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The Girl Who Lived Chapter Fifteen: Detention with the Runespoor
Daisy spent the rest of her Potions lesson outside, letting the breeze behind the greenhouses cool her off. She knew that Fred had Herbology that time of day, but she tried not to peek in. She was still fuming at the thought of him.
At the bell, she ventured to Transfiguration. Luckily, during the lesson on turning hedgehogs to pincushions, Daisy escaped any insult from Professor McGonagall, though Ginny Weasley kept looking at her sympathetically.
The pureblood, Daisy thought bitterly, she's probably never had a magical hitch in her life.
Daisy didn't see Fred at all for the rest of the day. It was a good, for she would have given him a piece of her mind.
At breakfast the next morning, as Daisy was pouring orange juice into her goblet, one of the school's sleek tawny owls landed among the dishes and dropped a letter over her porridge. The owl took off as Daisy ripped open the heavy parchment envelope. It read:
Your Detention will take place at seven o'clock tonight.
Meet Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing.
Potions Master, Professor S. Snape
"The bat gets right to it," Daisy grumbled. Hermione glanced over Daisy's shoulder to see what she was talking about. She nodded at once. Daisy had told her all about Snape's outburst in Potions.
"Snape has given her detention in the hospital wing," she announced. Daisy looked at her irritably.
"No doubt he'll have you scrubbing something out," Ron said disgustedly. "The last time I had detention there..."
"Don't even tell me about it," Daisy sighed miserably. Looking back, she sometimes wished she had stayed in the dungeons for the rest of the lesson, but she knew she couldn't have. It wasn't as if her classmates didn't know she was a squib, but it wasn't out in the open. It was quite embarrassing to have your teacher publicize it for the whole class. Snape should have been the one punished, not her.
Daisy was pondering on the unfairness of it all as she trudged up to the hospital wing that night. She opened he door quietly and instantly saw the bright red head of Fred. He knelt beside a bed and was indeed washing something thoroughly. George was nearby at another bed. Madam Pomfrey rushed over to Daisy.
"Hurry up," she snapped. "There is lots to be done. You'll start by cleaning out the bedpans over there with Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley. No magic." She handed Daisy a rag and pointed her to a stack of bedpans. Daisy wrinkled her nose in disgust, started for the pile, and knelt down next to it. Fred was straight across from her. He grinned widely.
Daisy scowled. "What are you doing here?" she hissed. Fred looked taken aback.
"I'm volunteering to clean out the hospital wing, of course." Daisy gave him a foul look; his sarcasm didn't seem so charming anymore.
Fred continued in confusion, "Well I'm here for detention as usual. What's wrong with you?"
"I know what you are doing," Daisy spat as she started to wipe away at her first bedpan. It was vulgar work. "I can't believe you would be so low."
Fred turned pale. "How did you find out?" he asked, strained.
Daisy looked down. She could barely speak and she was choking up. "I heard Alicia and Angelina talking about it yesterday when they thought I wasn't there," she said.
"But how did they find out?" Fred started. He seemed very worried that someone had seen through him.
"NO talking, this is detention," Madam Pomfrey said firmly.
"I never want to talk to you again Fred," Daisy said coldly. She leaned over farther so that he wouldn't see her eyes watering up. He was more concerned with being found out than he was with Daisy being upset. Madam Pomfrey glared at them.
The rest of the detention seemed to take an eternity to get over with, but when all of the bedpans were scoured, the windows shined, the floors mopped and the bedclothes cleansed, it finally ended. Fred tried to get Daisy's attention, but she walked away before he could say anything.
Before she left the twins' earshot, she heard George say, "I told you. Look what she's doing!"
Daisy fumed some more. What she was doing? What about what Fred was doing? As soon as she reached the common room, she went to her dormitory so Fred wouldn't follow her. She didn't understand why he wanted to talk to her anyway. Daisy didn't want to hear anything he had to say.
"How was detention, Daisy?" Hermione asked.
Daisy groaned. "It was awful. Fred was there. I had to scrub out bedpans, too."
"Oh," Hermione sighed sympathetically. Then she sprung up. "I almost forgot! You got an owl."
Daisy thought of Hibou. It had been months since she'd sent him to look for Sirius. With the tournament and exams, she had completely forgotten about him. Harry probably hadn't, though. She felt foolish and self absorbed.
