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Name: Christian Michael Reid.
Age: Sixteen.
Gender: Boy.
Year: Sixth.
Face Claim: JAMES FRIGGIN' FRANCO.

Canon or Original? Orig.

Facial Properties:

bone structure

Graced with his father's perfect bone structure, every inch of Christian's face is perfectly chiseled and defined. It's not soft or lush on any part of his face, but it seems to suit him. His nose is straight and long, without being too big for his face or too pointed. His cheekbones are angular and defined to a tee; his jaw set and dark. He generally tends to have a bit of stubble on his face, not because he's lazy or dirty, but because he likes the look of his face better when he's got a bit of facial hair. For the most part, however, Christian has a gorgeous face, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud of it, even if it did come from his father.

hair

Christian is by no means gay or metrosexual, but damn, that boy knows how to take care of his locks. He was graced with naturally dark hair, with just a slight wave to it. He takes good care of it, with the best shampoos and conditioners that are available to him. He has all the money in the world, so it isn't difficult for him to make sure he's got the best products money can buy. The aunts taught him how to take care of his hair and do it quickly; because of their constant moving, and having to do it fast, Christian learned how to do everything fast, his hair included. Sometimes, if Christian is feeling lazy, or he's in a bad mood, he won't do it at all. It still has a natural beauty. He always makes sure he takes good care of it, though, good day or bad.

eyes

If Christian had to pick one of his facial features that he liked the best, he'd probably choose his eyes. Not that guys generally think about things like that, but that's definitely what he would pick. They're deep set into his face, framed by thick, dark eyebrows. His pupils are so dark, no one can tell if they're black or dark brown unless they're standing a mere few inches away from his face. His lashes are dark and curly by nature, something he's always been taught to be excited about. They crinkle up and squint when he smiles really big or laughs, too, which a lot of girls find absolutely adorable. He has his father's eyes, something that he's never really liked to tell people, but nonetheless, his father has beautiful eyes, and Christian is no exception. People often say that the eyes are the window to the soul, but Christian tends to be a very private person, so his almost black eyes fit the description that they're supposed to. He doesn't want people to see him until he's ready. So, his eyes do exactly what he needs them to do. Voila, perfect eyes.

lips

Boy, are Christian's lips perfect in every sense. Like, seriously, someone needs to call the vet, because those puppies are sick. Seriously. Christian's lips are probably the most inviting lips known to Hogwarts. They're soft and warm and luscious. He bites and licks them a lot, usually without noticing. Both his upper and lower lip are full and always moisturized, never too dry, never too wet. His girlfriends like to spend a lot of time kissing him, simply because his mouth is so irresistible and delicious. His teeth are white, and the top row are perfectly straight from early years of dental work, but he refused to wear his nightly head gear, so his bottom teeth slightly overlap each other. But the slight flaw in his smile seems to make it even more gorgeous and contagious. Christian's mouth in general just seems to have been crafted by the gods, and boy, do they get their fair share of action.


Physique:

body

To put it simply, there are plenty of girls, and probably some guys too, who have fantasized about touching Christian's body. It's so wonderfully proportioned, Christian has a habit of standing shirtless in front of the mirror for extended periods of time. It's not so much a self-centered thing, he just likes looking at himself. You'll never catch him ripping off his shirt just for the simple pleasure of making girls swoon. That doesn't mean they don't, though. Christian's got strong shoulders and a strong back, perfectly defined abs from years of exercise picking up his sisters and using them as weights. It was all in good fun, then, but Christian sees now how useful that was so long ago. His hands and feet are rough and warm, probably from holding his sister's hands all those years to comfort them. His legs and arms are lean and muscular, without being too bulky. He's tall and a little lanky, but not to the point of being nerdy. It's just easy enough to say that Christian has quite the perfect physique. Oh, and just a side note? He's got the sexiest happy trail and hip lines anyone has ever seen.

Wand Type: Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 11 inches.
Wand Expertise: Defensive Spells.
Patronus: Cheetah.
Boggart: His family and life falling apart from his father's mistakes.

