There Is No Good and Evil
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A/N:Thanks to my reviewers. I can't believe you guys actually like this fic, I think its kind of lame. This chapter isn't very well-written in my opinion either. A couple things happen but...well, you'll just have to read (and review!) it. Thanks.
Chapter 5: First Attack?
It was a cold dark room. There was a fire but it provided little light and even less heat. Next to the fire there was a large green armchair, facing a door on the other side of the room. Seated in this armchair was a tall, thin man with evil red eyes(Hmmm...I wonder who THAT might be).
The door opened and another man entered the room. He bowed low to the floor and kissed the robes of the man in the armchair.
"Master."
"Malfoy, what news do you bring."
"All went as planned, My Lord."
"No survivors?"
"No, My Lord."
"Was the spy identified?"
"Not entirely, My Lord. But....but...www..wee..we have suspicions, My Lord."
"Suspicions are not what I asked for, Malfoy. You will not fail me again."
"No, My Lord."
"Crucio." ***
As soon as I entered the Great Hall for breakfest I knew something was wrong. It was in the air when I breathed. I could feel it when I sat down at the Ravenclaw table. I could taste as I ate my breakfest. I could hear it when the owls brought the mail.
Something was wrong. Something was wrong and nobody else seemed to notice. But it was screaming at me, laughing at me, terrorizing the very depths of my mind.
Every smile seemed deceiving, every laugh fake, every movement threatening. I was paranoid
I had just made up my mind to leave breakfest and head up to the Ravenclaw common room when the doors to the Great Hall burst open. There in the doorway stood a most peculair looking man.
He had long, ragged, graying, dark hair that contrasted drastically with his hard blue-gray eyes. A long, jagged scar ran down the length of his face and down onto his neck, giving him quite a creepy look. The stranger was dressed in what I instantly recognized as black Magical Law Enfrocment robes. This was varified when, as he began walking towards the Head Table, I was able to make out the tell-tale bars and stars of a high ranking Enforcment Official.
"Mundungus Fletcher. He's got quite a reputation for using the Dark Side's own weapons against them." Terry informed me after the man had made his way past our spot on the Ravenclaw Table.
"Fletcher? Is he related to Jessica?" I asked, looking over at one of Padma's gossiping friends.
"Uncle." I nodded and then became quiet once again. Along with the rest of the Great Hall. The footsteps of Fletcher were the only sound in the Hall, reverberating off the walls in an almost eerie way, despite the morning sunlight shinining down from the charmed ceiling.
You could have heard even the best house-elf enter the room as Fletcher began whispering something in Dumbledore's ear.
I watched in interest as Dumbledore's facial expressions changed from a sparkling cheerfullness, to a look of interest, then...was that fear? And finnaly ending with a look of fury mixed with determination. And I thought he could hide his emotions. Ha.
Dumbledore stood up, as if to make some sort of announcement. Was that the house-elves I could hear down in the kitchens? Yeah, it was that quiet.
"It is with a heavy heart that I share with you the information that I have recently recieved." Here Dumbledore glanced at Fletcher, as if to confirm something, Fletcher nodded. Silence. "It has been brought to my attention that, early this morning, there was a Death Eater attack on the mostly wizarding village named Godric's Cove." Pause. "There have been no reported survivers."
Silence. Then the whispering started. Realization followed the whispering. Crying, silence, and looks of utter horror followed the realization. Chain reactions are quite predictable if you ask me. If things kept going as they were then, if I was correct in my assumptions on human behavior, then hysteria and panicing were just waiting to kick in.
Afterall, it's not every day that an entire village of Muggles and Wizards alike is completely wiped out by a group of psychopath dark wizards that want to take over the world.
I calmly stayed seated and waited for Dumbledore, who was still standing, to say something else. No use panicing, after all, the Death Eaters might attack a village, but Hogwarts is a completely different story.
"Ahem."
That quieted things down a bit, surprisingly enough.
"Now, Prefects, please lead your students to your common rooms. Calmly. Morning classes will be canceled while I meet with the staff. Thank you."
Yes, that means no Herbology for me. Yes! Okay, so maybe I shouldn't be rejoicing about having a class off. At least not under these conditions. I stood up and followed a 7th Year Prefect back to the common room.
