The Transfer

Disclaimer—just like the last eleven times, I don't own or profit from any of this nonsense.

So the biggest complaint I get about this story, the main reason why people give up on it and decide it's not worth reading anymore is that Vinny is just too powerful. Too good at everything. Too perfect.

First of all, let me say that I didn't want to make him that way. I indented him to be very talented in some areas, while extremely deficient in others. I had too! What would have been the point of inserting a character that was average into a story full of above average people? If Vinny was a Neville clone, or worse a Creevey, following Harry around, worshipping at his alter, then what would have been the point of writing any of this down? He would have simply melted into the background and not had anything to contribute. I guess a different perspective on HBP would have been interesting for a few chapters, but if he isn't going to rewrite the story with his presence, then what's the point?

Would Hermione have given Vinny a second thought if he weren't enrolled in Arithmancy and Ancient Runes? Would Snape have paid him any attention if he weren't talented in DADA?

`He's too powerful!' they say `No one should have to bail Harry out of trouble'. Now, there I have to blatantly disagree. Harry, while VERY talented, is not an outgoing person or a `tough guy'. Vinny, as you have undoubtedly ready up to this point, is. When McLaggen landed on the pitch intending to beat the living hell out of ol' scar head, I can't believe that skinny, underfed Harry would have been able to defend himself, at least not with out his wand at the ready. I don't care if he has grown about a foot as Hermione said. McLaggen is a bruiser, Harry is not. Do a little math and you realize that someone needed to come to his aid. Besides, McLaggen hung around until Ron joined Vinny and Harry. Only then did he decide he didn't like the odds and left the pitch.

`Vinny's libido knows no bounds!' they say. `Every girl at Hogwarts has fallen for him!' Well, here I won't disagree so blatantly, but I will say that when you are new to a school, or a job, or any environment where everyone already knows everyone else, then you are going to generate a lot of interest. Vinny, like I said before, is very outgoing, especially when it comes to pretty girls. He is the kind who doesn't shy away from the fairer sex (Like Neville and, sadly, Harry to a lesser extent) and more importantly he's the kind of guy who will flirt when flirted with (Vinny and Ginny). He fell very hard for Hermione and she too is attracted to him, there is no doubt of that, but do they really belong together? This is an H/HR story after all, I have been saying that since the beginning, but I have also been trying to drop hints that V/HR is all wrong. Anyone remember Vinny's dream about Hermione by the fire? Much as he is attracted to her and infatuated with her, there are glaring deficiencies in their relationship. She's really not his type.

Now, if the root of all this discontent comes from the fact that Vinny is American…, well then I guess can't really argue my case there. He defiantly is just that. While I've tried to keep the `dudes' and `mans' to a minimum (Yes, a lot of us yanks really do talk that way), his attitude and…swagger I guess is the word, are undeniably Americano. He needed to be different in order to contrast the cannon characters so drastically. I guess he could have been Aussie, or South African or Canadian, but he ain't, he's just a dirty American white boy.

I've said it before and I'll say it again; Vinny is not going to be liked by everyone, but then again, the title of this story isn't `Harry Potter and the Transfer' is it?

Please enjoy,

CH11 Quidditch

That Friday, as Harry and his team held their final practice before the game against Slytherin and Hermione studied in the library, I sat in my spot by the fire, helping Seamus and Neville stay caught up with Snape's essays. They both had a pretty good handle on the most recent assignment, but they wanted me to look things over and give some pointers to make sure they got top marks. Still feeling responsible for Snape's explosion of assignments, I was happy to help.

“Looks, good Nev,” I said, handing him back his paper. “Oh, you might want to put your name on it through, before you hand it in I mean.”

He colored and rolled his eyes, penning his name to the parchment as Seamus handed his over next.

The portrait door opened and Hermione came in, her bag over her arm and her hair down from its daily styling. She looked lovely, and I wanted to say something to her, but before I could, she said, “Not helping them cheat are you?” in her full force, Prefect voice.

“Why? Will you be taking points if I am?” I said, looking back down at Seamus's paper.

“He's not Hermione, he's just checking over our work. Dotting our I's and crossing our t's, you know,” said Seamus, quick to try and disarm the situation. Everyone had seen the change between Hermione and I over the past few days. We hadn't said much to each other, and what we had said hadn't been pleasant.

