July 1st, 2022

Charles eyes stared out the window of the backseat of the muggle car. Sitting besides his older brother. Returning to the Alluring manor from a year at durmstrang.... he didn't refer to the place as his home... it wasn't really? Was it?

Eyes rushing past the moving images. His family had their views on muggles, some of them outdated but they still allowed their sons to travel via muggle car to and from school. Claiming to be easier than floo powder or portkey or broomstick.

Trunks in the back of the car. Charles held his duffle bag and backpack at his feet, tucked with his nimbus. Taking extra care of the broom to prepare for the summer games next month.

Jeans, red shirt, and his classic leather jacket that now had a bit of holes and tears from that night.... from the storm where he found Romeo and... and Valentin. The teen tried not to imagine those moments. Eyes flickered passed the moving objects as they drove through the countryside of Durham. It is rather a peaceful drive.

Charles sat straight in his seat, eyes trained on the window. Following the objects outside. The day had turned out to be quite pleasant and bright. The teen was hoping for rain.... for a chance to lengthen the time before he would be forced to see his parents... the last time he saw them was the Christmas holiday.... his father's words still fresh in his mind. Echoing around. His chest felt tighter, taking deep breaths as he pulled at the collar of his shirt that feeling returning to him.

"Charles."

The word. His name. The voice... a flicker... barley audible through the echoes. The breathing. Rubbing his hand to his chest as his eyes blinked with each passing object. Breathing escalating. Resting aginest the seat.

"Charles?"

The voice grew louder. Sounding in his ears. Echoing in his mind. The teen shallowed hard. Holding his hand to his chest. Eyes watching the window, speeding past, eyes following, rolling in his head as he shallowed.

"Charles, are you alright?"

The voice. His brother. Andrew. The words filtered in. His brother gripped his shoulder with his hand, shaking him a bit, Charles felt the pull back to reality. Dropping his hand back to his side and pulling his eyes away from the window.

Looking at his brother, Andrew, long dark pair of black pants paired with a white button-down shirt. Raven hair combed back with a black, professional button-down jacket. Charles nodded to his elder brother. Five years apart.

Andrew eyed his brother for a moment. Not certain if he believes him before sitting back in his seat, removing his hand from Charle's shoulder as he spoke"give it a chance, it will be fine just don't cause trouble or instigate the argument." Andrew eyed his brother as he sat up, straightening his jacket and buttoning it before their arrival to the manor.

Charles watched for a moment before sitting back, tearing his eyes away for the window. Watching the moving objects in the distance. The rushing air.... it felt like the year was moving by far too quickly. The teen watched through the window as he spoke"You should have told father that instead." His words short. Remembering the advice of Valentin, his captain, a short few months ago. On how he shouldn't seek out his parents acceptance.... love... that he shouldn't change himself for it. He took the advice to heart. Wanting to be someone for himself instead of for his parents or family or school.

This holiday marks a end to who Charles once was. To who his family or friends or fellow durmstrangs or team or school knew. To someone acting in a way for someone else. To someone trained and taught to act and behavior in one way for years... he's shedding that mask and the next time any of them sees him. He'll be a new person. He'll be himself.

"-The sooner you realize that the easier it will be for you in this family, Charles? Charles, are you paying attention?"

His brother's words. Sneaking. The blonde lost track of time, of touch with reality as he reflected back on the year prior. Shifting in his seat, looking back at his brother as he nodded, " yes but-" Unsure of the words. Of the thoughts. He hadn't thought of it in a while.... but now that his brother graduated from durmstrang and will take his place at the ministry besides their father. Place as the heir to their family. Charles found the thoughts entering his mind once again, "but why should it matter? How I act? It isn't like I'm going to do anything or become the next head? That's you! So, doesn't it even matter what I do..."

Charles sat back, resting his head aginest the leater of the carseat as he watched his brother look up from his jacket. Andrew eyed Charles for a moment, taking a sigh, the raven haired took a moment before speaking"head or not, you reflect back on this family. We all do and you ought to learn that now." Charles turned his glanced toward the window, watching the passing fields as his brother watched him.

The car started to slow. Reaching a pair of large, black iron gates with the symbol of a raven on front of two swords traced into the metal bars.

Coming to a halt, the driver would leave the car to manually open the gate for them to pass through. Charles looked out at the surrounding grove of trees and greenery. His heart pounding at the sudden reality of how close he is to his family.