"Where is he?" Daisy asked quickly.
"He's in the bathroom," Hermione said, only a bit amusedly. "He wouldn't leave until you came so I just let him wait in there."
"Thanks Hermione," Daisy said and went in. Hibou was perched on the window ledge.
"Hibou!" Daisy exclaimed. "Where have you been? Did you find him?"
Hibou let out a deep owl breath. He seemed somehow older than he had before. "I did, but I couldn't bring back a letter, they wouldn't let me."
Daisy looked back in horror, "He wasn't caught, was he?"
"No, of course not. The Order of the Phoenix won't let him send letters. He's very deep under cover."
"What?" Daisy asked, confused.
"I can't tell you everything. They would only let me come back if I promised not to tell anyone, and you know I don't have any rights." He clamped his eyes shut for a moment as if thinking back on a terrible memory. "Sirius just wanted me to tell you that he is alright, and if possible he wanted you to somehow tell Harry and Dumbledore without exposing the truth whatever that means. He was being very cryptic. Is there something you're not telling me?"
"No," Daisy said trying to sound convincing.
"Anyway, I believe you now that he is innocent. He's working harder against You-Know-Who than anyone."
"How come it took you so long to come back?" Daisy asked. "Is he very far away?"
"I told you, I can't tell you a lot. But I can tell you the reason I took so long wasn't because he was far away. They wouldn't let me leave at first. They don't trust the Ministry, and I guess I am official property of the Ministry." He looked away again. Daisy wasn't sure he liked being treated like property. "It took me a long time to convince them that the only place I was going was Hogwarts."
"I'm sorry," Daisy said. "I won't send you back."
"I wouldn't go," Hibou said shortly. "I'm far too old for this. I'm retiring, if you'll let me. I'd like to spend more time with Maggie anyway."
"Of course I'll let you," Daisy said. "Just let me visit, okay?"
"Of course," he replied. He really did look older. He began to stretch his wings, when Daisy remembered something.
"Wait!" she said. "I need you to deliver one last letter." Noticing his look, Daisy added, "It will just be here within the school."
"Alright," Hibou agreed. Daisy scurried out of the bathroom, snatched a piece of parchment and bottle of ink of her bedside table, and rushed back in. She quickly scrawled a note on the parchment.
Sirius wishes to tell you that he is not in any danger, though he
can't tell you his whereabouts, and to tell Harry this as well.
-A friend
"Bring this to Dumbledore, but don't tell him who it is from," Daisy pleaded giving the note to Hibou. "In fact don't tell him or anyone where you have been or that I know anything about Sirius."
Daisy could tell that Hibou was figuring out she was hiding something, but she knew he wouldn't find out and she didn't think he would tell anyone.
"I wouldn't," Hibou insisted. "That's completely against owl ethics."
"Thank you so much," Daisy told him. "You've been a good owl." She grinned the first grin she had for a while.
"Goodbye, Daisy," he said and flew through the open window. Daisy left the bathroom, to find Parvati waiting outside the door, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
"Took you long enough," she snapped and pushed Daisy out of the way.
"That dratted owl!" Daisy exclaimed over breakfast three days later. The same tawny owl had been delivering Daisy's detention notices everyday, and Daisy had adopted a shoot-the-messenger attitude towards it. This morning instead of landing, it knew better, it swiftly swooped down and dropped the letter on Daisy's plate of waffles.
Daisy picked up the sticky parchment while cursing under her breath. Her nightly detentions had been quite unpleasant, and she wasn't looking forward to any more. She read it through, mouthing the words, "Potions Master" snidely.
"What're you in for today?" Harry asked. He had been a little more upbeat the past few days. Daisy trusted Dumbledore had given him her message.
"I dunno. I'm supposed to meet Filch in the entrance hall at eleven. I don't suppose it will be too much fun."
At eleven o'clock, Daisy was not pleased to find that she was again accompanied by the Weasley twins. Fred didn't get a chance to start before Filch showed up.
"Follow me you two," he growled. He surveyed Daisy. "Hmm, new blood," he growled at Daisy. They started out onto the pitch black grounds. "Or new until a few days ago. Severus has told me your number. Dumbledore may think you can walk all over the regulations, but we know better. You'll get nothing past me, Missy. I'll personally make sure you are expelled if you choose to be so cheeky to me."