Personality:

gentleman

Christian, was, for all intense and purposes, raised by women, in a house full of women. He was the one who requested at such a young age to go and live with the aunts in the first place, so it's not like Christian minds in the slightest that he's extremely polite and gentlemanly. It's a huge part of his personality, though. He was raised to cherish and respect women for everything they're worth, and he won't ever take a girl for granted. Sure, he's a stupid boy sometimes, just like all of them are, but Christian knows a good thing when he's got it, and he doesn't intend to ever screw up a relationship like his father did. He's not perfect, and he knows that, but Christian isn't going to give up as easily as most guys do when it comes to a good relationship. He opens doors for girls, he always pulls out their chairs, he always pays. He watches his language around women, he never drinks too much around them, and he treats them priceless artifacts, the way the aunts and his sisters taught him to. That probably has something to do with the fact that Christian's had a decent amount of girlfriend's, because he knows how to really treat and appreciate a girl. He sees them as treasures, as gifts, something he doesn't deserve, or have a right to just because he's a guy. That gets him a lot of admirers. And he likes it that way. That's why he's got around the same amount of guy and girl friends, because he knows how to be one of the guys, how to have fun with his buddies, but he also knows how to ballroom dance, how to sing well, how to fold napkins perfectly. He's everything a girl could want; the perfect boy to bring home to their mother. There's just one little catch.

Girls have to have the patience to see that guy.

obnoxious

Which leads to the next point. Christian has a tendency to be pretty loud and obnoxious. He's a great guy to have at a party, because he's loud and funny and likes to be the center of attention and he knows how to make people laugh and smile when they really need it, but he is a sixteen year old boy, and he will act as such sometimes. Well, okay, most of the time. He can come off as an ass when he wants to; he's not afraid to speak his mind or make it known how he feels about something. He would never insult a girl or say something crass or rude to a pretty girl if he was with his friends, but when it comes to other guys, if Christian doesn't like his shoes, or the way he walks, he'll make it known, and won't care what they say. He's the same way with his professors, and a lot of girls are turned off by his bad boy attitude. Which is why Christian isn't always constantly swimming in women. It takes a really patient and understanding girl to dig down deep and see the real Christian, the one who would do anything for his girl. However, there is the occasional girl that likes that side of him, but Christian is always courteous towards the women, even when he's making fun of some random first year who's wearing his tie wrong. Now, because Christian is such a sweetheart when it comes to women, the one way to know if Christian is really mad or beyond calming down is when he starts getting angry or loud with a girl. That's when his friends know something's up. Christian has a very low tolerance for stupidity and bullshit when it comes to guys, but girls are a different story. It doesn't stop him from being dumb around his friends or at a party. Truthfully, Christian blames this trait on his father; the bastard's the same way, and probably found a way to rub it off on Christian.

popular

Christian has thing where like he doesn't really fit in anywhere. Not specifically into a group of people, but into a school in general. He spent so much time taking care of his sisters and doing housework for the aunts when he was younger that he never really developed a hobby. It wasn't really an issue until he got to school. For example, he's not really into sports but he's not the bookworm type either. He's not all dark and brooding and into poetry and stuff like that, but he's not like a drama kid, or into choir or instruments. He doesn't really have a place where he feels....at home away from home, unless he's with one of his sisters. So, he overcompensates with people to try and find a way to fit in. Not specifically by peer pressure, but he's tried everything before and just can't seem to find his group of specific people, but on the upside, because he's tried so many different things, he has a lot of friends in all different places. Which, in short, makes him a pretty popular guy. Because he's been in so many different areas of the school, and tried so many different activities, he's had the opportunity to make a lot of friends. His personality, laugh, and smile are so contagious that it makes it easy for him to make friends, added to his respect for girls, and he's the perfect friend-making machine. He knows how to be loyal to his buddies and his girl-friends, so keeping friends isn't difficult. Christian is just one of those guys that can be friends with anyone; from the potheads that sneak drugs in when they're in the bathroom, to the prefects and teachers he has. He's just a generally fun guy, as long as you don't get on his bad side. Christian's just a good friend to have around, and because of that, he's got a lot of friends.

