DISCLAMER: I DO NOT OWN SAILOR MOON OR HARRY POTTER. THE IDEA IS NOT MINE BUT A CHALLENGE FOR JAY FICLOVER.

Hogwarts Secret Scandal 6

Whispering Wind

When Serena learned that Lavender and Parvarti used Cheering Charms on her she was quite upset. Though she was a little grateful in their efforts to help her feel better, she wasn't done venting her frustration. Hogwarts wasn't to her satisfaction. She missed Salem Witches Academy and that is where—in her mind—she belonged.

Still, that was just her first day and she hadn't tried all her classes. Perhaps her second day would be better. She tried to make an effort and wore a red and gold kerchief around her head. Not only was she trying to show some school spirit—well—more like house spirit, she needed away to keep her hair back when she had Herbology.

The first class was Divination with Firenze the centaur in classroom eleven on the first floor. Serena gasped in surprise as the room had a floor of grass, flowers and walls of trees. It was even in a late summer, early autumn scene.

"Wow," said Serena, "Impressive."

"It's to remind him of home," Parvarti explained in a whisper. "His herd kicked him out because he was going to teach us! Can you imagine your family kicking you out of your home!"

Serena sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I can." She remembered how she was taken from Salem against her will.

"He's so nice to be willing to teach us," Parvarti said dreamily. "Even though it's forbidden and everything. I think he's so gorgeous."

"Well, yeah, I guess he is," Serena said in a confused voice as she scratched her head. "But he's half horse you know—I don't think pursuing a relationship with him would work out."

"Who said I wanted to pursue a relationship?" Parvarti demanded red in the face. "I just aid he was gorgeous!"

Serena laughed. "All right then."

"Welcome to your last year of Divination," Firenze said politely. "I will like to welcome our new student Serena White to our school. It was foretold you would be here." He bowed his head and Serena nodded then leaned to Parvarti.

"Wow, he's good," Serena said in a whisper.

"It gets better," Parvarti said.

As with last year, I will teach you for the first term and then you will be with Professor Trelawney. This term we will observe the power of nature."

"Oooh!" Lavender breathed.

"There are many things nature can tell us," Firenze went on, gesturing to the surroundings. "If we listen to them they can tell us important things. Now, for this month we shall study wind scrying. Can anyone tell me what that is?"

He looked around and Serena raised her hand. "I guess we just sit and listen to the wind?"

"Correct," Firenze replied. "Ten points for Gryffindor."

"Wow," Serena said, "good guess."

"Wind Scrying is practice much by centaurs," Firenze explained, "but it is also practiced by humans, mainly the Greeks. There are two ways wind scrying is done. You can hang wands or sticks from oak trees and listen for the wind's voice. What centaurs normally do is find a quite place, particularly under a tree and block out all other thoughts. The wind will talk to you but for that to happen, you must become the wind."

All the students, not just Parvarti and Lavender, seemed to like this idea. Seamus Finnigan and Neville Longbottom sat up in interest.

"Now, sit under a tree if you're not already," Firenze instructed, "and just relax. Don't worry if the wind does not talk to you today. We'll continue wind scrying for this month. You have the whole period to listen to the wind."

A whole period of just sitting and listening to the wind didn't sound too bad at all. The students made themselves comfortable at the trunks of trees, closed their eyes and tried to concentrate.

'Well, I think I can say I'll like this class,' Serena thought as she stretched and leaned against her tree trunk. 'All I have to do is sit here and daydream. Maybe I can even get away with falling asleep.'

Within ten minutes, Serena did fall asleep. It was so quiet and she felt so relaxed she really couldn't help herself. While she was dozing, she could hear a soft voice carried on the wind.

"Serenity."

Serena made no action that she heard the voice. She continued to sleep against her tree trunk. The voice spoke to her again in a whisper.

"Serenity."

Serena heard the voice but thought she was only dreaming. She mumbled something incoherent as her head drooped on her shoulder.

"Serenity. Serenity. Serenity."

"What's Serenity?" Serena mumbled sleepily.

"Serenity. Princess Serenity."

"Huh?"

"If you could wake up now, Serena White," said a stronger voice and the wind stopped speaking to Serena at once.

Serena blinked, rubbed her eyes and pulled her head off her shoulder. She stiffened when she saw Firenze looking at her.