Daisy gulped. Filch was just being creepy. They had reached the circular hut where Hagrid lived. The forest that bordered it looked thick and foreboding.
Filch saw Daisy staring at it. "Yep, that's where you'll be tonight."
"Tha's righ'" said a gruff voice behind them. Daisy spun around to see the large silhouette of Hagrid. He held two lanterns in one hand and the chain of an enormous boarhound in the other. "I'll take 'em from here, Mister Filch," he said.
"I'll be back at dawn for what's left of them," Filch said before limping away, cackling.
"Don't worry, he says that every time we have to go into the forest," Fred told Daisy. She said nothing, but turned away coldly.
"So, what are we after tonight, Hagrid?" asked George.
"Nifflers," Hagrid said. They're runnin' loose on the grounds. We're tryin' to find the den so as ter move 'em someplace else," he explained. "Righ' then. We're going to have to split up into teams." He pointed at Fred and George, "You both know the forest well, but I know be'her than ter let yeh off by yerselves. Fred, you take Fang. Daisy, you can go with Fred. Sen' up red sparks if yeh get into any trouble. Sen' up green if yeh find the den. Don' worry, Daisy," Hagrid said. "Fred can probly navigate through this forest easier than I can. Yeh'll be alrigh'.
Monsters were the least of Daisy's worries. She couldn't avoid Fred until dawn in the forest, and who would want to? He knew the only way out. Hagrid handed Daisy a lantern.
"Let's go." Hagrid and George followed part of the black winding path and Fred and Daisy started on the other.
They walked a few yards in silence. Fred took out his wand.
"Lumos!" he said. Daisy wasn't sharing the lantern light too well. He searched for signs of niffler, but Daisy had no idea what a niffler was so she just kept walking.
Finally, Fred said something.
"Listen, can I just explain."
"I already know everything," Daisy said quietly.
"I don't understand why you're so mad," Fred said, somewhat irritated. "I mean I might have pushed some limits, but it wasn't that bad. It doesn't even affect you that much."
Daisy filled with anger. She was about to snap. "You used me!" she cried. "You never even cared, and now you're saying it wasn't that bad!" She felt the hot tears stream down her cheeks and turned away.
"What are you talking about?" Fred said, baffled.
"Angelina!" Daisy moaned spitefully. "You wanted her the whole time!"
"Angelina!" Fred shouted. "Is she back to that whole story again? I don't even like her anymore." Daisy stopped dead. Maybe Hermione had been right. It was all just an awful mistake. She turned around and looked at Fred.
"I heard her talking to Alicia," Daisy said quietly. "She, she said the only reason you went to the ball with me was to make her jealous. She said that everyone knows it except me."
Fred wrinkled his nose. "That's not true!" he said. "Angelina might think so, but she's got no brain if she thinks I don't like you. I went to the ball with you because I do."
"Really?" Daisy asked sniffily. She wasn't sure what to believe.
"Yes," Fred said, his eyes pleading with her. "I wouldn't lie about this."
"Then what have you been talking about?" Daisy asked.
"Well, George and I did some not exactly honorable things to get our hands on a place for our joke shop," he explained. "In Hogsmeade there was a piece of land that was perfect for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, but the owners weren't willing to sell. We had the money, but we rather had to convince them to give up the land. I didn't really want to tell you because I thought you would never want to speak to me again, but you don't really want to speak to me now either, so there's no point in hiding it. Do you believe me now about Angelina?
Daisy did, and she was so glad she did that she decided forgive Fred for whatever he had done in Hogsmeade.
"Yes, I do," she said. She felt a sharp tingle at her ankle. Her head felt light and her knees weak. "Bloody Hell," she said and collapsing.
"Daisy!" Fred shouted. "What happened? Are you all right? Daisy?"
Daisy's vision was going fuzzy. She saw something wiggling. How funny, she thought. It's got three heads. She saw red showers over her head and a tan mountain with orangey flames on top.
She felt something strong lock around her and then she was off the ground, flying.
"Stay with me, Daze," said a nice voice. "You'll be okay. Stay with me, I love you." Daisy smiled crazily, then everything went black.
