"What – the – hell?" Violet said upon seeing the paper. "Her? And what does High Inquisitor even mean?"
"Well, if you had let me read," said Hermione testily. She began reading the paper:
"In a surprise move last night the Ministry of Magic passed a new legislation giving itself an unprecedented level of control at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.
"The Minister has been growing-"
"Can you skip to the good part?" Violet interrupted, chewing on a piece of bacon.
Evangeline jabbed her in the ribs. Violet glared at her and rubbed the spot.
"I think you got me between the ribs," Violet muttered.
"Shut up!" Harry snapped. "I want to hear this!"
Violet rolled her eyes but picked up a piece of toast and began buttering it.
"I'll start here," said Hermione. "It's more interesting.
"This is not the first time in recent weeks Fudge has used new laws to effect improvements at the Wizarding school. As recently as August 30th Education Decree Twenty-two was passed, to ensure that, in event of the current headmaster being unable to provide a candidate for a teaching post, the Ministry should select an appropriate person.
"'That's how Dolores Umbridge came to be appointed to the teaching staff at Hogwarts,' said Weasley last night. 'Dumbledore couldn't find anyone, so the Minister put in Umbridge, and of course, she's been an immediate success-"
"Bullshit!" Violet shouted as Harry said "She's been a WHAT?"
"There's more," said Hermione grimly.
Violet tuned out, but Evangeline leaned further in, curious.
"-an immediate success, totally revolutionizing the teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts and providing the Minister with on-the-ground feedback about what's really happening at Hogwarts."
"I'm with Violet," said Ron. "Skip to the point."
Hermione sighed and read the article to herself.
"Summarize?" she asked.
"Oh, you're getting to the good stuff?" Violet asked, coming out of her daze.
"Yes," said Hermione. "They created the Hogwarts High Inquisitor and placed Professor Umbridge in the spot so she could 'inspect' the other professors, and make sure they're up to par. They're also saying that Dumbledore isn't capable of being headmaster."
"I disagree," said Harry.
Evangeline and Violet nodded.
"I'm just telling you what it says," said Hermione.
"Stupid Fudge," Violet muttered, cupping her chin with her hand.
Ron grinned.
"Why are you smiling?" Evangeline asked.
"I can't wait to see McGonagall inspected. Umbridge won't know what hit her!"
Later in Potions, Snape was handing back their moonstone essays.
"Ooh," said Violet cheerily as she saw the large E at the top of the paper. "Hey, wait a second, that's not the highest grade. Severus!"
"Sit down," he shouted as he handed Harry his.
Violet sunk back into her seat and looked over at Evangeline who was staring at her paper with a face paler than Violet's.
"What'd you get?" she asked.
Evangeline passed her the paper.
"An A's good," she said, punching her playfully. "You passed. Which is more than I can say for Harry."
"What'd he get?" Evangeline asked.
"D," said Violet. "Stands for dunce."
"Poor, Harry," Evangeline said, twisting in her seat to look at him. He was glaring at Malfoy and having some conversation.
"Strengthening Solution," Violet snorted. "I can do that in my sleep."
Snape was passing them at that exact moment.
"Oh? Is that so?" he asked, pulling his wand out. "Shall I put you to sleep?"
"Nah, I sleep enough in History of Magic and Defense Against the – Dart Arts." She paused deliberately, hoping to see Severus flinch at the mention. He didn't do anything but raise one eyebrow.
"And how do you sleep sitting in the front row?" he asked.
"I sleep with my eyes open, Sev," she said, punching him the arm.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Evangeline pick up the wrong amount of an ingredient, and she stuck her hand over the cauldron as she was about to poor it in. She fixed the amount and explained. When she turned back to Snape, he was back at her desk.
"I was having a conversation," she muttered and began working.
At the end of class, Violet had gotten her potion perfect (as she expected) and Evangeline's was very close. As they made their way to lunch, Violet stopped abruptly and held her hand out, forcing Evangeline to stop as well.
"I need more of that plant," she said to Evangeline. "My last batch – well, I almost killed a rabbit."
"Violet!" Evangeline shouted. "I told you – NO TESTING ON ANIMALS. We've been over this countless times!"
"You were okay with the squirrel!" Violet shouted back.
"No shouting," said Snape, walking between them and smacking both of them on the back of the head.