"Oh, Professor Centaur guy sir! I'm so sorry I fell asleep!" she exclaimed. "I didn't mean to. It was just so nice here and I was so relaxed. Please don't punish me, Professor! I'm already serving detention."

"No need to call me Professor," Firenze said, "you can call me Firenze."

"Right, sorry, Firenze."

"Do not be sorry," Firenze said kindly. "It is common to fall asleep when wind scrying."

Serena breathed a sigh of relief and Firenze began to give instructions.

"Very good," he said. "Did the wind speak to any of you?"

No one raised their hands, even Parvarti and Lavender as Divination had always become easy to them. After seeing that no one commented, Serena remembered what she heard. She may have been dreaming but she thought she should at least try to participate in her new class.

"Hey," said Serena suddenly.

"Yes?"

Serena's cheeks went a little pink and she shrugged. "Well, I was asleep so I don't know if was the wind or I was just dreaming. But I heard something."

"What did you hear?" Lavender asked excitedly.

"Just a word: serenity." Serena told her and she looked up at the centaur. "What does that mean, Pro—I mean Firenze?"

"I cannot interpret your scrying," Firenze said with a shake of his head. "The wind speaks different things to all of us. It will tell only what you should know and it is up to you to figure it out. Now, as you may already be busy with your NEWT's, I will assign you no homework."

"Brilliant!" Seamus exclaimed.

"However, I would encourage you all to practice scrying when you get the chance," Firenze went on. "Perhaps now would be a good time as the weather is nice. You can do you homework outside and practice scrying in between."

The bell rang.

"Ah, our time is over," Firenze said with some sadness. "Until our next lesson then. Farewell."

After waiting for Lavender and Parvarti to thank Firenze for an interesting lesson Serena followed the girls out.

"I'm going to try this wind scrying stuff when I study," Serena admitted, "then maybe the wind will tell me all the answers!"


Though Serena did enjoy Herbology and flowers, she didn't really like smelling like dragon dung or having to look behind her back every so often to evade a venomous tentacula attack .She was glad that she at least held her hair back with her kerchief so it wouldn't be falling into the dirt. She preferred working with pretty flowers instead of plants that could eat people. She heard Harry laughing and pointing outside.

"Hey look!" he exclaimed. "That new flying instructor is giving a lesson."

The students in the greenhouse looked out the window. Indeed, Madame McCloud was teaching the first year Slytherins and Gryffindors.

"Remember our first flying lesson?" Harry asked the others, nodding to the first year Slytherins and Gryffindors. "It was brilliant."

"It wasn't for me," Neville mumbled, throwing dirt around his plant.

A few laughed.

"Well, at least, Harry got your Remembral back," Dean told him.

"True," Neville shrugged.

"Will you be at Quidditch Tryouts this Friday, Serena?" Harry asked suddenly.

"If I won't be in detention," Serena said gloomily.

"Detention!" Harry demanded, aghast. "Is this guy somehow related to Umbridge?"

"Merlin, I hope not," Ron groaned.

Instead of working on his Herbology assignment, Harry watched the first years learn how to fly outside. He could recall clearly every detail about his first flying lesson. How the broom came right to his hand when he told it too. Straddling the broom, flying it, feeling the wind in his face and catching Neville' Remembral in the air. Neville asked him many times how he was able to get it back but Harry didn't know how to explain it. It just came natural. Everything seemed so simple then. How he wished he had a Time Turner just to go back and do it again.

"Hold your hand over your broom," Professor McCloud commanded, "and say 'up.'"

The students obeyed but the brooms didn't. Some were rolling inches back and forth, some actually rolled away from the students so they had to go chase it. But what happened to Reenie was an unique case. Perhaps not even Madame Hooch had seen it happen in her years of teaching.

"Up!" Reenie said firmly. "Come on! UP!"

She growled. 'I can call Pegasus but I can't get a stupid broom to move!'

"In the name of the moon," Reenie said under her breath, "I command you to get up here!"

Still, it didn't zoom up to her hand. Instead, it spun around like atop, hitting her in the heels and causing her to fall on her backside.

"Ahhh!" Rini screamed.

"Oh, Reenie, are you all right?" Rose asked in concern.

"Do I look like I'm all right?" Reenie demanded.

"There's a jinx on that broom!" Harry laughed.