pureblood

The Reid's are an extremely prominent, pureblood, social climbing, rich family. The aunts were granted child support payments when the kids came to live with them, and because there were so many of them, the money coming in to take care of them was through the roof. Because of Christian's ancestors, he was able to live a lavish lifestyle throughout his entire childhood, attending all sorts of parties, galas, social dinners, and charity events. Christian was introduced to the high life very early on in his life, even before he went to live with the aunts. Because his father's business front is so spectacular and successful, Christian is somewhat of a local celebrity back in his hometown of Edinburgh, and that's part of the reason he has friends in different places, and part of the reason he's so popular with the girls. He's got money, and he's got the pureblood status. He doesn't flaunt it, and he doesn't care about the status of other people, not in the slightest, but it does help in the Muggle and Wizarding world to be rich and semi-famous. It helps him earn friends in the high places, and, not that all girls are gold diggers, but most girls are very impressed when guys have money to basically just throw away, which Christian has by the bucket load. He doesn't feel the need to shove it in people's faces that he's rich, but just be the nature of his clothes, and just being who he is, people just know him. They know his family, they know his status, and they know how important he is. Messing with Christian Reid is definitely not a good idea, especially if you want to keep your home and money.


Likes:
+ Having friends.
+ The occasional drink.
+ The smell of a girl's perfume.
+ Any type of music.
+ His hair.
+ The aunts.
+ His sisters.
+ Being center of attention.
+ Making people laugh.
+ Getting good grades.
+ Dancing foolishly.
+ Smiles.
+ Spending money.
+ Christmas.
+ Kissing.
+ Staying in shape.

Dislikes:
– Sweat.
– Hook-ups.
– Bullshit.
– Stupidity.
– Quiet people.
– Womanizers.
– Girls who don't respect themselves.
– Drugs.
– Smoking.
– Excessive amounts of alcohol.
– Birds.
– His father.
– Tattoos.
– Piercings.
– Meaningless sex.

History: The Reid Family history is a thrilling tale, filled with princes and princesses, dragons and dungeons, rescues, sword fights, revenge, and best of all, true love. However, the fairy tale ends much sooner than anyone would expect.

tristan and isolde

Think back to the time of kings and queens, castles and courts. The year is 1567, in the time of William Shakespeare and Sir Francis Bacon. In this time of literature and art, a baby named James is crowned the King of Scotland. He goes on to succeed his mother, Mary, Queen of Scots, and his reign goes from his one year birthday on that very year, until the year 1625. Everyone knows the history of King James VI of Scotland, and how he later went on to unite the crowns of Scotland and England to become King James I, effectively becoming ruler of both. Everyone knows he had a son named Charles, who went on to succeed his father. But what everyone doesn't know, is that James had a daughter. One daughter, a beautiful baby named Isolde, who was kept a secret from the world. Back in those days, a King was pressured into having only sons, and it was only out of protection that James sent his only daughter, his pride and joy, away to live in a far away tower, guarded by none other than a terrible dragon. It sounds crazy, but James was crazy about the safety and protection of his baby girl, and so, he sent her away to be raised, keeping in contact with her, but, nonetheless, shutting her out of his life completely. He didn't mean to, he loved his daughter more than life itself, but James always put the monarchy first, and when he made that conscious decision, he also made the decision to abandon his little girl. But Isolde wasn't destined to be alone for long. See, wen James took over England as well as Scotland, he created a few enemies, former King Henry being the number one priority. Henry was removed from his throne by nothing but popular vote and James himself, and because of that, he was now without a land to rule. Well, Henry had a son. A handsome one at that. His name was Tristan, and when he turned the age of seventeen, Henry deemed him a man and sent him on the toughest mission he was ever going to attempt. He'd been training for it since he was a boy, and now, he was finally ready. He was to slay the dragon and take the princess hostage in exchange for Henry's throne back. Henry was the only one who knew about the secret daughter, he'd walked into her chambers when she was a child on accident when he was looking for the king. So, on Tristan's seventeenth birthday, he set off to capture the girl. Everything was going exactly according to plan. But there were two things that the royals were not expecting. Number one; On the journey back, Tristan and Isolde fell madly in love. Number two was probably the most shocking discovery of all.