The car drove down the single dirt road. Each side lined with the dark green of dense forestry. Watching from the window, the rustle of the leaves on the wind or scamper of a grey rabbit into the heart of the woods. The blonde watched, a part of him wishing to be like that rabbit. Free. Running where he wanted when he wanted.

Eyes passing over the scene, the trees faded into open fields on either side of the car. A glistening, large lake with floating pads and white flowers to the right of the road a few miles out while to the left, a wooden structure resembling a stable that is usually used to keep horses miles from the road. Mere feet away from the edge of the forest.

Apporching the manor, dark cobblestone and brick with glistening windows of a three story manor. White pillars for support on every corner, shining windows on each of the three floors. The roof bending downward, creating a circular-like structure for the roof of this rectangle manor. The cobblestone covered in black pearl paint, the doors to the manor sat in the center. Shining black with polished gold knobs and knockers.

Three white steps laid in front of the door, leading to the interior.

In front of the manor, a white pearl base for a black raven statue. The car drove around the statue, an half circle. Stopping in front of the doors.

Charles looked from the window, eyeing Andrew. The blonde stared at his brother, uncertain about leaving that car. He would have rather stayed.... maybe he could stay at Rosella's place? She wouldn't mind... would she?

The blonde sat completely still, mauling over the option of staying with Ro that summer and how he would tell her... explain his unexpected showing at her house when he heard Andrew say"you'll be fine, just keep your head down and nod until you return to durmstrang." Charles nodded to his brother. He hadn't exactly told him about the camp.... or quidditch game that year yet....

Andrew left the car first, his bag in hand. Charles felt his eyes follow his brother to the door where their parents were waiting. Watching the greetings exchanged. The hug from their mother. Handshake from their father. Words- mouth movements. The driver setting their trunks at the door. Their father in a three piece suit of black and red. Their mother in a simple dress of dark green.

Charles pulled his backpack over one of his shoulders. Held his duffle bag and broom close in his hands. The blonde inhaled. He pushed open the car door, exhaling with the movement. Getting to his feet. The teen closed the door, leaning aginest the car so the driver couldn't leave... not yet... just in case Charles wanted to run... watching his parents and brother's embrace.

Andrew waved his brother over. The three seemed so happy... so prefect... Charles knew that to be a lie... his family is anything but perfect...

Walking over. He stood by his brother who continued to speak"Durmstrang was fine father, managed the grades to join you in the ministry this year." Charles diverted his eyes. Unable to looked at his mother or father as the conversation continued.... without him.

"I expect to have us work together, Andrew but for now I'm glad your both back," Aaron spoke. Smiles. Charles knew it to be a act. A act for the driver, for others. Appearing as a prefect pureblood family.

His father and brother continued their words, waking shoulder to shoulder toward the doors. Pushing them open with snippets of words about the ministry and heir responsibilities.

Jessica. His mother. Offered him a hand, smiling as she spoke"I missed you, I hope we can talk in private later? I want you to know that we do support you, Les and will always love you." Les. His childhood nickname. The nickname from another time.... another Charles... her words sounded tainted. Forced. Said so he would forgive his father no doubt. Not wanting to make a scene, Charles nodded to his mother taking her hand. Shaking it before stepping aside and walking through the doors, with two bags and a broom. Jessica followed after.

Two house elves ran from the house when the muggle car left the single dirt road. Fetching the trunks of the brothers, to take in and to their rooms. Two more arrived, one taking Andrew's bag and the other failing to take Charle's bags and broom who didn't want to have the creature work. The house elves hurrying off to bring the bags to the specific rooms.

Stepping pass the threshold. Entering the Alluring manor. Black marble floors laid throughout the first floor, feet away laid a dark wooden staircase with gold lined railings leading to the second floor. Either side of the door, halls of black marble floors and white walls to nearby rooms.

Andrew and Aaron, their father, stood at the base of the stairs. Talking. Jessica gestured for her younger son to join them, Charles walked ahead. Taking a place in front of Andrew as their mother took a place besides him. Aaron moved his eyes from Andrew as he spoke"with your brother joining the ministry, have you reconsidered the option yourself, Charles?" Charles felt his eyes moved from his father to brother, Andrew eyed him, a small nod. Knowing what he should say. Charles spoke"yes but I don't think the ministry is for me." Andrew closed his eyes for a moment, looking away as Aaron stared at him. Red starting to grow on his face.