"At least it didn't hit her in the face," Ron muttered.

He spoke to soon. The broom did just that. It hit her in the face and started sweeping her away. Furious, Reenie pulled some of its sweepers out.

"Stupid broom!" Reenie snarled.

After giving Reenie a hard time, the broom moved onto the other students. Madame McCloud watched in surprise.

"What in the world?"

"Madam McCloud!" a Gryffindor whined as the broom smacked his shins. "Please do something! Ouch! Ouch!"

"I'm never playing quidditch," a first year Slytherin declared, "NEVER!"

Madame McCloud lifted her wand and took the hex off. The broom, which had just been smacking someone over the head with the sweeping end, fell right down. Everyone sighed in relief.

"All right," Reenie said, putting her hands on her hips and glaring the others, "who made this broom evil!"

"What is she doing?" Serena questioned, raising an eyebrow. "She's going to make a fool of herself."

"No one," Madame McCloud stated, "it seems that this broom was just offended."

"I didn't mean to offend it!" Reenie groaned.

"Some times brooms act the way we don't want them too," McCloud explained. "Especially when they're not used for a long time. Now, let's try this again."

"Do we have too?" the Gryffindor boy asked, rubbing his shins.

"Yes, Mr. Pollard, we do."

"Would you all return to your nightshades?" Professor Sprout demanded the group watching the flying lesson outside.

"Yes, Professor," Ron muttered.

Then Serena felt something tickling her. "Hey, Ron, stop tickling me."

"I'm not," he muttered.

"Yeah you are! Ha-ha! Cut it out!" She pushed him aside.

"Serena, I'm not tickling you!" Ron insisted.

Then something grabbed her from behind. She screamed. Everyone ducked the Tentacula's feelers searching for people to grab.

"Professor!" Serena cried, wiggling desperately to free herself. She somehow felt like she's been in situations like this dozens of times, but never at her old school.

Professor Sprout raised her wand at the large red plant. "Expelliarmus!"

Serena dropped to the floor and Harry took her arm. "You all right, Serena?"

"Did Madame McCloud's class see that?" Serena asked.

"I don't think so," he answered.

"Then I'm fine."


Despite nearly becoming tentacula food, Serena's second day was becoming better. Her next class was History of Magic. Even though Harry and some others didn't have History of Magic in their sixth year, they were given permission to have it since they would have a new teacher. For only her first day of teaching, Professor Oville already had apples and other treats piled on her desk from students.

The boys were giving her much more attention than they had ever allowed Professor Binns. Hermione rolled her eyes, wishing they'd grow up. Professor Oville tapped her blackboard and a time line of ancient Egypt appeared. Ron grinned. With a Curse-Breaker brother from Egypt, he should have no trouble during this lesson.

"Now, has anyone heard about the book of the dead?"

A split second before Hermione raised her hand, Ron did just that. "I have!" he exclaimed with his eyes glistening. "It's a book of magic in one of the pyramids! It's taken from the Papyrus of Ani"

"Excellent, Mr. Weasley," Professor Oville praised. "Ten points to Gryffindor. Now then, let's discuss the tombs of Egypt…"

Unlike Binns, when Professor Oville taught she didn't stand behind a podium and read notes. She walked around the room, asking questions, reading from her book and giving information. Her long greenish-black hair swished with each step and turned and it was nearly impossible for the boys to turn and glance back at her. With every question she asked about Egypt, Ron answered quickly and correctly. He even made comments about Egyptian curses.

"Mr. Weasley, I am quite impressed with your knowledge about Egyptian history!" Professor Oville smiled, causing the red headed boy to blush.

"Why, thank you, Professor," Ron said thickly.

"Have you been to Egypt by chance?"

"Yeah!" he replied and sat up straight, puffing out his chest. "You see, I'm an Egyptian Curse breaker…"

There were a few titters in the room. Hermione glared.

"I mean, my brother is a Curse Breaker," Ron corrected with a sigh. "We visited him a couple of years ago."

"Interesting," Professor Oville smiled and she continued to give the lecture. Serena found some of the information interesting but why did she have to learn it? She wsa never going to go to Egypt and when Professor Oville assigned them an essay assignment, the more she was sure of it.


With all the homework and detention Serena acquired on her first week at Hogwarts she had no time to practice for the new Chaser position. After each detention she asked Professor Shields if she still had to do detention for Friday and he told her it depended on how well she kept to the lines. Serena did try following them.