Isolde was a witch.

romeo and juliet

The year is now 1933, and ever since Tristan and Isolde came out of hiding and began to produce offspring, it became clear that magical abilities were running strong in the family. After being forced to relocate their family because of several royal uprisings, Tristan and Isolde finally took their baby boy and took refuge in what is now Edinburgh. They changed their last name to Reid, and were hopelessly in love and happy away from the pressures of being royal. They raised him well, taught him how to be magical, taught him how to be the best wizard the world had seen. After Richard was born, the son of Tristan and Isolde, he went on to make a life for himself in Edinburgh, producing pureblooded offspring with a witch he found hiding in a seaside cottage he came across during an afternoon horseback ride. They fell in love and married quickly and quietly, and now, after centuries of pureblooded wizards and witches, Romeo was finally born, named after the character in the book that was written in the time of their oldest ancestor, King James. Romeo's father, Seamus, was a big literature fan, henceforth naming him after his favorite character. Romeo's childhood was simple, if anything, nothing really special about the boy's upbringing. He was a good boy, raised by his parents to feel wealthy and pure and special, and he went off to Hogwarts when he was eleven just as planned, like his relatives before him had. He was sorted into Slytherin, and proud of it. Romeo found his select group of friends and flourished at Hogwarts, popular and well known for his status and his parent's involvement in the development of Scotland's agriculture. Romeo kept his appearances up as being tough and pureblooded and important as much as he could, but there was something else that was constantly plaguing his mind, his every thought. It consumed him. It was his love for his best friend's sister. Her name was, coincidentally, Juliet, and before Romeo really knew what he was doing, he began courting her. Not only was she also from a long line of famous pureblooded wizards and witches, but she was extremely famous in the English community for her work in philanthropy, and Seamus and his wife couldn't have been happier with Romeo's choice of significant other. The two were married right after high school, and Juliet had their first child, Christian Michael, on September 1st, 1951. Things were going better than great for the two. Their marriage was perfect, their baby boy would inherit the family business and go on to produce most of the agriculture that kept Scotland alive, and Juliet was pregnant with twins. They moved into the Edinburgh castle and settled down to become the greatest family of wizards and witches the world had ever seen. But there was just one problem.

Romeo was into drugs and alcohol.

the c girls

Christian grew up happily, showered with gifts and toys at every turn. He lived in a castle, for Christ Sake. His parents owned Scotland for the most part. By the time Christian was six, he had five little sisters. The twins, Candace and Carli, Cadrian, Camille, and baby Camryn, all barely a year a apart. But when Christian turned seven, he noticed something was wrong with his mother. Juliet had so many children so quickly, it was effecting her health at an alarming rate. One morning, Christian went in to check on his mother, but when he climbed onto her giant bed, laden with silk and pillows, she didn't open her eyes. He shook her over and over, but nothing worked. Christian began to scream for his father, but no one heard him the giant castle until one of his many maids was passing by to change Camryn's diaper and heard him crying and screaming. She rushed in and saw Juliet splayed out on the sheets, her hair billowing out behind her, beautiful even in death. She called for a doctor, the best in town, but there was nothing to be done. She'd gotten a tumor during her last pregnancy, and she would have only had a few weeks left even if they would have found it. After the trauma of finding his mother dead, Christian spent a good four months in intense mourning, barely eating, never sleeping, rocking back and forth, afraid to close his eyes and see the burned image of his dead mother behind his eyelids. Finally, after the four months were over, Christian set off in search of his father, finding him in one of his studies, staring at a picture of his mother. Christian felt bad for his father; he knew how much his father loved his mother. Christian tried to get closer to his father, tried to comfort him, but Romeo wouldn't have it. He threw himself into his work and his alcohol, leaving the raising of his children to Christian, who took his sisters into his own hands. He taught Carli how to tie her shoes, taught Camille how to ride a bike, held Camryn when she cried at night. It was a lot for Christian to take on, but he did it without complaint. He knew his father appreciated it, deep down, and he knew he'd thank him some day. So Christian kept it up for four years, raising his sisters, waking his father up and taking the bottle of whiskey from his bedside table and replacing it with aspirin and a glass of water before he went to work. One day, while Christian was taking a stroll around the castle with Cadrian, teaching her how to whistle, he walked past his father's study. The door was just slightly ajar, and Cadrian hadn't seen her father since she was born, basically. Without really thinking about it, Christian opened the door wider and opened his mouth to announce himself and Cadrian, the sound of a gunshot making him shield Cadrian from the sound and crouching down. When Christian finally opened his eyes, there was a man he'd never seen before, lying on the ground, a pool of blood slowly getting bigger under him, and his father was behind his desk, the gun still cocked, his eyes bloodshot and crazy, his hair everywhere. Christian ordered his sister back to her room and walked over to his father's desk, catching sight of all the pills on his desk. Romeo ordered his son to leave the room and never tell anyone what had happened. But Christian had had enough. He felt a surge of something building inside of him, unaware of what was happening to his body. His hands were tingling, his limbs on fire, his heart pounding a mile a minute. Finally, the scream that Christian had been holding in for four years released itself, shattering the wall of glass behind his father and sending all the books from the shelves onto the ground, knocking his father down in the process and rendering him unconscious. When he finally stopped yelling, he took a deep breath and went back to his sisters, pulling them all up onto their parent's bed, promising them they'd never have to suffer again.