"Child abuse," Violet muttered. She turned back to Evangeline who was glaring at her. "It's not like I killed it. I said almost. And it's fine now. I took it to Professor Grubly-Plank after I gave it the plant, and she's making sure it stays okay."
Evangeline still glared. Violet glared back.
"How about we just go eat?" Evangeline said.
"Okay," said Violet and skipped off. Food.
"Are you kidding me?" Violet hissed as they took their seats in Divination. "That bitch is here?"
"Aww man," muttered Evangeline. She sighed. "Do me a favor – no visions this lesson?"
"I'll do my best," she said, winking at her.
The two pulled out her dream journal as Trelawney placed two copies of Dream Oracles on their table.
"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney," said Umbridge. "You received my note, I trust? Giving the time and date of your inspection?"
She pulled an arm chair up to the front after Trelawney gave a curt nod.
They were told to interpret the other's latest 'nighttime visions' with the Dream Oracle.
"Since we know what mine means," said Violet, "tell me your latest dream."
"I was dancing in a field with giant flowers," Evangeline said.
Violet stared at her, open-mouthed, one eyebrow raise.
"Your face will get stuck like that," Parkinson called from across the room.
"Yeah, take your face for an example," she snapped at her.
"Professor!" she cried to Trelawney.
"Violet said something?" Trelawney asked.
Umbridge made a note on her clipboard. Violet smirked.
Violet cracked her knuckles and opened the book. "So, I need your age and the date of the dream and the number of letters for the subject."
"Okay, I was the same age you are now," said Evangeline. "Duh. And I had it three nights ago."
Violet did the math, but Evangeline shushed her when she started to speak. Umbridge was asking Trelawney something.
"And you are the great-great-granddaughter of the celebrated Seer Cassandra Trelawney?" Umbridge asked.
"Yes," said Professor Trelawney.
"But I think –correct me if I'm mistaken – that you are the first in your family since Cassandra to be possessed by second sight?"
"These things often skip – er – three generations."
"No they don't," said Violet. "My grandmother was a Seer and so am I."
"Violet," hissed Evangeline. "Shush!"
"You are a Seer?" Umbridge asked, distain dripping from her voice.
"Yup," said Violet. She shut her eyes and saw three people in the Forbidden Forrest, and a giant. One of the people were Umbridge – that gaudy cardigan gave her away. She jerked back upright, gasping. She looked at Umbridge and found the rest of the class staring at her.
"What did you see?" Trelawney asked, pulling her shawls tightly around herself.
Violet focused her eyes on Umbridge. "You're in danger. I'd stay away from heavily wooded areas for – well – the rest of your life, actually."
"Were you serious back there?" Michael asked at dinner.
Violet nodded and cut into her steak. Perfect medium. She took a bite. She swallowed. "Where'd Evangeline go?"
Walking through the woods, Evangeline scratched the back of her head. Where had Luna taken her to get that plant? She sighed, her breath showing in the cold. She buried her hands in her pockets and jogged along, hoping to see a threstrals so she could find the way.
As she turned a corner near the woods, a small cry caught her attention. It wasn't human, so what was it? She followed the sound and found a small bird lying on its side. She knelt by it, and cupped her hands around.
"Shh, it's okay," she whispered to the bird.
She started to soothe it and remembered a song she had heard when she was younger. She started singing it, and the bird became encased in a ball of light. She was startled but didn't stop singing. When she reached the end of the song, the ball of light disappeared, but the bird was fluttering its wings, chirping. It came up to Evangeline and landed on her shoulder, rubbing its head against her cheek.
"You're welcome," she said to it, as if knowing what it said. "Oh, can you do me a favor?"
She could have sworn the bird nodded.
"Can you show me where to find this?"
She pulled the drawing out and the bird began flying. She ran after it, making sure she didn't trip. The bird flew over the trees, but then came back into sight. She followed it to where she could see threstrals, and saw the plant. She let out a laugh and turned to find the bird.
"Thank you," she said. The bird nodded and flew off, chirping happily. "Bye!"
She gathered a larger amount of the plant then last time. This time, Violet had better not test on animals.
As she was walking back, a group of forest animals came running up to her. A rabbit nudged her legs, and she picked it up. Birds landed on her shoulders and other creatures came up to her. A unicorn even came forward. She ran down its neck, and the unicorn nudged her.