The Girl Who Lived Chapter Fifteen: Detention with the Runespoor
Daisy spent the rest of her Potions lesson outside, letting the breeze behind the greenhouses cool her off. She knew that Fred had Herbology that time of day, but she tried not to peek in. She was still fuming at the thought of him.
At the bell, she ventured to Transfiguration. Luckily, during the lesson on turning hedgehogs to pincushions, Daisy escaped any insult from Professor McGonagall, though Ginny Weasley kept looking at her sympathetically.
The pureblood, Daisy thought bitterly, she's probably never had a magical hitch in her life.
Daisy didn't see Fred at all for the rest of the day. It was a good, for she would have given him a piece of her mind.
At breakfast the next morning, as Daisy was pouring orange juice into her goblet, one of the school's sleek tawny owls landed among the dishes and dropped a letter over her porridge. The owl took off as Daisy ripped open the heavy parchment envelope. It read:
Your Detention will take place at seven o'clock tonight.
Meet Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing.
Potions Master, Professor S. Snape
"The bat gets right to it," Daisy grumbled. Hermione glanced over Daisy's shoulder to see what she was talking about. She nodded at once. Daisy had told her all about Snape's outburst in Potions.
"Snape has given her detention in the hospital wing," she announced. Daisy looked at her irritably.
"No doubt he'll have you scrubbing something out," Ron said disgustedly. "The last time I had detention there..."
"Don't even tell me about it," Daisy sighed miserably. Looking back, she sometimes wished she had stayed in the dungeons for the rest of the lesson, but she knew she couldn't have. It wasn't as if her classmates didn't know she was a squib, but it wasn't out in the open. It was quite embarrassing to have your teacher publicize it for the whole class. Snape should have been the one punished, not her.
Daisy was pondering on the unfairness of it all as she trudged up to the hospital wing that night. She opened he door quietly and instantly saw the bright red head of Fred. He knelt beside a bed and was indeed washing something thoroughly. George was nearby at another bed. Madam Pomfrey rushed over to Daisy.
"Hurry up," she snapped. "There is lots to be done. You'll start by cleaning out the bedpans over there with Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley. No magic." She handed Daisy a rag and pointed her to a stack of bedpans. Daisy wrinkled her nose in disgust, started for the pile, and knelt down next to it. Fred was straight across from her. He grinned widely.
Daisy scowled. "What are you doing here?" she hissed. Fred looked taken aback.
"I'm volunteering to clean out the hospital wing, of course." Daisy gave him a foul look; his sarcasm didn't seem so charming anymore.
Fred continued in confusion, "Well I'm here for detention as usual. What's wrong with you?"
"I know what you are doing," Daisy spat as she started to wipe away at her first bedpan. It was vulgar work. "I can't believe you would be so low."
Fred turned pale. "How did you find out?" he asked, strained.
Daisy looked down. She could barely speak and she was choking up. "I heard Alicia and Angelina talking about it yesterday when they thought I wasn't there," she said.
"But how did they find out?" Fred started. He seemed very worried that someone had seen through him.
"NO talking, this is detention," Madam Pomfrey said firmly.
"I never want to talk to you again Fred," Daisy said coldly. She leaned over farther so that he wouldn't see her eyes watering up. He was more concerned with being found out than he was with Daisy being upset. Madam Pomfrey glared at them.
The rest of the detention seemed to take an eternity to get over with, but when all of the bedpans were scoured, the windows shined, the floors mopped and the bedclothes cleansed, it finally ended. Fred tried to get Daisy's attention, but she walked away before he could say anything.
Before she left the twins' earshot, she heard George say, "I told you. Look what she's doing!"
Daisy fumed some more. What she was doing? What about what Fred was doing? As soon as she reached the common room, she went to her dormitory so Fred wouldn't follow her. She didn't understand why he wanted to talk to her anyway. Daisy didn't want to hear anything he had to say.
"How was detention, Daisy?" Hermione asked.
Daisy groaned. "It was awful. Fred was there. I had to scrub out bedpans, too."
"Oh," Hermione sighed sympathetically. Then she sprung up. "I almost forgot! You got an owl."
Daisy thought of Hibou. It had been months since she'd sent him to look for Sirius. With the tournament and exams, she had completely forgotten about him. Harry probably hadn't, though. She felt foolish and self absorbed.