And he stayed true to his promise.

the aunts

Juliet had two sisters that she held very dear to her heart, who knew everything that had happened, who had been there for the kids when they died. Their names were Bridget and Frances, and when Christian finally decided it was time to get out of the hell hole he currently lived in, they were the first people he thought of. So, three days after the incident with his father, Christian stormed into his father's study, sitting down across from him in one of his office chairs, glaring right at him. Christian knew his father loved him, but it just wasn't enough anymore. And he wasn't a little kid anymore. He had to start thinking of his sisters. They needed a good life. Camryn was almost six, and she was going to need love and guidance from an adult. Christian was going off to school in the fall, and Camryn needed someone to look after her. It was time for him to take action. "I want to take the girls and live with the aunts," he'd stated firmly to his father, keeping his face set and angry, knowing that he wouldn't deny him this request. Romeo may have been fucked up beyond repair, but he had a soul, and he knew that his kids needed guardians. It couldn't be him anymore, especially since his ecstasy deals were getting even sketchier. "Done," he said to his son, and Christian nodded and stood, shaking his father's hand and walking out, never looking back. The next day, Aunt Jet and Fran showed up and took them to their little seaside cottage, and spent the entire first night holding Christian in their arms, letting him sleep in their bed. Christian cried all night, completely and totally aware of the fact that he just said goodbye to his father for the last time. He knew that when he parted ways with his father that day, it would be the last time he'd see him. Romeo sent thousands of dollars to the aunts to take care of his children, also well aware that he'd probably never see his kids again. So, the family continued on. Jet and Frances had good jobs at the Ministry and St. Mungo's, but left them to raise the children. They didn't need the money anymore, they were getting more than enough from Romeo. Christian went of the Hogwarts in the fall for his first year, finally with a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. He knew his baby girls were going to be taken care of; he trusted his aunts more than any other woman in the world. Besides his mother, of course. Christian is now off to his sixth year at Hogwarts, his sisters flourishing wonderfully, all blossoming into beautiful young women. Sometimes, the nightmares of seeing his dead mother and drugged father will wake him in a cold sweat, but Christian presses on. He has a life to live, a family to raise, an education to earn.


And now? He won't let anyone else stand in his way.



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Two weeks, six days, fourteen hours, and fifteen minutes.

That was how long it had been since Kiki Valentine had lost all control. Of her emotions, of her body, of her life, of her self. She couldn't even remember how it happened. She couldn't remember anything. Since it had happened, she'd just walked around the school, the empty shell of what used to be a normal teenage girl. Everything she knew about her world was shattered in an instant; gone forever, never to return. It was like being submerged in water. She knew things were going on around her, but she didn't know what they were. She didn't know anything. She was alone, she was depressed, she was nothing. Nothing with Jack. Jack Sparrow. Just the thought of his name made Kiki's heart rip itself out of her chest for the millionth time and rip into pieces. She knew that if she stopped thinking about it, the pain would go away, but how could she? Jack was the best thing that had happened to her, the reason she was happy. She reason she was alive. And when Jack ended things, when Jack disappeared, Kiki disappeared right along with him. He had taken not only a piece of her heart with it, but the whole thing. She didn't know how it was possible to feel this much pain in her chest without an actual heart, without any insides at all. She was nothing, she was worthless. She was doomed for eternity to be alone, to be lifeless. She'd never bounce back from this.