"No way," she whispered to herself. "This is so awesome!"
The unicorn allowed her to get on its back, and it took her for a ride through the forest. It dropped her off at Hagrid's hut, and she started back. She was cold and wanted to get some hot cocoa from the kitchen.
But she also wanted to tell her about the bird incident.
When she burst into the common room, Violet was the only one there – except for a couple of first years sitting in the corner, as far from Violet as they could get. When one made a noise, Violet would look over, an icy glare on her face.
"Violet, I have forest friends!" Evangeline shouted.
"Inside voice," Violet said, pulling her chair closer to the fire. Evangeline joined her, bouncing in her seat.
"Can I tell you now?" she asked.
"Wait," said Violet and stood. She came back with a hot cup of tea from the table. She sat, crossed her legs and sipped. "Now."
Evangeline told her about everything in the woods, but she went too fast for Violet to catch any of it.
"Slow down," she said. She looked over at the first years, and they scrambled away. "And still, inside voice."
"Okay," sighed Evangeline. "So I saved a bird's life."
Violet stared at her.
"The whole story, dear," she said.
Evangeline rolled her eyes and told her the whole story. Violet blinked and took a sip of her tea. She pondered the whole thing and stared into the fire.
"Well?" Evangeline asked, shifting in her seat.
"I believe you found out what Voldemort was talking about."
"I'm cold," said Evangeline, kicking the snow.
"Same," said Violet. She looked up, her hands finding their way into her coat pockets. "Where did Hermione say to meet again?"
"Hog's Head." Evangeline jerked her head in the direction of the pub to see Harry, Hermione and Ron walk into it.
"Think I can get fire whiskey?" Violet whispered as one of the professors walked past.
"I thought you didn't like it?"
"Yeah, but – I just wanna see if they'll let me have it."
Evangeline snorted. She rolled her eyes, and they fell into the shadows, checking for any staff members. Upon seeing none, they slipped into Hog's Head.
The place was small, dingy, and extremely dirty. Almost no daylight shown into the bar, and candles provided the light to see by. The floor was stone, but seemed like earth.
"I like it," said Violet,
"I've always wanted to try fire whiskey," said a red-haired guy at the bar. Ron. With Hermione and Harry beside him.
"I wouldn't," said Violet. "It's more of an acquired taste."
The three spun to see them. The twins waved and stepped towards them.
"Two butterbeers," said Evangeline.
"Four sickles," said the bartender. Violet tossed the silver at him, which he caught between his fingers.
"Damn," she muttered.
"So, what's up guys?" Evangeline asked. She took her butterbeer and Violet's, and followed the three to the far side of the room.
The door opened, and Neville, Dean, Lavender, the Patil twins, Cho and one of her friends, and Luna walked into the room. The three girls from the Gryffindor Quidditch team entered, with the annoying Creevey brothers. Some Hufflepuffs drifted in. Michael, terry and another Ravenclaw boy entered. Some Hufflepuff guy from the Quidditch team, and then Fred and George Weasley came in with Lee Jordan.
"A couple of people?" harry hissed.
Neville sat next to Evangeline, and Violet kicked her feet up on the nearest table. She yawned and stretched, accidently whacking Ginny in the eye.
"Vi," Michael said softly.
"What?" Violet asked, sipping the butterbeer. "I forgot how weak this was."
"Violet," hissed Evangeline.
She shrugged.
"No, seriously, I want to hear what Hermione's saying," Evangeline said.
"- I had the idea that it might be good if people who wanted to study Defense Against the Dark Arts – and I mean really study it, you know, not the rubbish that Umbridge is doing with us – because nobody could call that Defense Against the Dark Arts. Well, I thought it would be good if we, well, took matters into our own hands. And by that I mean learning how to defend ourselves properly, not just theory but real spells."
"You just wanna pass the Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L. don't you?" asked Michael.
Violet glared over her shoulder. He shrugged.
"Of course I do," Hermione said at once. "But I want to be properly trained in Defense because – well – because Lord Voldemort's back."
"Dur," said Violet, picking at the underside of her nails. Evangeline shrugged.