Besides serving detention, Serena did like some of her new classes. Charms was always one of her favorites so she enjoyed Flitwick's class. She thought he was a cute little man, having to stand on all those books so he could teach. Though Serena liked Charms, it was difficult to remember all those many different charms, what they did and what the incantation was and the wand movement.

In Potions she tried harder not to throw or yell at Snape and she worked with Harry closely. She could tell that Snape was watching her, expecting her to make mistakes. She read, trying not to giggle, the book for Darien's class. It was a scary book but she also found it funny. Why would anyone just decide to sell their soul to the darkness? It didn't make any sense. Perhaps Professor Shields was right in having them read it.

When Serena got a free moment, sometimes during breakfast or lunch, she would go outside to work on her essays. She decided to follow Firenze's tip about practicing wind scrying while doing her homework. The wind didn't give her inspiration for her essays or any information helpful. It just always told her the same word. Serenity.

But how was that supposed to look on an essay? What was wind scrying good for anyway?

Perhaps this day would be different. During lunch on Friday, Serena tried to work on her animagus essay for transfiguration. She thought it was dumb. Why would McGonagall care if she wanted to be a bunny or not? What if Serena had a really personal reason? What was McGonagall's reason for being a cat animagus? It couldn't just because she thought they were cute.

"Right," Serena said, titling her transfiguration essay. "Why I want to be a rabbit animagus." She tapped her mouth with her pink Fwooper quill. "Why I want to be a rabbit animagus…why I want to be a rabbit animagus. Well, I know why I want to be a rabbit animagus, they're cute!"

Serena groaned as she laid back down, staring at the sky. "Shouldn't that be good enough for Professor McGonagall? That would be good enough for Professor Meyers, wouldn't it?"

Serena pondered for a moment then sat up. She explained how she thought bunnies were cute and how she always liked them. She remembered the Japanese of a bunny on the moon. She explained about a rabbit's diet and what she knew about rabbits. It had only filled two pages of parchment and she still had more to write about. Why did Professor McGonagall have to assign this essay so early in the year? Shouldn't they learn more about animagi first?

Stumped, Serena leaned against the trunk of her tree and closed her eyes. She needed more words for her essay. But after thirty minutes of sitting there, no words came. The wind didn't speak to her about transfiguration or rabbits or anything that would help her in any of her subjects. All did was just blow in her hair. Finally, again just as it did in divination class, the wind whispered the same word.

"Serenity. Serenity. Serenity."

Serena breathed deeply. She was about to stop the scrying but something in her told her to remain still. Perhaps the wind would tell her more.

"Serenity. Serenity. Serenity."

As the wind spoke these words, Serena saw something. Perhaps it was just a daydream or maybe there was a meaning behind it. She saw a kingdom on the moon and people walking around. People lived there, just like they lived on Earth. There was a very elegant lady in a white dress with silver hair in pigtails having an upturned crescent moon on her forehead. Serena never saw this woman before. Neither in real life or her dreams. There was something about this daydream. Though it was strange it felt real, as if Serena had been there. It seemed as if Serena had two sides. The every day Serena White was there asleep against the tree trunk but another side, deep down and forgotten, was wide awake and taking in every word.

"Time to remember. Search for the truth. Remember. Serenity. Serenity. Serenity…"

Serena's eyes flashed open and she rubbed her head. "Well, I guess the wind isn't going to help me with my homework. I'll try again another day."

That evening, Serena arrived at Professor Shield's classroom for detention. Last night she asked him if she could go to Quidditch Tryouts or if Professor Shields intended on having her breaking her promise to Harry Potter. His reply was still the same. "We will see how you abide by those lines."

"Evening, Professor," Serena said as she sat down and pulled out her writing materials.

"Evening," Professor Shields said.

Midway through her paper, Darien stood up from his desk and walked to her. "Miss White, what are you doing here?"

"I had detention with you tonight," Serena told him. "You said I would have to have detention with you every evening for—well—you really didn't tell me how long I'd have to do this…sir."

"That's right," Darien said, glancing at the window. "Have you thrown any objects at anyone in authority lately?"