Upon entrance to the common room I made my way past several crying 3rd Years and made my way up to my dorm. I might as well take advantage of the situation and work on that Transfiguration essay.
***
I walked down to the dungeons along with the rest of the 5th year Ravenclaws. Double Potions with Huffelpuffs was our first class of the day after lunch, and, going by what Kevin and Desmond had told me, I wasn't looking forward to it, especially considering that it was with a bunch of Huffelpuffs. Emotianl gits. (So what that they might have found out this morning that they had lost friends or family members, this is a war that were running at head on. You need to keep your composure or you won't last a day.)
After the initial state shock and hysteria that the whole school had been in at breakfast the majority of the older students had calmed down and pushed the attack on Godric's Cove to the back of their minds (besides the Huffelpuffs and a few others that knew people from the village), but this didn't stop them form being in a particular dreary mood. I mean, it was still, of course, the thing to talk about, but...
I sighed as I sat down next to Terry in the Potions classroom. I looked around the classroom and decided that the dark and cold dungeon classroom setting with an assortment of slimy things in jars lined up along the wall did not help mine or the rest of the students' relativiley somber moods in the least.
Just after I had gotten settled down next to my cauldron with my quill and parchment placed in front of me the door to the classroom burst open and Professor Snape strode to the front of the class, black robes billowing out behind him.
"I will not tolerate any student to slack off in my class this year. The fact that the Dark Lord has returned, which he has (here Snape made a small, and just notiecable, movement towards his left forearm) will not be an excuse for intolerable laziness in this class." Snape peered around the class, looking down his overly large nose. His lips twitched slightly as his eyes fell on a puffy-cheeked Huffelpuff student who was searching through his book bag for a quill, "Five points will be taken from Huffelpuff for Flinch-Fletchey not paying attention in class."
The boy paled and mumbled, "B-but I was j-just getting a-a quill Professor."
"A further ten points for talking back." The boy gulped and slumped down into his seat. What an asshole. He glanced around the classroom one more time. "I see that everyone is present, including our newest arrival. Mr. Thiel?"
"Yes sir."
"It is my understanding that you were quite the model student in one of those poor excuses for a magical academy back in America. Let us see how well they taught you in the fine art of potion making. Pray tell me, Mr. Thiel, what are the two main ingredients in a common Memory Potion?"
I racked my brain, I remember reading something about memory potions over the summer. I suddenly remembered, "I think its...ummm...Jobberknoll feathers and...umm...oh yeah, sliced flobberworms, however, sometimes diced rat tails can be used in place of sliced flobberworms, which is intreseting because, usually, if flobberworms are replaced by rat tails then the potion will have a quite...disastrous affect." That should shut him up.
"Correct, I see that you are a typical know-it-all like the rest of the Ravenclaws Mr. Thiel." I mouthed wordlessly at Snape and made a couple rude jesters at him after he had turned his back. "15 points will be taken from Ravenclaw for your hand jesters Mr. Thiel."
The rest of the class didn't go much better as we started on our Memory Potions. I settled on glaring at the potions master for the rest of the class, to the great irritation of Terry, who had partnered up on me on the potion. After I accidentally sliced my finger open while chopping up some flobberworms (Snape had been kind enough to remind me to not destroy the potion by letting any blood into it) I decided that the class couldn't get much worse. I was wrong.
I was so eager to get out of the dungeons that when the bell finally rang I sprang to my feat and knocked over the unfinished memory potion, the contents spilling all over the floor. I groaned and ran my hands through my hair in despair as Snape gave me a detention. Shit.
I ran to catch up with Kevin and Terry after Snape informed me that he would have my detention arranged. "God, I can't believe him! Please tell me we have a good class next!"
"Ah, but the fates have informed me that we shall have to endure the troubles of Divination with Gryffindors next."
Kevin snorted at Terry's mockery of Professor Trelwaney. "It can't be that bad."
"No, not as long as you bow down to the fact that you are doomed to a life of despair disaster for as long as you live."
"So she's a hoax?" I asked as we finally made it to the top of the North Tower and began to climb the latter to the Divination room.
"You'll see." I climbed through the trap door that led into the classroom and all but died of suffocation. I think that the fumes from the fire were putting off a sleeping draught as well, as I tiredly sank into one of the large puffy armchairs that lined the room. I was dimly aware that Kevin plopped down in the chair next to me.