Everyone else did the whole 'gasp and twitch oddly' routine. A heated conversation struck up between Harry and the Hufflepuff named Zacharias Smith. Eventually, Hermione interrupted after George and Fred offered to stick him with a lethal-looking, metal rod.
"So we agreed we want to take lessons from Harry?"
The sound of general agreement rose from the gathered students. Hermione had them all sign a piece of parchment after they bickered about when to meet. They signed, saying they wouldn't tell anyone about what they were doing. It felt as though they signed a sort of contract once all was said and done.
As they left, Violet caught up with Fred, George and Lee. Evangeline scrambled after her.
"Where did you get that thing you threatened Smith with?" she asked.
"Zonko's," said George.
"Evangeline, we have shopping to do," she declared and ran towards the joke shop.
Evangeline groaned but ran after her. They entered the shop and Violet bought three, handing over the money she'd been saving to buy Christmas presents. She'd just borrow some from Snape.
"Much better," she said as they left, slipping the instruments into her inside coat pocket.
Evangeline gave her a strange look.
"What?" Violet asked. "For the Slytherins of course!"
Evangeline laughed, and they began walking around.
"Love fest, three o'clock," muttered Evangeline.
Violet glanced to the right and saw Michael and Ginny holding hands and giving each other a quick kiss.
"I just threw up a little," she said.
"You need to make him jealous," said Evangeline.
"Couldn't I just kill Ginny?" she asked, her hand moving towards the metal rods.
"Violet," Evangeline said in a warning tone.
Violet sighed. "Any ideas for this jealousy idea?"
Evangeline shrugged. "Nope."
As they were walking towards the Three Broomsticks, Evangeline and Violet four men dressed in black cloaks looking at them.
"They're looking at you," whispered Evangeline.
"Probably my hair," muttered Violet. "Just ignore them."
So they pretended to be very interested in one of the rods Violet had and stepped into the Three Broomsticks.
Violet had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room. Evangeline was already in bed, and no one bothered to wake her up.
The door burst open, as if blown by a strong gust of wind. Violet jolted awake, pulling her wand out. Three black shapes drifted into the room.
"Who are you?" she hissed, trying to think of what to do.
One reached a black-gloved hand out to her as they came closer, and she was reminded of the dementors. She jumped over the back of the couch, hoping to use it as protection, but in mid-jump, a spell hit her, and she fell back onto the couch.
"Ow," she hissed, rubbing the back of her head.
The three men were over her now, and one gagged her, while the other two held her down. She struggled with them, managed to kick one in the face. He pulled back, holding his hands to his nose.
One took her wand, and Violet screamed against the gag in her mouth – not that it did any good. One picked her up and carried her out of the room. She was kicking and pounding on the man's back the entire time they walked.
They left the castle, and she was put into a carriage.
"Hello," said a man and put a blindfold over her eyes.
Violet crossed her arms, thoroughly pissed. She wasn't as scared as one might imagine, but she wasn't fearless. As they the carriage took off, she felt her arms bound behind her back and her ankles tied.
Well this sucks, she thought to herself. I had such a life I could have lived. Break up Ginny and Michael, marry Michael, maybe have a child. Maybe. I could have become Minster of Magic for all I know. Well, here goes my life. I'll spend my last remaining minutes in this carriage, and- and I'll never see Evangeline again! Shit!
Another voice seemed to speak inside her.
You're so negative, the voice said. Maybe this is just a nice surprise from Severus and Evangeline is there already. Maybe it's a paradise where Michael will feed you grapes from a silver platter.
Okay, I was being realistic, not totally crazy.
I'm not crazy! the voice shouted back.
I'm carrying on a conversation with you. Yes, we are crazy.
Well, then I'll say one more thing before I leave. What did Evangeline say when Mr. J was there last?
I'm about to learn the Dark Arts, aren't I?
The voice didn't reply, but a bump in the road sent her flying to the floor. She hit the ground face first, and felt her nose start bleeding.
A hand jerked her face upward and fixed her nose.
So, I'm going to be taught Dark Arts by a bunch of assholes? Figures.
When the carriage finally came to a stop, Violet was picked up, but much more gently this time. She was held like a bride, and carried into a building. She was placed in a chair and had her blindfold removed. She looked around.