She huffed and marched up the stairs without another word, and I was happy to see her go. After the incident with Parvati, I was starting to wonder if maybe she'd seen us kiss or something. She'd seemed upset enough.

“Someone really needs to knock the knot in her knickers loose,” said Seamus. I chuckled to myself, thinking that would be an enjoyable undertaking, but before I could comment Parvati appeared from the portrait, a small smile on her face.

“Hello Vinny, boys,” she said as she followed Hermione to the girls dorm.

“Got `em lining up now, do you?” said Seamus incredulously.

“Yeah, Vinny's got a little harem, eh Vin?” added Neville, winking at me.

“No, gentlemen,” I said, handing Seamus back his paper, “I'm a one woman man. Unfortunately, that woman has a knot in her knickers that needs loosening.”

They both laughed as we heard a loud `Pssst!' come from the still open portrait door.

“Vinny!” came a voice from the other side.

We peered through the opening to find Ginny crouched outside, wearing her Quidditch robs and a wide smile. “Come here a moment, please.”

“See Nev, lining up,” whispered Seamus under his breath as I started towards the open door.

I ducked through the door and heard it go shut behind me when Ginny smothered me in an intense embrace. She pinned me against the wall, pressing her body against mine and kissing me firmly on the cheek. I felt the swell of her breasts and the thrust of her hips against me and smelled the faint trace of the perfume she wore, though it was washed away by Quidditch practice and mostly replaced by perspiration. Still, this was girl sweat we're talking about, which is a perfume of its own.

“Damn it Ginny, warn a guy before you do that!” I cried, as I struggled to stay standing supported by suddenly week knees. She giggled and moved away, holding me at arms length so that I could see Luna was also standing in front of the painting with her.

“My sweet, sweet man!” said Ginny, hugging me again.

“Oh, what did I do now?” I moaned. It seemed like no matter what I did lately, someone was upset by it.

“You were very gentlemanly,” said Luna, from the other side of the passageway. She had her normal, dreamy look about her, but her eyes were focused on me clearly, like I had never seen before.

I looked at her curiously before it dawned on me; Parvati had just come through the door before they called me to join them. She must have told them about our little talk.

“Been talking to Parvati huh?” I said with a shrug. I hadn't counted on this earning me any points with anyone. I had done what I did out for respect for her and Hermione.

“Yes,” said Ginny delightedly, “What a nice guy you are to have turned her down like that.”

I laughed out loud at her words. I knew what she meant, but they sounded so strange.

“What, did you think I would have pulled a McLaggen and tried to hit her and forget her?” I said with a wink.

They both winced at the term, but Ginny said, “Well, we'd hoped you wouldn't, and you didn't disappoint.”

I smiled at her, her eyes still locked on me in veneration at my comments. Luna closed in on me then, looking like she wanted to hug me too. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for it, but she simply said, “We should tell Hermione about this, shouldn't we? She probably thinks you and Parvati have consummated your interest in each other…”

“If you think that's what's been wrong with her the last few days, then yes, defiantly tell her about it,” I said, peeling my eyes open to find (to my relief), Luna and Ginny still standing across the passageway from me.

“Hmmm, that might not be a bad idea,” said Ginny, putting her hand to her chin thoughtfully. “We'll see what we can do.”

I turned, leaving Ginny and Luna in a heated discussion and gave the password to the fat lady who said, “Such a nice boy,” as she swung the portrait open.

Despite his receiving constant affection from Lavender, Ron still wasn't feeling himself the next morning at breakfast when he and Harry came into the great hall. The Gryffindor table erupted in cheers at the sight of their captain and keeper while the Slytherins booed and hissed. I had even gotten into the spirit, transfiguring my purple Lakers sweatshirt into Gryffindor red with the traditional roaring lion on the front.

“Morning gentlemen,” I said as they sat down across from me. “Nervous Ron?”

Harry gave me a serious look and tried to distract Ron, “Tea? Coffee? Pumpkin Juice?”

“Double Jack Daniels on the rocks?” I joked.

“Anything,” mutter Ron miserably as he slunk into his seat. Lavender appeared a moment later and put her arms around his shoulders from behind him, causing Harry to scoot a few inches away with an uncomfortable look.

“Don't worry darling, you'll do fine. We'll all be cheering for you!” She kissed him lovingly on the cheek and set off with Parvati, Seamus and Neville, all decked out in red and gold.