"Am I going bonkers or is it really hot in here?" I asked Kevin, seriously thinking that I might be in need to see the nurse to check my body temperature, I had to have a fever. However Kevin didn't get a chance to reply. I jumped back in surprise as an overly large bat stepped out of the shadows. I decided that I must be going crazy as the bat began to talk in an extremely airy voice, "Welcome back to another year my dear children!" With a jolt of realization I realized that the overly large bat wasn't actually a bat. After further examination I realized that in fact it was just a women that closely resembled an overly large bat. "My dear students would you all please stand up, as the fates have informed me that this year I shall be assigning inter-house seating arrangements."
I snorted along with most of the class. The fates had informed her? Please! She was the one that made the seating arrangements. "Ms. Padma Patil and Mr. Longbottom, will you sit up hear at the front of the class?" Padma groaned over the fact that she would be working with the infamously forgetful and clumsy Neville Longbottom. Trelwaney continued, "Ms. Brocklehurst and Mr. Potter, Ms. Fletcher and Mr. Thomas, Ms. Talent and Mr. Weasley, Mr. Boot and Mr. Finnigan, Mr. Thiel and Ms. Brown."
I collected my books and moved over and sat down by the blonde girl that I recognized as Lavender Brown as Trelwaney placed "Mr. O'Conner, Mr. Keenen and Ms. Parvati Patil" in the final group.
"Today we will continue working on palmistry which we started last year. Now if you would open your books to page 89 and begin reading your partners hand."
"So, you wanna read mine first?" I asked offering my hand to Lavender.
"Sure." She said, blushing slightly as she took my hand and began examining it. Blushing is up there with giggiling on my 'Things to Outlaw (TtO)' list, along with final exams, hypocritical, slimy potion masters, and crying Huffelpuffs.
"Hmm...you have a long life-line, that's good. Lets see..." As she was studying my hand I began to take a better look at her. I decided that she looked decent, besides the fact that she seemed to have the 'Im a stupid blonde' look. She was rather curvy and had long flowing blonde hair and big green eyes.
"Oooh, according to these lines intersecting at this(blah blah blah)..which means that you will face many dangers, but you shall overcome them. Interesting." Damn, typical that I would get stuck with a ditzy blonde. Yeah, I know Im blonde, but I'm not a blonde. There is a difference.
She went on for several more minutes before Professor Trelwaney let out a great gasp and informed Harry that he would come face to face with death in the near future. I snorted in disgust. Kevin had told me how Trelwaney had predicted Harry's death every year. I made up my mind right then and there that this teacher truly was a hoax.
I noticed that Lavender obviously didn't have the same opinion of the old bat, as she looked quite shaken up at the teachers statement and every few seconds would glance at Harry, as if expecting him to collapse dead in his seat at any moment. I simply rolled my eyes. I made a mental note to add stupid blondes to my TtO List.
After she was done reading my palm I took her hand in mine after assuring her that, "Im not very good at this, so if I tell you that all your friends will abandon you and you will be bitten by a werewolf before you turn twenty and die before you are thirty, don't get too shook up, all right?" She giggled (which should be outlawed) and nodded. I looked down at her hand quite bewildered by all the lines going this way and that.
"Right, well looks like your life line is pretty long, at least I think that's your life line. And, lets see, in the future you will suffer a great loss before gaining a large sum of money. Or maybe those two lines like that mean that you will suffer a loss and then go into some serious debt. Hmmm, Im not sure, what do you think?" I looked up at her and gulped as I realized that she was staring at me with a dreamy expression on her face, obviously not paying attention to a word I was saying. "Right." I mumbled and continued reading her palm (well, at least trying to).
***
A/N I know what your thinking. 'A Death Eater Attack so soon?" and "Why didn't you talk about the attack more?" Well, that might not be what your thinking, but anwayz. And my reasons for it are: 1) I know, but I had to make the attack for certain reasons, and all is not as it seems." and 2) Not much was emphazised on the attack, because, well, lets say for now that its because the attack didn't mean a whole lot to the main character, also because it might not...well can't tell you that as it would give some things away. Anyway, R/R. This fic isn't set in stone so any suggestions might even be used. And thanks again to all my reviewers.