The room was small, square, and dark. Candles lit the only place and an altar with a book sat at one end, more candles placed around it. Four men stood in the room, and they pulled their hoods back. None were familiar.
One was short and stout, with dark hair and green eyes. Another was tall and thin, shaved head and brown eyes. The next she found had dark skin and long black hair. The last was thick with muscles, but still thin and taller than the second.
The last gently removed her gag.
"Why the hell did you kidnap me?" she screamed. "And why is there an altar at the end? You're going to sacrifice me, aren't you? You're all a bunch of-"
The gag was stuffed back into her mouth. The muscular man knelt in front of her, his hand on the chair.
"My name is Ezekiel," he said, ignoring Violet's death glare. "Lord Voldemort wants us to teach you the Dark Arts. And this is exactly what we plan to do. We didn't mean to kidnap you. But you ignored us when you went to Hogsmeade."
He placed two fingers on the gag, having a gentle hold on it.
"Can we have a more civilized conversation now?" he asked.
Violet nodded after a few moments of consideration. Ezekiel took the gag out, and Violet spit in his face.
"Asshole," she said. Then she sighed. "Could you untie me? I think my wrists are starting to bleed."
Ezekiel motioned to the dark-skinned man, and he untied her. Violet rubbed her raw, cut wrists and noticed her wand in the short man's hand.
"Can I have my wand?" she asked.
"No," said the short man.
"I promise I won't blast your head off," she said.
Ezekiel sighed. He handed her a stack of books. Violet opened the one on top. Secrets of the Darkest Art was written on the first page.
"Sounds like fun," she said sarcastically.
Ezekiel chuckled and took out his wand. He flipped to a certain page, shouted the name of a spell, and the wall erupted in flames. Violet jumped so hard she fell out of the chair, the books falling around her.
"What the hell?" she hissed, picking herself back up.
"We have work to do," said Ezekiel.
"I reckon we should all divide into pairs and practice," said Harry.
"Vi," said Evangeline, dragging her to the corner.
"Expelliarmus!" Violet shouted after Harry had said 'three'.
Evangeline's wand flew from her hand and hit the floor, sparks springing from the tip. She picked it up and returned the favor to Violet.
"So what's up with the letters you've been getting?" Evangeline asked as Violet retrieved her wand.
"Nothing," she muttered, not sure about announcing she's studying Dark Arts in their first Dumbledore's Army meeting. The whole point of this was to defend against the Dark Arts. It defeated the purpose for Violet to stand here and disarm her sister when she had already learned to set a wall into flames.
"Liar," said Evangeline.
Violet sighed. "Let me tell you later, okay?"
"Fine," agreed Evangeline, not particularly happy.
Harry blew his whistle all too soon for the girls' liking.
"Well, that as pretty good," he said. "But we've overrun, we'd better leave here. We'll meet next Wednesday and decide on additional meetings then."
When they returned to the common room, Violet pulled a thick set of letters from her bag. She handed them to Evangeline who placed herself in front of the fire. Violet tipped a fourth-year from the opposite chair and settled in, watching Evangeline the whole time.
"You're doing what?" Evangeline asked.
"Look, I don't have much of a choice," Violet replied, taking the letters and placing them in her bag. "Let's get some sleep."
"But before we go," said Evangeline. "I thought of a way you could make Michael jealous."
"Tell me!" Violet insisted.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Violet muttered as she waited for him to leave Ravenclaw tower. She was leaning against the wall, arms over her chest. The statue moved and Michael walked out. But he wasn't who she wanted.
"Hey, Vi, whatcha doing up here?" he asked.
"Waiting on Terry," she said, picking her nails. She had convinced Terry to go on a-a date with her.
"Oh," he said, his face falling slightly. "I'll be going then."
He started walking away, and Terry came out. She turned and smiled big, and threw her arms around him.
"Hey!" she said. "Ready for our date?"
Michael spun around to see them walking towards the astronomy tower, holding hands. His heart sunk in his chest, and every breath hurt.
"I have something to show you," she said. "I found the most beautiful constellation in the sky. It's shaped like a rose."
"Sounds pretty," said Terry. "Just like you."
Michael hung around outside the dungeons, waiting for Violet. She came back, holding a red rose in her hand. Terry had given it to her.
"Hi, Michael," she said, sniffing the rose. "Smell this. It's so pretty."