“Yeah, don't worry Ron,” I said, in mock consolation, “The worst that can happen is that they get a few goals past you. Harry will probably catch the snitch before it becomes too big an issue.”

They both looked up at me from their breakfasts with distain but Hermione saved me from any harsh words as she approached the table.

“Morning boys, weather looks good doesn't it?” She stopped right behind Harry who was handing a glass of pumpkin juice to Ron and narrowed her eyes on the cup. “Harry, what did you just put in that drink?”

Ron had the drink to his lips but put it down and looked over his shoulder at Hermione. “What are you on about?”

“Harry just put something in that drink Ron! If it's what I think it is then—“

“Honestly Hermione, must you be a Prefect all the time?” spat Harry, stowing a familiar looking bottle in his robes. As it fell past the opening of his pocket I noted the wax seal still in place around it's opening and realized, that for whatever reason, he had not put anything in Ron's glass.

“Hermione, I don't think--,”

But Ron's patience evaporated, leaving only frustration as he said, “It's bad enough I've been rubbish at every practice this week, now I have to listen to you lot going on about a glass of bloody pumpkin juice!” he chugged the glass, slamming it down on the table. “There, what's done is done! Let's go Harry!”

As they got up from the table, Harry looked at me from the corner of his eye and winked. I gave him a nod of understanding and motioned for Hermione to sit down in their place.

“I can't believe he would put the Felix Felicis potion in Ron's drink! How could he put me in this position? I should be going to McGonagall with this!”

“Calm down Hermione,” I said with my hands raised in surrender, “Harry didn't put anything in the cup. He just wanted Ron to think he did so he would get over his nerves.”

“But I saw--,”

“Trust me, he never opened the bottle.”

She furrowed her brow and leaned in across the table, “You mean you watched him take out the flask, but not open it?”

“Well no. I saw the flask and watched him put it back in his pocket, but he didn't put any of it in the cup.”

“Vinny, how do you know he didn't, if you didn't watch him the whole time?” she said with her hands flat on the tabletop, glaring at me suspiciously.

“Because the wax seal that was on it when he got it from Sluggy was still in place when he put it back in his pocket! I just saw it with my own eyes!”

Her suspicious gaze didn't falter until I stood up and glared back at her. “Do you think it's some kind of conspiracy against you or something?”

Her eyes went wide for a moment and she looked around at the other students seated near us uncomfortably as I went on, “Harry knows it's illegal to use the potion for a sporting event! I may suck donkey at potions, but even I heard Slughorn say that!”

She grabbed my arm and pulled me back down to my seat, noting the many eyes that were looking up from their breakfasts at us. “Ok, alright, Vinny. I didn't mean to accuse, I guess I just…”

We fell silent and stared at each other as we both tried to calm down.

“Maybe he's trying to help Ron get his confidence back,” she said finally. She rested her elbow on the table with her chin in her open hand. “I suppose if Ron thought he could do no wrong, he wouldn't be lacking for self assurance, now would he?”

“No, I guess not. Smart guy, that Harry Potter.”

“Yes, he can be very clever… when he needs to be.”

We rose and started for the pitch with an unspoken truce called between us then. I was happy just to have a conversation with her that didn't end with us yelling at each other over something not worth getting upset about and then huffing off to our neutral corners.

We found our seats as Harry and his team took the field to a chorus of cheers from one side of the stands and boos from the other. It seemed like the whole school was here, I wondered if anyone was left in the castle.

The referee, Madam Hooch, greeted Harry and the Slytherin captain, a seventh year guy I didn't know, and with the shrill cry of her whistle the match was on. Hermione was screaming at the top of her lungs as Harry went whipping by on high alert for any sign of the Snitch. Ron was tested nearly right away, but he saved the attempt and handed off to Ginny who scored her first of many goals. Ron let nothing through the whole game, apparently Harry's little trick was working, and about thirty minutes in, Harry and the Slytherin captain went into a power dive that signaled the Snitch had been sighted.

“Oh, Harry!” cried Hermione nervously as she rang her hands and jumped up and down with such intensity that I thought she might fall over the railing onto the field. Though he was a few hundred feet away, he seemed to hear her and shot forward; catching up to the Slytherin seeker whose hand was already extended to catch the Snitch. Something strange happened then, Harry said something to him that distracted him, or he lost his balance, because a moment later it was all over. Harry had the Snitch in hand and the whole team was descending to the field as the crowd around me erupted with cheers.