The two looked back at Charles as Aaron spoke"very well perhaps a few more years at durmstrang until you understand." Aaron turned back to to his eldest, Charles watched wandering when his 'call for attention' and coming out will be discussed, "You excelled in physical magic? Correct, Andrew?" Andrew nodded toward his father as he spoke"Yes, father." The two discussed the positions Andrew could take at the ministry, auror being one of the options, Charles stared. Weren't they going to mention their last argument?

Charles stared, he knew what his brother said. Stay quiet and nod if he wants to be allowed to attend the camp but how could he... especially with the itching in his chest.... the words... muffling of the two men echoing... his chest straining as his eyes darted between the two, unable to stay quiet any longer.

"So that last conversation is forgotten then, I presume," the words blurted out from Charles, his brother looking at him through narrowed eyes and his father's veins flashing out from his forehead. The teen didn't look over at his mother as he spoke"the call for attention? Me coming out but best to ignore all of that to continue this play that we're a prefect pureblood family right? Right!"

His emotions started to grow. Bubbling under the surface. Voice shaking. Cracking. He was ready to shout again when his father spoke" what is there to dicuss? We talked about it before you left during the holidays back then and no need to bring it up again." Charles felt himself stumbled back a step as he shouted"You mean where you said I was lying? Only wanted attention that's why I did it!" His eyes widen, glowing with emotions. Anger. His father stared back, calm yet agitated as he spoke" Was I wrong? You could have written or told us privately, instead of shouting it as you stormed out, exact definition of a call for attention." The teen recalled those moments... what happened... the words exchanged. His brother opened his mouth to end the conflict but Charles beat him to it.

"It wasn't! I'm actually gay and had a boyfriend that I only shouted because you assumed it was a girl!"

Had. His heart thought of Xeno. How he missed him.... how he loved him. Charles remembered how they could sit together in silence for hours or laugh, make jokes to pass the time.... there was no one quite like him, Xeno.... is there? Charles wished they never lost touch with each other... wished that they continued to write... wished to have him back.

"You didn't tell us so we thought it was but there wasn't a need to shout it unless you wanted attention," His father spoke, veins straining on his neck as he took a step closer to Charles, "attention that you always wanted, correct? Because why expect anything else from the troubled child that seeks to steal attention from their perfect older brother and place a strain upon this family." Andrew stepped forward, calling their father to stop while their mother reached a hand out for Charle's shoulder, informing him the words from his father aren't true.

Charles shocked off his mother, stepping closer to his father as he spoke"I never wanted to take anything from Andrew! He can have it all! Including your attention which I learned is worthless now!" Emotions itched at his skin unable to control himself as he included, "and if you weren't so draft then maybe you'll see I'm just as good as him! But you never cared! You only cared that I fit into the mask of this perfect pureblood family which on the inside were not!" Charles finding himself unable to stop or calm down as he shoved his father aside and ran up the stairs to the calls of his mother and brother... calling him back...

Running through the hall. Black pearl floor patterns and white mixed with tingles of gold lining the walls. Doors of polished black, gold knobs. Running down the hall of the second floor toward the end.

One of the doors at the end, mirroring the others, the teen pulled it open. Stepping pass the threshold into his room. Shutting it behind himself with a loud clash. Eyes darting around, quidditch posters covering every inch of the white walls. The lighting fixture hanging above, the burglary curtains pulled back. The wooden desk filled with crumpled letters and empty ink jars. The wardrobe covered with schedules for quidditch and photos of friends, the bed with it's usual bedsheets containing the quidditch team; the ballycastle bats.

Tossing his bags and broom to the side, near his trunk. The teen paced the room. His chest burned, clenching as his breathing escalated. Rubbing at his chest with his right hand, the teen stretched his neck trying desperately to calm himself... the emotions getting the best of him, however.

Slamming his foot aginest his wall, the tingling in his toes. He felt his foot slam into the wall again... then again... punching the wall with a open hand as he stumbled back. Breathing hard. Rubbing at his eyes, pushing back his hair as he looked over out the window.