Michael took the rose and broke the stem.
"What was that for?" she asked, picking up the broken pieces. "Terry gave me that!"
"That's our constellation," he snapped, backing Violet into a corner.
"Like that even matters," she said, giving him a swift punch in the gut before walking away. "Oh."
She stopped and turned, looking down at him.
"You owe Terry a few sickles for that," she said and entered the Slytherin common room.
"He's so pissed right now," Violet said. She was smiling and had conjured another rose to smell. This one was deep blue, like the Ravenclaw colors.
"Mission accomplished?" Evangeline asked, trying to study a little more.
"Mhm," said Violet, sniffing it. "I can't wait till he breaks up with Ginny."
"That'll be the day," said Evangeline.
"I'll be right back," said Violet and left to put the flower in a vase of water.
When she came back, Evangeline was on the ground, holding her hand to her neck, screaming. Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe and Parkinson stood around her.
"What the hell?" Violet shouted, already pulling her wand out. She broke past them and knelt next to Evangeline. "You okay Ev?"
She glared up at the four as Goyle pulled a red hot fire poker out. Before he could hit Violet with it, she shouted one of the spells Ezekiel had taught her, and Goyle doubled over in pain, blood sprouting from his mouth.
Parkinson advanced, and Violet conjured a knife, and threw the advancing Crabbe against the wall. She approached Parkinson, and pressed the blade against her cheek. She turned to Malfoy.
"Take one step, and I will kill her," she hissed.
The common room door opened, and Snape stepped in, followed by one of the prefects. Violet slowly lowered the knife, but didn't put it away.
"They burnt her neck," she said through gritted teeth. "With a fire poker."
"Take her to the hospital wing," said Snape. "I will deal with you later."
Violet picked up Evangeline and started walking away. But she stopped in front of Snape, turned, and threw the knife. It landed an inch above Parkinson's head.
"I missed," said Violet. "Accio!"
The knife flew into her hand, and she put it away.
"Happy Christmas, Severus!" Evangeline shouted. She jumped on his bed, and Violet joined her, bouncing on the mattress. "It's time for presents!"
"Aren't you a bit old for this?" he asked, pushing himself onto his elbow. Violet dropped to the mattress, landing criss-cross.
"Never too old for a bit of holiday spirit, Severus," she said. She waved her wand and the presents came into his chambers.
They were still at Hogwarts, and Evangeline had set up a Christmas tree in his classroom, much to his disgust, and had been putting presents under it for her, Violet, and Snape. She was very cheerful about the whole thing, while Violet was still in trouble for attacking Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson and Malfoy. She didn't mind.
Snape sighed.
"Fine, we'll open presents," he said.
"Awesome!" shouted Evangeline and began handing out the presents to their respective owner.
"You first," said Violet to Snape.
He opened one from Violet and pulled out three bottles of fire whiskey.
"What?" she said when he glared at her. "You've been drinking a lot!"
"I have not!" he snapped.
Violet snorted.
Evangeline picked up one from Violet and took out a beautiful pendant with the etching of a red bird in the center. She glanced at Violet and knew what she was referring to. That little thing in the woods.
Violet took one from Snape and found a vial of viper poison. Her face pale considerably.
"Wh-why would you get me this?" she asked in a breathy tone.
"I've seen you with it in class," he said. "I heard you say you were running low. And now that I've bought it for you, you're going to tell me why you're using it."
"I'm not killing anyone, if that's what you mean," snapped Violet.
"Hey!" said Evangeline. "Hey, it's Christmas. Happy words only."
"Evangeline's right," said Violet, putting the vial in her robe pocket. "Happy words only."
When they came down to the last present, it was Violet's. She tried hiding it under all the wrapping paper, but Evangeline found it.
"Aren't you going to open it?" she asked.
"Who's it from?" Violet asked.
"A guy named Ezekiel," said Evangeline reading the label.
"What?" Snape shouted.
"Dammit," muttered Violet. She snatched the present from her as Snape tried to do the same thing. "You know what? Fine. I'll open it."
She tore the paper off, and three new Dark Arts books fell onto the bed. She picked up a tiny white note that had fallen out from between the pages of the second one and read it.
Congrats, Evangeline. You've found your calling.
Again, in blood, at the bottom of the page, was a V.