10-27 04:45 pm UTC (link)
Hyperion quirked an eyebrow at her, the ghost of a smile at his lips. "Oh aye, I'll grant you that it's slightly amusing in terms of the items he used," he replied with a nod, before dropping his face into a more sombre expression. "They expect the little girl whose throat was nearly torn out by a steak knife to make a full recovery. I mean, she'll have trauma but the Obliviators will hopefully be able to fix some of that."

The woman bit her tongue for a moment as pain flooded her eyes at his sentence, further confirming to Hyperion that he was probably talking to his sister. He went blank for a moment, wondering how on earth they were having a rational and normal conversation. "I may be stuck in my mother's black and white worldview, but even I know that there are shades of grey, and not everyone had a complete choice in their actions - even if it doesn't quite excuse them," he said with a nod. "An Auror who kills or maims unnecessarily is just as bad as a dark witch or wizard - more so even, because the law will protect them."

He nodded as she began to tally up the cost. "I think the same type of jacket yes, something mildly fashionable that I can wear in Muggle and Magical London, aye," he said with a smile, hoping the woman - his sister - wouldn't think him too vain. "I'll pick them up next week, or have Susan do it for me since she made me get her stuff." He looked around for a moment, trying to think of something to add to the list that would prolong the conversation. "I was just hit with the possibility of maybe getting a pensieve," he added, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Also a new watch and a razor that never dulls. What do you think?"

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[info]pandacharms
2014-10-27 09:46 pm UTC (link)
She sombered too, feeling a harsh pang of sympathy for the girl alongside a fierce anger that a child had been harmed. "Too bad you couldn't send him off the roof," she said bluntly. "Obliviators never get everything." Not with trauma anyway. An idea struck her but she filed if away for later thought.

Dora had to content herself with a nod and a short comment; anymore and she'd end up arguing with him, and she really didn't want to right now. She wanted one fucking memory of them post Azkaban that wasn't full of hard words. "There's more grey in thr world than many think," she said and shrugged before moving the conversation on.

Her lips quirked faintly - even fondly - behind a fall of red hair. Fashionable. Some things never changed. It was an oddly comforting thought. "We'll send an owl as each item is finished,"she informed him.

Dora leaned against the counter, not in any hurry to rush him out despite the turmoil within her that wanted to roil out of her in a lash of magic. It had been SO long. "Those all sound practical and doable," she said. "Pensieves are generally made to order, but we stock the razors. Watches depend precisely on what you want and what you want them to do."

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[info]adaurorble
2014-10-28 12:00 pm UTC (link)
Hyperion shook his head sadly, thinking of how frightened the girl's parents had been when the child had been rushed into the hospital, and how delighted Macnair had been at the fact that he'd injured someone. "I don't kill people if I don't have to," he said firmly. "Even if I want to sometimes."

He smiled at her and nodded - she wasn't even trying to disguise who she was at this point obviously. But he also wanted to show that he could be civil and friendly, even if she didn't know that he knew who she was. For a moment he nearly broke down and told her, the labyrinthine nature of the exchange reminding him uncomfortably of their father. "We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom," he replied with a smile, wondering if she'd pick up on the Tolstoy quote.

"Thank you," he replied, flashing her a dazzling smile. He was fairly certain he caught the whiff of a genuine smile of her lips, and felt quite smug as a result. If he could make her smile then maybe, just maybe she wasn't as irredeemable as their mother would have him and his siblings believe.

He nodded thoughtfully at her words, finding that he was thoroughly enjoying the situation. "My grandfather has a pensieve in his house, and I was thinking of one similar to that? I can do the rune work myself if it's easier, but otherwise I can owl a drawing along?" He nodded thoughtfully about the razor and then grinned impishly. "I was thinking taking a normal muggle Rolex and charming it so it can show normal Muggle time, but also constellatory time. What do you think?"

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[info]pandacharms
2014-10-28 12:27 pm UTC (link)
And that was where they differed – probably where they had always differed a bit. She’d inherited a part of the Lestrange legacy he hadn’t, and she hated it. She had the feeling, looking back, that her mother was like her in that fashion, tightly leashed and directed with any horrid urges. Or maybe not. Maybe she was simply twisted and wrong. But there had always been people like her, who could work for the good as well as bad. “As much as I’d advocate second chances, there are a few irredeemable people around,” she said. Like Greyback. She’d never once regretted slitting his throat as he lay unconscious.