"Where is he?" Daisy asked quickly.
"He's in the bathroom," Hermione said, only a bit amusedly. "He wouldn't leave until you came so I just let him wait in there."
"Thanks Hermione," Daisy said and went in. Hibou was perched on the window ledge.
"Hibou!" Daisy exclaimed. "Where have you been? Did you find him?"
Hibou let out a deep owl breath. He seemed somehow older than he had before. "I did, but I couldn't bring back a letter, they wouldn't let me."
Daisy looked back in horror, "He wasn't caught, was he?"
"No, of course not. The Order of the Phoenix won't let him send letters. He's very deep under cover."
"What?" Daisy asked, confused.
"I can't tell you everything. They would only let me come back if I promised not to tell anyone, and you know I don't have any rights." He clamped his eyes shut for a moment as if thinking back on a terrible memory. "Sirius just wanted me to tell you that he is alright, and if possible he wanted you to somehow tell Harry and Dumbledore without exposing the truth whatever that means. He was being very cryptic. Is there something you're not telling me?"
"No," Daisy said trying to sound convincing.
"Anyway, I believe you now that he is innocent. He's working harder against You-Know-Who than anyone."
"How come it took you so long to come back?" Daisy asked. "Is he very far away?"
"I told you, I can't tell you a lot. But I can tell you the reason I took so long wasn't because he was far away. They wouldn't let me leave at first. They don't trust the Ministry, and I guess I am official property of the Ministry." He looked away again. Daisy wasn't sure he liked being treated like property. "It took me a long time to convince them that the only place I was going was Hogwarts."
"I'm sorry," Daisy said. "I won't send you back."
"I wouldn't go," Hibou said shortly. "I'm far too old for this. I'm retiring, if you'll let me. I'd like to spend more time with Maggie anyway."
"Of course I'll let you," Daisy said. "Just let me visit, okay?"
"Of course," he replied. He really did look older. He began to stretch his wings, when Daisy remembered something.
"Wait!" she said. "I need you to deliver one last letter." Noticing his look, Daisy added, "It will just be here within the school."
"Alright," Hibou agreed. Daisy scurried out of the bathroom, snatched a piece of parchment and bottle of ink of her bedside table, and rushed back in. She quickly scrawled a note on the parchment.
Sirius wishes to tell you that he is not in any danger, though he
can't tell you his whereabouts, and to tell Harry this as well.
-A friend
"Bring this to Dumbledore, but don't tell him who it is from," Daisy pleaded giving the note to Hibou. "In fact don't tell him or anyone where you have been or that I know anything about Sirius."
Daisy could tell that Hibou was figuring out she was hiding something, but she knew he wouldn't find out and she didn't think he would tell anyone.
"I wouldn't," Hibou insisted. "That's completely against owl ethics."
"Thank you so much," Daisy told him. "You've been a good owl." She grinned the first grin she had for a while.
"Goodbye, Daisy," he said and flew through the open window. Daisy left the bathroom, to find Parvati waiting outside the door, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
"Took you long enough," she snapped and pushed Daisy out of the way.
"That dratted owl!" Daisy exclaimed over breakfast three days later. The same tawny owl had been delivering Daisy's detention notices everyday, and Daisy had adopted a shoot-the-messenger attitude towards it. This morning instead of landing, it knew better, it swiftly swooped down and dropped the letter on Daisy's plate of waffles.
Daisy picked up the sticky parchment while cursing under her breath. Her nightly detentions had been quite unpleasant, and she wasn't looking forward to any more. She read it through, mouthing the words, "Potions Master" snidely.
"What're you in for today?" Harry asked. He had been a little more upbeat the past few days. Daisy trusted Dumbledore had given him her message.
"I dunno. I'm supposed to meet Filch in the entrance hall at eleven. I don't suppose it will be too much fun."
At eleven o'clock, Daisy was not pleased to find that she was again accompanied by the Weasley twins. Fred didn't get a chance to start before Filch showed up.
"Follow me you two," he growled. He surveyed Daisy. "Hmm, new blood," he growled at Daisy. They started out onto the pitch black grounds. "Or new until a few days ago. Severus has told me your number. Dumbledore may think you can walk all over the regulations, but we know better. You'll get nothing past me, Missy. I'll personally make sure you are expelled if you choose to be so cheeky to me."