"No sir," Serena said honestly. She knew if she had thrown anything it would risk her position on the team. Once she got the part, maybe she could throw things or maybe not. When someone ticked her off, she just saved her anger until she was away from other students. She didn't want to risk losing that position or breaking the promise she made to Harry. Serena hated to break promises. Serena didn't want people to think she couldn't be trusted.

"Well then," he said, "you had better hurry off to the Quidditch Pitch unless you want to break your promise with Harry Potter."

"Huh?"

"You can do this detention another time," Darien said, "I believe you may still need more discipline but perhaps if you throw a Quaffle around tonight you'll release your anger in a more—controlled sort away."

"You mean, I can go to Quidditch Tryouts?" Serena asked, rising from her seat.

Darien nodded and Serena grinned.

"Thank you, Professor Shields!" Serena exclaimed and something deep inside made her want to throw her arms around him and kiss him. She put her writing materials in her bag and started to leave.

"Oh, Miss White?"

"Yes, Professor?" Serena asked with her hand on the doorknob.

Darien gave her a warm encouraging smile that looked unbelievably familiar. A smile that she must've seen hundreds of times that lit a fire of hope inside her. It made her feel as if she could do anything.

"Good luck."

Serena's smile widened. She couldn't believe it. Not only did Professor Shields allow her to go to Quidditch Tryouts, he was wishing her luck! It was so strange. There were times where she did want to throw things at him and yell at him but right now, this moment, she saw a side of Professor Shields she certainly could get used to.

"Thank you, Professor Shields!"

Serena ran with lightening speed up to the Gryffindor tower. Tryouts had already started. They couldn't have already filled the Chaser position, have they? Serena did promise Harry, but he didn't promise that he'd wait for her. She didn't even ask him too. Serena threw her bag on her bed then opened her trunk for her Shooting Star and something suitable to wear on a broom.

"Didn't I bring my Quodpot robes?" Serena asked herself as she threw everything out of her trunk. "I'm not going to Tryouts wearing a skirt!"

Serena found her Shooting Star broomstick but not her Quodpot robes. Perhaps in her frustration of having to move to Hogwarts she had decided not to bring them. Serena was dead set against from participating in anything having to do with Hogwarts. Salem Witches was her school and she wasn't going to let any school replace it. But she made Harry a promise and she couldn't let him down.

Though she didn't find her old Quodpot robes, Serena found something else to wear on her broom. She pulled a pair of black spandex and a pink leotard—her old exercising outfit. Putting on her wrist bands and tying her hair back in a ponytail, she picked up her Shooting Star and headed down to the Quidditch Pitch.

As she ran, she caused a few boys to walk into the walls, step right into opening doors and get slapped in the head by their girlfriends when they turned to look at Serena. When Serena got out onto the Quidditch field, she searched madly for the Gryffindor team. Then spitting a group of people in red and gold robes, she ran toward them.

"Harry! I'm here! Wait for me. It's not too late is it?"

Seeing Serena walk onto the field, Ritchie Coote dropped his beater's bat right on Demelza Robin's foot. She gave him a furious look and punched him in the arm.

"Serena, glad you could make it!" Harry said brightly.

Serena gasped for air. "I'm sorry. I just came from detention."

"You snuck out?" Ron asked with a grin.

"No, Professor Shields said I could just do detention later," she replied.

"No way!"

"I told Professor Shields I promised Harry I'd try out," Serena said firmly. "I don't break my promises."

"You didn't promise me anything, Serena," Harry said, rather surprised. "You just said you'd think it over."

"Yeah?" Serena asked. "Well, it felt like a promise to me, Harry. I didn't want to let you down. Have you gotten a new Chaser yet?"

"No, they haven't even tried out yet. You want to go first, Serena?"

"Um, sure!" Serena said nervously. She wished she had been able to squeeze in time to practice. She was going to make a complete idiot of herself. Ginny gave her the Quaffle and wished her luck. She definitely was going to need it.

As Serena flew into the air, she held the Quaffle about the same time she had always held a Quod: out in front of her with her arms stiff. Then she heard Harry calling to her from the ground.

"Serena, you can hold it closer to you. It won't explode!"