Dora suspected he knew, but she went along with the pretense anyway. The pretense was probably all that kept them from arguing it out. So she hid in it, so she could at least be this close to him and not want to throttle him because he was being so stupid and one-dimensional about something that was so complicated. She sighed to herself before she got worked up and ruined the whole thing. “Tolstoy,” she said with a nod. She peered up at him through her lashes, the words on the tip of her tongue before she bit them back – that maybe he’d do well to think he knew nothing of what had really happened.

She faintly remembered the pensieve in question. But she’d not seen it in over seven years, so she couldn’t bring the specifics directly to mind. “I can do the rune work. Got my mastery in runic warding month or so ago,” she said quietly. “Filius had me do a tiny pensieve before achieving my mastery as well. But a detailed drawing would be good,” she said. And also a piece of her past.

She rested her chin on her fist, pondering. “Well, the shop doesn’t have a provider for such things, but certainly one could be procured.” She tugged an earlobe thoughtfully, a habit she’d only picked up since most of the rest of her hearing had gone. She’d have to ask Rich to help her buy such a nice thing – she recognized the name even if she couldn’t identify it right off. “But the charms could certainly be done, once obtained. I’ve seen a pocket watch done similarly before.” Even now though it was habit to keep from saying she’d done anything, like admitting to it would spoil everything.

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[info]adaurorble
2014-10-28 02:04 pm UTC (link)
"Oh aye," Hyperion asked, genuinely interested in her view. Whatever things she'd done, she'd spent the time in Azkaban to atone for them, and maybe some of the Hufflepuffian rhetoric that Susan bathed him in was beginning to sink in. "Some people, I suppose," he admitted. "But as Susan so often tells me, most people deserve a second chance. I need to learn to give them to more people."

He nodded and smiled, absolutely sure it was her now. "It's nice to see you like your Tolstoy, although working for my aunt I wouldn't be surprised if it were mandatory."

"I figured it might be hard, but I've got this," he said, pulling a watch out of one of his pockets. "I've been thinking of getting it enchanted for a while now. Mostly because it irritates my mother when I wear it." He passed the watch to her and then watched her pull at her earlobe, wondering exactly how much worse her hearing was now than it had been seven years ago. He nodded, understanding her side of the game. "Of course, well I'll just grab the new invoice."

He took the bill she gave him and handed over a stack of galleons, putting the bill safely in his inner pocket where he felt a well worn shape. For a moment he stood there, lost in thought. Then he took the wooden king piece out of his pocket and smiled at his sister. "You know Pandora, I take it," he asked casually putting the king piece on the counter. "Can you give this to her for me? Tell her Peri is happy she has a good job?"

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[info]pandacharms
2014-10-28 09:23 pm UTC (link)
"Most people do, yes," she agreed quietly. She wished he would give her a second chance, but she honestly didn't expect it after so many years at this point. There was no use getting her hopes up. They probably would always be up, just a bit, and thus always hurt a bit as well. But she was used to pain, and someday her family cutting her off would probably cease to hurt as much.

Her lips quirked faintly. "She is quite the taskmaster," she said, though it was an understatement. Though Medea had never been her favorite aunt, she'd gotten quite petty and mean with Pandora since she'd started working for the shop. Her duty, Medea said. Dora, not wanting ot give up her remaining family, suffered it quietly.

"Cha! Pretty," Dora said, taking it and bringing it closer to look at. It really was. Not for the first time, she did give Muggles that -- they did make some nice stuff along with some of the crap she'd seen. "That'll save a trip, yes." She was relieved, in part; it wasn't that she disliked muggles or the muggle world, except on occasional reflex, but she felt incredibly uncomfortable out there, especially with hiding her magic, which she used like she breathed and had never had to suppress before. She raised a brow and looked at him over the watch. "Irritates her, huh?" So maybe everything wasn't perfect back home. Well, Phillip had said as much a few times, though it was hard to believe when you yourself were miserable all alone.

Dora dropped the money into the money box under the counter, pulling out some change and completing the transaction matter-of-factly. She wondered if he'd come in again, after everything was complete. Probably not. She wanted to make this linger even further, but knew it would be stretching it. She looked at him warily as he spoke her name, prepared to have everything go bad all the sudden. His words instead made her freeze where she stood, something that rarely ever happened to her.

She looked at the chess piece as if it were a snake preparing to bite her. She wasn't that fond of snakes these days, despite her house -- Nagini did that to a fair amount of people. Her eyes darted back to him and then to the piece again, and she wondered what game he was playing, giving her this. Shocked, to be honest, that he still had this, and on him, after so many years. Maybe he still did care, at least a little. Her hand darted out and she grabbed it, fingers curling around it tightly like she thought he might take it from her again. The speed hid the fact that her hand was trembling slightly. "I'd be happy to," she said as evenly as she could manage. "I'm sure she'll be pleased to hear it."

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