Daisy gulped. Filch was just being creepy. They had reached the circular hut where Hagrid lived. The forest that bordered it looked thick and foreboding.
Filch saw Daisy staring at it. "Yep, that's where you'll be tonight."
"Tha's righ'" said a gruff voice behind them. Daisy spun around to see the large silhouette of Hagrid. He held two lanterns in one hand and the chain of an enormous boarhound in the other. "I'll take 'em from here, Mister Filch," he said.
"I'll be back at dawn for what's left of them," Filch said before limping away, cackling.
"Don't worry, he says that every time we have to go into the forest," Fred told Daisy. She said nothing, but turned away coldly.
"So, what are we after tonight, Hagrid?" asked George.
"Nifflers," Hagrid said. They're runnin' loose on the grounds. We're tryin' to find the den so as ter move 'em someplace else," he explained. "Righ' then. We're going to have to split up into teams." He pointed at Fred and George, "You both know the forest well, but I know be'her than ter let yeh off by yerselves. Fred, you take Fang. Daisy, you can go with Fred. Sen' up red sparks if yeh get into any trouble. Sen' up green if yeh find the den. Don' worry, Daisy," Hagrid said. "Fred can probly navigate through this forest easier than I can. Yeh'll be alrigh'.
Monsters were the least of Daisy's worries. She couldn't avoid Fred until dawn in the forest, and who would want to? He knew the only way out. Hagrid handed Daisy a lantern.
"Let's go." Hagrid and George followed part of the black winding path and Fred and Daisy started on the other.
They walked a few yards in silence. Fred took out his wand.
"Lumos!" he said. Daisy wasn't sharing the lantern light too well. He searched for signs of niffler, but Daisy had no idea what a niffler was so she just kept walking.
Finally, Fred said something.
"Listen, can I just explain."
"I already know everything," Daisy said quietly.
"I don't understand why you're so mad," Fred said, somewhat irritated. "I mean I might have pushed some limits, but it wasn't that bad. It doesn't even affect you that much."
Daisy filled with anger. She was about to snap. "You used me!" she cried. "You never even cared, and now you're saying it wasn't that bad!" She felt the hot tears stream down her cheeks and turned away.
"What are you talking about?" Fred said, baffled.
"Angelina!" Daisy moaned spitefully. "You wanted her the whole time!"
"Angelina!" Fred shouted. "Is she back to that whole story again? I don't even like her anymore." Daisy stopped dead. Maybe Hermione had been right. It was all just an awful mistake. She turned around and looked at Fred.
"I heard her talking to Alicia," Daisy said quietly. "She, she said the only reason you went to the ball with me was to make her jealous. She said that everyone knows it except me."
Fred wrinkled his nose. "That's not true!" he said. "Angelina might think so, but she's got no brain if she thinks I don't like you. I went to the ball with you because I do."
"Really?" Daisy asked sniffily. She wasn't sure what to believe.
"Yes," Fred said, his eyes pleading with her. "I wouldn't lie about this."
"Then what have you been talking about?" Daisy asked.
"Well, George and I did some not exactly honorable things to get our hands on a place for our joke shop," he explained. "In Hogsmeade there was a piece of land that was perfect for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, but the owners weren't willing to sell. We had the money, but we rather had to convince them to give up the land. I didn't really want to tell you because I thought you would never want to speak to me again, but you don't really want to speak to me now either, so there's no point in hiding it. Do you believe me now about Angelina?
Daisy did, and she was so glad she did that she decided forgive Fred for whatever he had done in Hogsmeade.
"Yes, I do," she said. She felt a sharp tingle at her ankle. Her head felt light and her knees weak. "Bloody Hell," she said and collapsing.
"Daisy!" Fred shouted. "What happened? Are you all right? Daisy?"
Daisy's vision was going fuzzy. She saw something wiggling. How funny, she thought. It's got three heads. She saw red showers over her head and a tan mountain with orangey flames on top.
She felt something strong lock around her and then she was off the ground, flying.
"Stay with me, Daze," said a nice voice. "You'll be okay. Stay with me, I love you." Daisy smiled crazily, then everything went black.