The entire match the commentator had been especially abusive towards the Gryffindor team, despite their excellent play and the fact that they had just shut out their opponents. Ginny had apparently had her fill of the critique and went crashing into the commentator's box, leveling whoever was unfortunate enough to be in it.

“Oh, there will be a party tonight in the Common Room for sure!” said Hermione brightly as we walked down the steps towards the changing rooms to catch up with the team. “They all played brilliantly!”

“Even Ron?” I prodded, hoping she would be careful with what she said to him when we got into the changing room. She could have easily offended him with more talk about the Felix potion.

“Yes, even Ron,” she said with an eye roll. “I believe you Vinny. I don't think Harry gave it to him.”

“Well good. Then when we get in there, make sure you tell him that.”

The changing room was full of cheering fans and players when we arrived. Harry and Ron were surrounded by students; all congratulating them and asking them to recount this goal, or that save, or when the Snitch had been caught.

“So, am I getting points taken for cheating, Madam Prefect?” said Harry nervously as we approached. He raised his hands defensively and I could see the tiny bottle cupped in one of them.

“No, no. Vinny convinced me that you didn't use the potion,” said Hermione, crossing her arms in front of her.

“You didn't?” cried Ron as Lavender and Parvati pushed through the crowd. Lavender launched herself at Ron, kissing him fiercely and hurrying him to get dressed so they could get back to the Common Room for the party.

Harry showed Ron the unopened bottle and his eyes went wide as Lavender led him away by the hand.

“So I did it all on my own? You prat Harry! Don't ever do that again!” he laughed. Lavender gave one more hard tug and then he was gone.

“See you at the party guys,” said Parvati quietly as she followed Ron and Lavender. She'd said it to all of us, but she looked at me from the corner of her eye as she passed, doing a horrible job of subtly glancing at me.

The effect was not lost on Hermione.

“I'll see you in the Common Room, then,” she said with a touch of annoyance in her voice and left the room without even congratulating Harry on his win.

“Wait Hermione, she--,” but she ignored me and walked out as I was left wondering if Ginny had talked to her like she said she would. I should track her down and ask her.

“Good match, Harry. You made it look easy up there,” I said to him over a group of second years that had come in and surrounded him with wide, admiring eyes.

“Thanks. Hey, come and find me during the party ok? I need to talk to you about something important,” he said, giving me a significant look that told me we wouldn't be discussing Quidditch formations.

“Sure,” I replied and turned to let him get cleaned up.

The Common room was packed when I arrived and the party was already in full swing. Despite the win out on the pitch and the roaring festivities all around me, I didn't feel much like partying and decided to just wait in the dorm for Harry to come up for our conversation. I made my way towards the stairs to the boy's dorms when I felt a harsh coldness against my neck.

“What the shit?!”

I whirled around to find Ginny standing there with two ice-cold bottles of butterbeer in her hands and a mischievous smile on her face.

“Got ya,” she said and handed me a bottle.

“I'll get you back, when you least expect it…” I said menacingly, my eyes wandering over her, plotting the many places to which I would like to press a cold bottle of butterbeer.

“Oh yeah?” she said back, putting a hand on her hip.

I smiled at her and decided it was time to change the subject before I said something incriminating. “Where's Dean, I wonder,” I said, scanning the room.

“Oh, he and Seamus went to their secret stash for some more party supplies,” she said indicating her half empty drink.

“Ah. Well, congratulations Gin, you were amazing up there today,” I said as I popped the top to my bottle.

“Well, thank you! I'm surprised you even watched the game though. You were sitting next to Hermione weren't you? Found time to take your eyes off her?”

“Actually, I'm glad you mentioned Hermione,” I said taking a swig of the sickly-sweet liquid. “You never got around to telling her about what happened with Parvati, did you?”

Her face fell and she only replied, “Oops.”

“Yeah, oops. I could tell. She hasn't said much to me in the last few days. Do you think you'll have a chanced to talk to her soon?”

“Hmm, “ she said, looking around the room, “Do you see her anywhere?”

I was a good deal taller than Ginny and spotted Hermione across the room by the fire, surrounded by Creeveys.