Two weeks, six days, fourteen hours, and sixteen minutes.

Kiki's mind could only comprehend two things since it had happened. Reality and Non-reality. Non-reality was black. The color of her soul, the color of her life and everything left in it. It didn't hurt so much, but that was only because it wasn't real. It was almost harder to deal with, because she never knew if something was acutally happening, or if it was all in her head. Reality was red, on the other hand, and the pain was enough to make her want to end her own life, right now. It felt like she was having the worst spells and hexes done to her, all at the same time. Like she was being drowned against her will, like she was being suffocated. Like she was being sawed in half. Like she was being thrown off of a tower. That was what the pain was like. It was unbearable, and the reason it was so bad was because again, it was all in her head. Physically, Kiki was fine. No, that was a lie, too. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had anything to drink. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept. Maybe she had done all those things and just didn't know it. That was possible, definitely. Since it had happened, she'd slip into a trance often, and open her eyes again hours later, completely unaware that she'd done anything for the last day and a half. It happened so often, Kiki couldn't remember anything, couldn't see anything. All she saw was Jack. Her brain could only handle his face. His voice. His smell. His hands. His chest. His laugh. His everything. That was the only person her brain could remember. Ever.

Two weeks, six days, fourteen hours, and seventeen minutes.

There was a hand on her knee suddenly. The touch was so familiar, it made her entire body ache with life and love, like she'd just been brought back from the dead. Kiki's breath caught and her lungs filled with something unfamiliar. Air, it was called. It was new to her; it felt nice. She looked down, and kneeling in front of her, it was like he'd never left. "Jack..." He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, her favorite outfit on him. He was smiling. Part of her brain screamed at her to run, to dislodge herself from this obstruction. It wasn't real. He wasn't real. She'd invented him. And she knew the minute he disappeared again, she'd be right back at square one. But it didn't matter now. Nothing mattered now. She placed her hand over his, her mouth unable to smile, but knowing in her heart that he knew how she felt. He didn't speak, just rubbed his hand on her knee, the most beautiful and wonderful feeling touch she'd felt in her entire existence. She'd give anything to keep his hand there, keep their bodies close. She'd give up her life to keep Jack this close to her forever. She'd sell her soul to keep him there forever. And then, as quickly as he'd come, he was gone, and she was being dragged away. His shadow disappeared instantly; the hallucination not as perfect as the real thing. And she was in something. What was it called? A room, right? Yes, that's right. She was in a room. An unfamiliar room. What was it used for? There were things all around, and something came out of them, didn't they? What was this place? A flicker of a past memory came to her, of Jack's face, of his mouth saying the word. "Bathroom," he had called it. Kiki blinked and looked around. So, this was a bathroom. Kiki looked around again, her face suddenly inches from another person. A girl. That was it, wasn't it? A girl? Kiki blinked at her. Her mouth was moving, but Kiki didn't know what she was saying. Was she speaking? Kiki had heard of that before, but didn't know how to talk to anyone but Jack. What did she say? She didn't know who this girl was. Were they...what was the word? Friends? Yes, that was right. Were they friends? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except for the fact that Jack was gone, once again, and Kiki was alone. The walls were starting to close in on her again; her lungs were collapsing, her shallow breathing becoming heavier. He was gone; reality was re-surfacing. Backing up further and further away from the girl, Kiki finally hit something solid and slid down, her body slamming against the floor. The tears came now. The uncontrollable sobbing. The loud weeping. Reality was here, and it wasn't going away this time. Jack was gone and he wasn't coming back.

"JACK!" she screamed, her arms reaching up to pull her hair out, her eyes bugging out while she screamed at the top of her lungs, her tears getting everywhere. "JACK! JACK! JACK! JAAAAAACK!" She was sobbing loudly, she was writhing on the floor in pure agony, her nails clawing at her skin, trying to rip it off, trying to reach her heart.

Maybe if she pulled it out herself, she wouldn't have to feel anything anymore.


It had been two weeks, six days, fourteen hours, and eighteen minutes since Kiki Valentine had lost everything.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, Biz, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

accepted !