Only a month. One month till he would be gone... till he would be able to play quidditch once again... till he would see Valentin and Johannes and the rest of the team. He needed to keep his emotions in check, but the overbearing anger he felt now is something he haven't experienced before... he needed to keep his head low like his brother said.... but how?

His eyes flickered to the desk. His heart throbbing. The echoes in his ears. He could write.... he couldn't speak to them... he couldn't allow himself to get distracted by them but he could write... the prospect of reading the words from Cassie or Ro or even Valentin seemed surreal. Sounded like the calm in the storm.

His hands running along the desk surface, the crumpled letter. The feather quills. The ink stains covering the desk's surface. His heart pounding in his ears. To see them again.... the ones who haunted his mind... danced in his dreams... he would give anything.... to hear the words of his captain, to fly besides Valentin.... the wind in his hair with the frost captain besides him. Or to hear the laughter and jokes of his French best friend.... to race the skies and argue about muggle and wizarding techniques with Cassie.... or to banter with his russian counterpart.... to dicuss the game of quidditch and dare each other to complete tasks with Rosella.... the teen felt his nails dig deep into the desk, how he would prefer all of that to a month spent at the Alluring manor.

Running his fingers along the surface, his breathing escalated as he bit his bottom lip. The tension in his chest. He felt himself wanting to scream... to run... the teen shoved the stuff off the desk, stumbling backwards a few steps. He turned then slammed his foot into the leg of his bed stand through gritted teeth.

A moment past. The door creaked meaning someone is opening it.

His eyes flickered upward for his door, the teen watched as his brother leaned in the doorway. Turning his head back toward the window, eyes flashed downward for the light wooden panels of the the floor as he muttered"go away." The teen didn't look when he heard the shut of the door nor the echoing footsteps growing closer to him.

The touch of his brother's hand on his shoulder than his voice rang in his ear, "so, that's your plan? Keep mentioning the past to piss off father for two month?" The words circled his mind. Echoed within. Did he want that? Or did he want to be left on his own for the next month till the camp? Charles moved his eyes to his brother, shifting on his feet as he spoke"no- at least not for two months, only a month since I'm going to that camp for the quidditch game." Charles watched his brother nod, the squeeze of his hand felt on his shoulder as he heard his words, "you can't keep doing this, Charles. Shouting and bringing up past conflicts, let them be and continue on." Charles exhaled through his mouth a little as his eyes shifted away for his bed, Andrew watched him.

Andrew placed his other hand on Charles shoulder, holding both of his shoulders as he spoke"your going to be 15 soon, you need to understand that these incidents will only get worse with father if you continue to pester him. Can't you keep your head down and mouth shut, count the days down till that camp because if you don't then I can't promise he won't do something, Charles. Charles, do you understand me?" Andrew eyed his brother, holding his shoulders while Charles gritted his teeth for a moment to calm his breathing before looking back at his brother. The raven haired heir.

"Why does it matter? Why does it matter if I shout or if he doesn't like me, it's not like I'm going to be the head or have a grand destiny like you," Charles replied. Voicing his thoughts. Charles felt his brother squeeze his shoulders, watching him step closer as he spoke"everyone in this family leaves a mark on us. Like I said before, your actions reflect back to this family so just try. Try to not fight or cause trouble for at least a month then you can fly the quidditch pitch with your mates," Andrew studied his brother, his hazel eyes narrowing as he spoke"promise me Charles."

Charles eyed his brother, nodding, the teen crossed his arms as he spoke"fine... I promise." Not sure how long he could keep that promise but writing to Valentin, Cassie, and Rosella could help... he hoped that they will wirte back....

His brother, nodded. Letting go of his shoulders, adding a soft punch to his right shoulder. Charles held his arms crossed as his brother spoke"right, I'll let them know you changed at school and won't cause trouble this summer since you want to attend the camp." Cracking a smile, Charles eyed his brother as he spoke"unless they tell me I can't go then I'll run away again." Andrew eyed his younger brother, ruffling his hair for a moment before pulling him close. The two touched foreheads for a moment. Pulling away, Andrew spoke"it's only a month and I'll be here with you, Les."

The nickname. Charles nodded, watching as his brother left the room. Once the door closed and Charles was left alone again, the teen leaned back. Falling onto his bed, looking up at the ceiling. Covering his eyes with his hands.