“Yeah, she's over in the chair near the fireplace. If you hurry, you can save her from a Creevey tag-team.”

“Right, I'm on it,” she said, disappearing into the crowd.

I leaned against the wall behind me then and chugged the rest of the butterbeer she had given me, not wanting to waste it, but not really liking it either. It was like really weak butterscotch schnopps. A little gross, and not even strong enough to mess you up. If she did get to talk to Hermione about how I had turned down Parvati just for the chance to be with her, then I should wait it out in the Common Room and see what became of things.

There was a loud cheer as Harry entered, the conquering hero, and I watched with amusement as Romilda Vane sauntered up to him and pinned him against the wall.

Better go and save him, I thought as I crossed the room.

“…and I'm sure you'll like how I look in it too. My Mum got it for me for special occasions,” Romilda was saying in Harry's ear as I approached.

I cleared my throat loudly and said, “Harry uh, did you want to talk to me now, or can it wait a bit?”

He looked at me with grateful relief from behind Romilda's head and said, “Oh damn, I forgot, Vinny. It can't wait; we'd better talk about it now.” He loosed himself from Romilda's grasp and guided me back out the portrait door to the empty hallway.

“Thank Merlin! That Bird is crazy. She won't take no for an answer!” he cried, once the portrait swung shut behind us.

“Maybe if you weren't such a Sexy Bitch,“ I joked. “So what are we talking about, huh? Romilda and Parvati?”

He laughed and said, “No, this is serious, I'm afraid. Lets find some place private.”

He led me down the hall to the first empty classroom and shut the door behind us as we entered.

“I would ask Ron and Hermione to help me with this, but for whatever reason, they refuse to believe that Malfoy is up to something.”

I sat on the teacher's desk, not surprised that this was the topic of conversation Harry had chose and said, “So what are you planning to do to him? Whatever it is, I'll definitely help!”

Harry smiled and said, “Good. I was hoping I could count on you. It's like McGonagall said, we need to keep tabs him and find out what he's doing.”

“Hmm,” I said thoughtfully, “We should come up with some way to track him, like how Spiderman had those tracer thingies that he stuck on people and then he could track them around the city with his Spidey Sense…” I watched as Harry's face change from serious consideration at what I was saying to an almost mocking grin, leaving me embarrassed that I knew that much about Spiderman.

“Well if it's tracking his movements you're after,” he said, producing a piece of parchment from inside his robes, “then I think I have that covered.”

He put the parchment down on the table between us and tapped it with his wand saying, “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” A moment later the paper was alive with magic. It had transformed into a map of the whole school, complete with real-time indicators for where everyone was at that exact moment. It was amazing.

“Holy crap, Dude!” I cried, “Where did you get that?” I peered down at the classroom next to the Gryffindor Common Room and was disappointed to see that Harry Potter and Vicenzo Giovani DiFranco were standing alone in the room. Thankfully, Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger's icons were still together in the Common Room.

“It's a long story, but I can see where Malfoy is all the time with this,” Harry said with pride as tapped the map with his wand and folded it up.

“Then I'm confused,” I said, crossing my arms in front of me, “If you already know where he is, why do you need my help?”

“Well,” he began, pausing to find the words, “Don't take this the wrong way Vinny, but I don't know anyone else who'll help. Like I said, Hermione and Ron are both convinced that Malfoy had nothing to do with the attack during the Hogsmeade weekend, and they both think that the school is safe enough that there won't be any more trouble as long as we all stay inside. I mean, you've seen Hermione, she cares more about my bloody Potions book than Malfoy for some reason.”

“Yeah, but that might have to do with that diary you found a few years back, remember?” I said, looking at him with arched eyebrows.

“Oh, you heard about that, did you?” he said meekly. I was surprised by his reaction. If I had killed a Basilisk with a magic sword when I was thirteen, every goddamn person I know would have heard about it.

“Yeah, Ron told me about it. Polyjuice potion, Heir of Slytherin... you never have a quiet year at school do you?”

His sheepish expression broke into a smile then, but he still rolled his eyes and said, “No, I guess not.”

He looked down at the stone floor and leaned back against the student's desk behind him, his face gone dark in contemplation. Then a moment later, “You should put a lot of thought into this, Vinny. What I'm asking--, what I've had to ask of people in the past…” he trailed off, lost in thought.