R/R....please, please, please.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...do you understand? Nothing. So don't sue me because if you do you will only get about...*looks in wallet*....5 dollars and....79 cents....Welll...I guess I own the plot and any new characters you see.
A/N:Thanks to my reviewers. I can't believe you guys actually like this fic, I think its kind of lame. This chapter isn't very well-written in my opinion either. A couple things happen but...well, you'll just have to read (and review!) it. Thanks.
Chapter 5: First Attack?
It was a cold dark room. There was a fire but it provided little light and even less heat. Next to the fire there was a large green armchair, facing a door on the other side of the room. Seated in this armchair was a tall, thin man with evil red eyes(Hmmm...I wonder who THAT might be).
The door opened and another man entered the room. He bowed low to the floor and kissed the robes of the man in the armchair.
"Master."
"Malfoy, what news do you bring."
"All went as planned, My Lord."
"No survivors?"
"No, My Lord."
"Was the spy identified?"
"Not entirely, My Lord. But....but...www..wee..we have suspicions, My Lord."
"Suspicions are not what I asked for, Malfoy. You will not fail me again."
"No, My Lord."
"Crucio." ***
As soon as I entered the Great Hall for breakfest I knew something was wrong. It was in the air when I breathed. I could feel it when I sat down at the Ravenclaw table. I could taste as I ate my breakfest. I could hear it when the owls brought the mail.
Something was wrong. Something was wrong and nobody else seemed to notice. But it was screaming at me, laughing at me, terrorizing the very depths of my mind.
Every smile seemed deceiving, every laugh fake, every movement threatening. I was paranoid
I had just made up my mind to leave breakfest and head up to the Ravenclaw common room when the doors to the Great Hall burst open. There in the doorway stood a most peculair looking man.
He had long, ragged, graying, dark hair that contrasted drastically with his hard blue-gray eyes. A long, jagged scar ran down the length of his face and down onto his neck, giving him quite a creepy look. The stranger was dressed in what I instantly recognized as black Magical Law Enfrocment robes. This was varified when, as he began walking towards the Head Table, I was able to make out the tell-tale bars and stars of a high ranking Enforcment Official.
"Mundungus Fletcher. He's got quite a reputation for using the Dark Side's own weapons against them." Terry informed me after the man had made his way past our spot on the Ravenclaw Table.
"Fletcher? Is he related to Jessica?" I asked, looking over at one of Padma's gossiping friends.
"Uncle." I nodded and then became quiet once again. Along with the rest of the Great Hall. The footsteps of Fletcher were the only sound in the Hall, reverberating off the walls in an almost eerie way, despite the morning sunlight shinining down from the charmed ceiling.
You could have heard even the best house-elf enter the room as Fletcher began whispering something in Dumbledore's ear.
I watched in interest as Dumbledore's facial expressions changed from a sparkling cheerfullness, to a look of interest, then...was that fear? And finnaly ending with a look of fury mixed with determination. And I thought he could hide his emotions. Ha.
Dumbledore stood up, as if to make some sort of announcement. Was that the house-elves I could hear down in the kitchens? Yeah, it was that quiet.
"It is with a heavy heart that I share with you the information that I have recently recieved." Here Dumbledore glanced at Fletcher, as if to confirm something, Fletcher nodded. Silence. "It has been brought to my attention that, early this morning, there was a Death Eater attack on the mostly wizarding village named Godric's Cove." Pause. "There have been no reported survivers."
Silence. Then the whispering started. Realization followed the whispering. Crying, silence, and looks of utter horror followed the realization. Chain reactions are quite predictable if you ask me. If things kept going as they were then, if I was correct in my assumptions on human behavior, then hysteria and panicing were just waiting to kick in.
Afterall, it's not every day that an entire village of Muggles and Wizards alike is completely wiped out by a group of psychopath dark wizards that want to take over the world.
I calmly stayed seated and waited for Dumbledore, who was still standing, to say something else. No use panicing, after all, the Death Eaters might attack a village, but Hogwarts is a completely different story.
"Ahem."
That quieted things down a bit, surprisingly enough.
"Now, Prefects, please lead your students to your common rooms. Calmly. Morning classes will be canceled while I meet with the staff. Thank you."
Yes, that means no Herbology for me. Yes! Okay, so maybe I shouldn't be rejoicing about having a class off. At least not under these conditions. I stood up and followed a 7th Year Prefect back to the common room.