July 4th, 2022

The fourth day into the holiday. Summer has only started and it hasn't been too bad. The blonde took to writing to his friends, those closest to him, confiding and using them as a distraction from his current 'family' situation.

In his letters, the teen choose not to reveal too much of his blood family or his current situation with them to his friends. Not wanting them to know... to think differently of him. Spending majority of the days tucked away inside his room, reading over quidditch magazines and quidditch strategy books for the summer game next month. The teen wanted to be prepared, wanted to help and be an asset to his team starting this summer.

Besides reading through the books, the teen had small conversations with Andrew, discussing school and crushes. He often invited Charles to join him in the ministry or for the meetings he had with their father. Charles would refuse both, choosing to avoid his parents during all hours of the day except for the meals. Sadly. His mind often grew bored with the learning and facts from the books... he started to experiment with his guyliner, becoming better at the use and wearing it more moments now than before. Starting to find himself, to learn who he wanted to be in this new age.

Experimenting with concealer and fondation, he had one of the house elves get it for him along with a few other beauty products. Practicing. Teaching himself how to use them.

July fourth was spent alone, practicing with his guyliner as he threw a quaffle at the ceiling of his room till the evening hours.

Charles stood in his room, combing back his blonde strands and finishing the touches of his guyliner. A white button-down and black jeans with black trainers. The teen rubbed in some concealer with a dash of lip gloss on his pale lips.

Leaving his room for the first time that day, he met his brother at the top of his stairs. Andrew in a three piece black and red suit, the raven haired nodded to Charles. The two fell into pace down the stairs, Andrew looking ahead as he spoke"focus on the food and not father's dull words of pureblood life." Sending a little smile to Charles who smiled back, the blonde wasn't as worried about facing his father when accompanied by his elder brother.

Sitting besides Andrew. Their mother opposite of his brother and their father between Andrew and Jessica at the head of the table.

The room, a long narrow area with dark wood panels for the wall and the black pearl flooring covered in long black color carpets threaded with green designs. A dark, long table lined with gold in the center of the room multiple matching chairs sitting around it. Only four places say prepared to be eaten from that night.

Conversation was light that night. Mainly between his brother and father. The teen tuned the words out until his mother's voice, " I haven't asked you yet, how was your school year Charles?" His father's voicr fell silent, placing his dark eyes onto his younger son as he chewed. Charles caught the galance of Andrew. A slight nod from his brother. Charles looked up from his plate, to his mother as he spoke"fine, nothing happened." He swallowed, his mother nodded thinking for a moment when he heard his father spoke" Andrew mentioned you want to go to a camp for a quidditch game this summer, is that correct?" Charles nodded, keeping his thoughts contained as his foot tapped quite fast on the floor under the table, his father spoke" You didn't tell us that you were on the quidditch team for the school, what position do you play?" The gaze of his mother and father. Charles cleared his throat, a look to his brother before their parents.

"First String Chaser," Charles spoke keeping his words short. Not wanting to lose his temper... not again. Not that night. His ears listened to his father's words, "I didn't think D students could play, I thought students needed at least an E or A even to be allowed on the teams." Charles felt his heart stink at the words, dropping his eyes under the table as his brother spoke" While I excelled in classes and strive for perfection there, Charles went for quidditch and he's one of the strongest players I seen." Charles brought his eyes up, looking at his brother, a light smile, he didn't need to defend himself nor reply with him there.

"Yes, but quidditch and classes are two separate topics. Classes mold you for a future while quidditch is a schoolboy hobby," Aaron spoke, words directed to Andrew but affecting Charles as he heard his brother speak" quidditch teaches us fine skills and can help in situations outside of school as well." Aaron scoffed taking a slip from his glass. The two discussed the values of sports, what one could learn from it and the importance of school and grades.

Charles felt his eyes flutter, head started to ache as the moments past. Sitting back in his seat when he heard his mother's voice, " what is that on your eyes, Charles?" The words caught the attention of his father and brother. The teen shallowed a little, scrapping his fork to his plate as he spoke"guyliner." His mother stared, he looked up at her. She reached over to him but stop her hand movements when Aaron spoke" your next rebellious phase? And I thought you couldn't ruin this family anymore." His brother called out their father, attempting to calm him down as Charles felt his eyes drift away toward the doors at his father's words. The words echoing in his ears.