"Oh, right," Serena mumbled and she pulled the Quaffle under her arm like a football. Shouting a warning, Harry let the Bludgers out of the Quidditch box. Serena spoke to herself silently and did her best to dodge them. IT felt weird. There were no Bludgers in Quodpot but she felt that she had dodged many things. Nothing like Bludgers, but more like…blasts of energy and other objects that would hurt. She saw scenes flash in the back of her mind. Dodging and running and jumping. But it wasn't the same here. She was on a broom. She wasn't on her feet. Yet it was still so weird.

She flew rather quickly and gracefully and she dodged the Bludgers quite well. Some barely missing her. She even caused both Bludgers to hit each other. It wasn't her intention, it just somehow happened and again, she got a familiar feeling that something like that happened before.

She flew full speed to the goal post to show her skill at scoring. This part should come easy as she already had a strong arm. Ron looked a bit nervous, seeing that indescribable look in her eyes as she pulled back her arm holding the Quaffle. He knew she was just throwing a Quaffle but the thought if the Quaffle hit him he'd be dust.

Serena heard some small voice in the back of her head. Though it was quiet it sounded quite like a shout, something like an incantation but it wasn't for any spell she had ever used before.

Moon Tiara Magic!

"Oh damn…" Ron mumbled, staring at the zooming Quaffle heading for the left hand post. He flew to it and caught it but he should have let it gone through. He had to grab on his broom to keep from falling and his broom moved backward three yards.

"Wow!" some people from the stands cried.

"Did you see that?"

Thinking she had injured Ron, Serena flew up to him. "Ron, are you all right?"

"Think so," he mumbled, handing her back the Quaffle and rubbing his chest.

"I'm so sorry!" she cried. "I guess I'm still thinking the Quaffle is a Quod and it's going to explode!"

"Well, I do feel dusted," Ron admitted, "but I guess it is good to imagine the other Keeper blowing up right when you throw the Quaffle. Maybe it will help you score."

Without a Keeper, Serena threw more shots to show how hard she could throw it. It zoomed far and she was good at aiming and throwing to the other Chasers. She didn't know that Professor Shields was watching from his office window.

"She is pretty good," Darien said with a bit of a smirk. "Why do I get the feeling I've seen spirit like that somewhere?"

After everyone had tried out, Harry gave the news. Serena was biting her fingernails. Did she make it? There were some people that did do a better job. She should've practiced more.

"Way to go, Serena," Harry said, dropping his hand on her shoulder.

"I blew it, didn't I?" Serena moaned. "I still need to work on my dodging and I don't hold the Quaffle close enough, huh?"

"What're you talking about?" Harry demanded. "I think you were brilliant!"

"I was?"

"Yeah," Harry said, "with a bit of practice, I'm sure we can beat Slytherin."

"Oh great, we've got to play Slytherin first?"

"I'm afraid so," Harry replied.

"Maybe it would be good if you really dust the Slytherin Keeper, Serena," Ron joked and his sister slapped his arm.

"Ron!"

"What?"

"I'm really in?" Serena asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, smiling broadly. "Welcome to the team!"

Serena squealed, through her arms around Harry and kissed him on the cheek. Harry stumbled slightly while the rest of the team laughed. From his office, Darien Shields scowled.

"Oh, really," he mumbled.

"Thanks, Harry! I'll do my best. I promise you I won't let you down! Slytherin is so going to be moondust!"

"What?" Harry asked in surprise. "What do you mean by moondust?"

"I don't know," Serena said, just as surprised and bewildered. "It just sounded…cool…"

Once she was given the position, Serena followed Ginny and Demelza to the locker rooms to try on Katie Bell's old robes.

"I know you think you're cute in that," Demelza said, "you can't wear that during a match."

"Yeah, sorry," Serena said sheepishly, "I didn't have anything else to wear."

She tried Katie's old robes but they were a bit too long as Katie had been taller. Demelza and Ginny was ale to shorten it for her so it would fit. Finally they removed Katie's name from the back and put on Serena's.

"There, you're officially a Gryffindor Quidditch Player!" Ginny proclaimed.

"Yeah, I am," Serena said, looking at the mirror. "You know, red and gold looks good on me…"

"Of course, they're Gryffindor colors!"Demelza exclaimed with a laugh.

Serena nodded. She wouldn't want to be wearing colors for the other houses but it wasn't just Gryffindor colors. She felt as if she had worn gold and red before. That she had been on a team before, not for Quodpot. But for something else. Where were these odd feelings coming from? And were they going to continue? Would there be more?

TO BE CONTINUED