Upon entrance to the common room I made my way past several crying 3rd Years and made my way up to my dorm. I might as well take advantage of the situation and work on that Transfiguration essay.
***
I walked down to the dungeons along with the rest of the 5th year Ravenclaws. Double Potions with Huffelpuffs was our first class of the day after lunch, and, going by what Kevin and Desmond had told me, I wasn't looking forward to it, especially considering that it was with a bunch of Huffelpuffs. Emotianl gits. (So what that they might have found out this morning that they had lost friends or family members, this is a war that were running at head on. You need to keep your composure or you won't last a day.)
After the initial state shock and hysteria that the whole school had been in at breakfast the majority of the older students had calmed down and pushed the attack on Godric's Cove to the back of their minds (besides the Huffelpuffs and a few others that knew people from the village), but this didn't stop them form being in a particular dreary mood. I mean, it was still, of course, the thing to talk about, but...
I sighed as I sat down next to Terry in the Potions classroom. I looked around the classroom and decided that the dark and cold dungeon classroom setting with an assortment of slimy things in jars lined up along the wall did not help mine or the rest of the students' relativiley somber moods in the least.
Just after I had gotten settled down next to my cauldron with my quill and parchment placed in front of me the door to the classroom burst open and Professor Snape strode to the front of the class, black robes billowing out behind him.
"I will not tolerate any student to slack off in my class this year. The fact that the Dark Lord has returned, which he has (here Snape made a small, and just notiecable, movement towards his left forearm) will not be an excuse for intolerable laziness in this class." Snape peered around the class, looking down his overly large nose. His lips twitched slightly as his eyes fell on a puffy-cheeked Huffelpuff student who was searching through his book bag for a quill, "Five points will be taken from Huffelpuff for Flinch-Fletchey not paying attention in class."
The boy paled and mumbled, "B-but I was j-just getting a-a quill Professor."
"A further ten points for talking back." The boy gulped and slumped down into his seat. What an asshole. He glanced around the classroom one more time. "I see that everyone is present, including our newest arrival. Mr. Thiel?"
"Yes sir."
"It is my understanding that you were quite the model student in one of those poor excuses for a magical academy back in America. Let us see how well they taught you in the fine art of potion making. Pray tell me, Mr. Thiel, what are the two main ingredients in a common Memory Potion?"
I racked my brain, I remember reading something about memory potions over the summer. I suddenly remembered, "I think its...ummm...Jobberknoll feathers and...umm...oh yeah, sliced flobberworms, however, sometimes diced rat tails can be used in place of sliced flobberworms, which is intreseting because, usually, if flobberworms are replaced by rat tails then the potion will have a quite...disastrous affect." That should shut him up.
"Correct, I see that you are a typical know-it-all like the rest of the Ravenclaws Mr. Thiel." I mouthed wordlessly at Snape and made a couple rude jesters at him after he had turned his back. "15 points will be taken from Ravenclaw for your hand jesters Mr. Thiel."
The rest of the class didn't go much better as we started on our Memory Potions. I settled on glaring at the potions master for the rest of the class, to the great irritation of Terry, who had partnered up on me on the potion. After I accidentally sliced my finger open while chopping up some flobberworms (Snape had been kind enough to remind me to not destroy the potion by letting any blood into it) I decided that the class couldn't get much worse. I was wrong.
I was so eager to get out of the dungeons that when the bell finally rang I sprang to my feat and knocked over the unfinished memory potion, the contents spilling all over the floor. I groaned and ran my hands through my hair in despair as Snape gave me a detention. Shit.
I ran to catch up with Kevin and Terry after Snape informed me that he would have my detention arranged. "God, I can't believe him! Please tell me we have a good class next!"
"Ah, but the fates have informed me that we shall have to endure the troubles of Divination with Gryffindors next."
Kevin snorted at Terry's mockery of Professor Trelwaney. "It can't be that bad."
"No, not as long as you bow down to the fact that you are doomed to a life of despair disaster for as long as you live."
"So she's a hoax?" I asked as we finally made it to the top of the North Tower and began to climb the latter to the Divination room.
"You'll see." I climbed through the trap door that led into the classroom and all but died of suffocation. I think that the fumes from the fire were putting off a sleeping draught as well, as I tiredly sank into one of the large puffy armchairs that lined the room. I was dimly aware that Kevin plopped down in the chair next to me.