"Failing classes, fights at school, quidditch, and now guyliner. What do you think will come from this? What are you hoping for?" The words from his father, Charles felt his cheeks glow warm as he took breaths. Not wanting tears to fall. For the guyliner to run aginest his cheeks. His father didn't stop, even with his brother pleads. The man continued to speak" I thought we raised you better, but maybe we should take a page out of your mother's cousin book instead and send you away to family where you can learn some proper behavior. Charles? Look at me when I speak to you, Charles!" The words circled his mind. The teen couldn't take it... couldn't handle it anymore that night.

The blonde rose from his seat and ran from the room. The calls of his father and brother behind him. Running still. Through the hall. Up the stairs. Pass the second floor hall. Pushing open his door, the teen leaned aginest his desk. Tears threatening to run as he rubbed at his eyes. Smearing the guyliner. The emotions building up within him, he felt his leg slam into his desk. Once....twice... three... four times.

Stumbling forward. He fell to his bed. Sitting there, head hung low. Hair falling over his eyes. The teen heard the creak of his door opening, the voice of his mother calling his name. Charles didn't answer... he couldn't... footsteps coming close to him.

His mother sitting besides him on the bed. The feeling of her hand on his back, her voice in his ear as she spoke" He didn't mean it. Your father was just surprised, that's all." Charles felt his voice fail him, leaning on his knees as his mother continued" He cares for you, I do to and will always love you. Nothing, nothing could ever change that." Silence took them. Jessica rubbed her younger son's back, Chaes sat there. His voice felt frail. Weak. Two feelings he loathes above all others.

"I think the guyliner is rather cool," the whsiper of his mother in his ear. Charles looked up, eyes catching hers as he spoke"you do?" Jessica nodded, smiling a little as she spoke" yes, I do or maybe I just want someone to discuss makeup with." Charles felt himself smilie a little, watching his mother smile back. Charles felt his mother run her hand through his hair. He felt himself breath, calm down. Giving room for himself to think. To remember the words from his father moments ago.

"Mother?" Charles asked his mother who removed her hand from him, nodding a tad, the teen saw the sign as he spoke"what was father talking about with your cousin?" The teen eyed his mother who sat back on his bed, eyes glistening over her son as she spoke" my cousin, Hesper. We went to hogwarts together, she was a year younger than me but we were both slytherins so we saw each other often." Charles listened, watching his mother talk about her cousin. He never heard her dicuss her family before and felt himself interested to hear the words.

"She has a daughter, Aly, around your age I believe who she wrote to us about and asked if she could stay here to learn about pureblood tendencies and traditions," His mother explained. Charles felt his face fade from a smile, he thought he could meet his mother's family. Befriend a cousin. Learn about that side.... guess he was wrong. The teen looked back, his eyes fell back to the floor.

His mother placed a hand on his back as she spoke"when she arrives, please behave. I don't want Hesper getting the wrong opinion of us," Charles nodded a little, as he muffled an whatever. The teen eyed the floor. Fidgeting with his nails.

Jessica leaned close to her son as she spoke"Aly is coming here to learn from us because Hesper trusts me and I don't want to lose that trust, alright?" Charles didn't look up, now waiting it out for his mother to leave.

The footsteps of his mother going to his door, the pause in the doorway, the voice of his mother spoke"it's strange. How simlair you are to my father, he was the youngest to and always tried to rebel against his family before he realized something." The words echoed. The creaked of the closing door.

Once Charles knew he was alone, he rolled onto his back. Laying there, on his bed. Looking up at the ceiling. He suddenly thought over her words. Simlair to his grandfather? A rebel? What did he realize? Questions formed of his mother's family, circling his mind. What is happening to him? Is he getting older? Maturing? Rebelling? The teen wasn't sure.... he didn't know... he couldn't answer the changes he felt. The rush he felt when emotional. The tension he occasionally felt in his chest. He didn't know what to think of his great grandfather or Hesper or even Aly? He wasn't sure what he is suppose to think... is this how every fourteen year boy felt?

The teen laid there. Looking up at his ceiling. Questions bubbling in his mind. He thought of his mother's family, his second cousin as he asked him; did anyone ask him if he wanted to host a pureblood second cousin for the summer. A pureblood girl who probably is the same as the rest of his family.... who is father probably wanted as a child instead of Charles.... did anyone ask him of his opinions of this? Did anyone care of his opinions on this?