My own mind started working then as my father's warnings about Harry resurfaced after having been disregarded for months. He'd been trying to warn me to keep away from Harry based on what his Ministry contacts had said about him. Of course, I had since found out that a good portion of those contacts could have been Death Eaters, or at least supporters of Voldemort. I wondered what my father would have said if he knew everything that I knew. He'd had enough faith in Dumbledore, Hogwarts and maybe even Harry Potter to let me stay and finish the year. Then again, maybe I should just keep my head down and stay out of trouble.

“All I know is this Vinny: if things go bad, I mean if there is a fight or any kind of trouble,” he looked back up at me with a resolute expression, “I'd defiantly like to have you in my corner.”

It was a simple, almost laughable request. Hadn't we had each other's backs over the last few months? When McLaggen had landed on the pitch intending to pound Harry's glasses out the backside of his head, hadn't I intervened? When Malfoy had started in on me about Snape and the Lethifold essay, hadn't he been the first one to tell him off?

“Harry, of course I'll help you! Do you think I'd just stand by and watch as a fight broke out? That I'd do nothing?”

“No, I mean… I don't know what you'd do--no one does! You can't tell until it all happens and then it's happening so fast and you act without thinking and people are trying to kill you and…”

“Look Harry,” as I spoke he dropped his arms to his side in frustration, obviously the conversation wasn't going the way he'd planned. “I've been in a lot of duels—and quite a few fights, now that you mention it. While I've never had anyone trying to kill me, at least not that I know of, I'm not a stranger to trouble.”

That was the truth, plain and simple as I could put it. I didn't go looking for trouble. I never went out of my way to get into fights, but there are times, especially when you're involved in a thing as competitive and violent as a duel, when tempers flare and you're opponent isn't just trying to disarm you anymore, he's trying to hurt you. I could definitely handle myself, certainly better than Neville, Ron or Luna could: three people who I had come to know had accompanied him into the Department of Mysteries the prior year. Maybe that was why he wasn't having this conversation with any of them.

More than that though, I was on the right side of things, as Hermione had said I was back on the first day of school. I didn't think Muggles should be exterminated from the planet like a disease. I didn't think that anyone not born to wizarding parents was beneath me. I didn't think Voldemort's ideology was right in any way. In fact, I realized, sitting there across from a still uncomfortable looking Harry, that if given the chance, I'd gladly fight anyone who did. So I just said, “If there is ever anything I can do to help you, just say the word, ok?”

Harry's face turned in a calm smile at my words, and as the anxious cloud that hung in the room evaporated, I went on, “Besides, so far this is really just about Malfoy, right? If you ever need anything done to him…” I grabbed an imaginary Malfoy in a headlock and punched repeatedly.

“Take this you little, mouse—rat—weasel—rodent—looking son of a…”

“Ferret,” Harry said, his smile now wide, “He looks like a ferret.”

“Yeah! That's it! I was always thinking rat, but it just didn't seem right. Ferret, yeah. I think it's the hair…”

“Well, in forth year he got transfigured into one as a punishment,” he explained, “Funniest thing I've ever seen.”

“Jeez, remind me not to piss of the teacher that did that.…”

“Oh, you don't need to worry.”

We exited the classroom and started back toward the Common Room as Harry said, “Malfoy is definitely a worry, but Snape is up to something too. I've never seen him assign this much work. I thought it was just some sort of power trip he was on, but he's gone mental now. We never have any free time with all these rubbish essays to write.”

“That's true,” I said. I hadn't thought of that. I had figured the extra workload was some sort of vendetta against me, but now that Harry mentioned it, maybe Snape had some other motivation. .

“Yeah, definitely,” said Harry, his mind wandering over the possibilities. “They're up to something, we just need to keep our eyes on them till they make a move. We'll be ready.”

“Ready for Malfoy or Snape,” I said, as Harry spoke `Dilgrout' to the portrait and it swung open. “But are you ready for Romilda?”

She was waiting for him in the exact spot where he'd left her standing. I laughed as we approached and her expression sweetened, then as we passed and it soured.

“I need to get a girlfriend just to keep girls like her at bay,” muttered Harry.

AN- Poor Harry, your girl is right there in front of you, ya blind…

Anyway, next time Vinny gets his buttons pushed in - Showdown.