"Am I going bonkers or is it really hot in here?" I asked Kevin, seriously thinking that I might be in need to see the nurse to check my body temperature, I had to have a fever. However Kevin didn't get a chance to reply. I jumped back in surprise as an overly large bat stepped out of the shadows. I decided that I must be going crazy as the bat began to talk in an extremely airy voice, "Welcome back to another year my dear children!" With a jolt of realization I realized that the overly large bat wasn't actually a bat. After further examination I realized that in fact it was just a women that closely resembled an overly large bat. "My dear students would you all please stand up, as the fates have informed me that this year I shall be assigning inter-house seating arrangements."
I snorted along with most of the class. The fates had informed her? Please! She was the one that made the seating arrangements. "Ms. Padma Patil and Mr. Longbottom, will you sit up hear at the front of the class?" Padma groaned over the fact that she would be working with the infamously forgetful and clumsy Neville Longbottom. Trelwaney continued, "Ms. Brocklehurst and Mr. Potter, Ms. Fletcher and Mr. Thomas, Ms. Talent and Mr. Weasley, Mr. Boot and Mr. Finnigan, Mr. Thiel and Ms. Brown."
I collected my books and moved over and sat down by the blonde girl that I recognized as Lavender Brown as Trelwaney placed "Mr. O'Conner, Mr. Keenen and Ms. Parvati Patil" in the final group.
"Today we will continue working on palmistry which we started last year. Now if you would open your books to page 89 and begin reading your partners hand."
"So, you wanna read mine first?" I asked offering my hand to Lavender.
"Sure." She said, blushing slightly as she took my hand and began examining it. Blushing is up there with giggiling on my 'Things to Outlaw (TtO)' list, along with final exams, hypocritical, slimy potion masters, and crying Huffelpuffs.
"Hmm...you have a long life-line, that's good. Lets see..." As she was studying my hand I began to take a better look at her. I decided that she looked decent, besides the fact that she seemed to have the 'Im a stupid blonde' look. She was rather curvy and had long flowing blonde hair and big green eyes.
"Oooh, according to these lines intersecting at this(blah blah blah)..which means that you will face many dangers, but you shall overcome them. Interesting." Damn, typical that I would get stuck with a ditzy blonde. Yeah, I know Im blonde, but I'm not a blonde. There is a difference.
She went on for several more minutes before Professor Trelwaney let out a great gasp and informed Harry that he would come face to face with death in the near future. I snorted in disgust. Kevin had told me how Trelwaney had predicted Harry's death every year. I made up my mind right then and there that this teacher truly was a hoax.
I noticed that Lavender obviously didn't have the same opinion of the old bat, as she looked quite shaken up at the teachers statement and every few seconds would glance at Harry, as if expecting him to collapse dead in his seat at any moment. I simply rolled my eyes. I made a mental note to add stupid blondes to my TtO List.
After she was done reading my palm I took her hand in mine after assuring her that, "Im not very good at this, so if I tell you that all your friends will abandon you and you will be bitten by a werewolf before you turn twenty and die before you are thirty, don't get too shook up, all right?" She giggled (which should be outlawed) and nodded. I looked down at her hand quite bewildered by all the lines going this way and that.
"Right, well looks like your life line is pretty long, at least I think that's your life line. And, lets see, in the future you will suffer a great loss before gaining a large sum of money. Or maybe those two lines like that mean that you will suffer a loss and then go into some serious debt. Hmmm, Im not sure, what do you think?" I looked up at her and gulped as I realized that she was staring at me with a dreamy expression on her face, obviously not paying attention to a word I was saying. "Right." I mumbled and continued reading her palm (well, at least trying to).
***
A/N I know what your thinking. 'A Death Eater Attack so soon?" and "Why didn't you talk about the attack more?" Well, that might not be what your thinking, but anwayz. And my reasons for it are: 1) I know, but I had to make the attack for certain reasons, and all is not as it seems." and 2) Not much was emphazised on the attack, because, well, lets say for now that its because the attack didn't mean a whole lot to the main character, also because it might not...well can't tell you that as it would give some things away. Anyway, R/R. This fic isn't set in stone so any suggestions might even be used. And thanks again to all my reviewers.
R/R....please, please, please.