Chapter 2- I Never Stop Talking
"I've been driving for an hour, just talking to the rain. You say I've been driving you crazy and it's keeping you away. So, just give me one good reason, tell my why I should stay. Cuz, I don't want to waste another moment saying things we never meant to say."
-----The song for this chapter is Breathe by Michelle Branch.
The chilly days of September quickly fade into an even colder October. Much to my dismay, it's that time of the year again: we all have to wear heavy cloaks. I hate winter. Or fall, whatever season this is. I despise it.
Just as I had suspected, Potter refuses to leave me alone in Arithmancy. Luckily for me, the seats we sat in on the first day became our assigned seats. I'm forced to sit next to Potter. A conspiracy, I'm telling you.
Potter doesn't talk to me; he doesn't talk to me much, anyway. He'll shoot out insults every so often when we aren't in class and I'm only too happy to return them. I've thought of a few comebacks that I'm especially proud of and I'm nothing but pleased to test them out on Potter.
In Arithmancy, he does little things he knows will annoy me. For example, he'll tap his quill, and his favourite way to vex me is to hit my arm with his elbow when I'm taking notes, so that I scribble all over my notes.
I have a lot of fun with him, too. I pretend to stretch my arms, only to hit him in the head 'accidentally' with my arm. "Whoops. Maybe if your head wasn't so big…" I say. When I'm with Liz, I love to bash James while in his presence. Also, my favourite and my specialty is when I 'accidentally' knock over the ink for my quill all over his notes. It really brings a tear to my eye to see my amazing and annoying tactics at work.
Though things are icy where Potter and I are concerned, Sirius seems to be taking it as an open invitation and is purposefully warming up to me. I don't really remember how he and I had started talking. In History of Magic, my assigned seat is next to him and he's constantly doing things to make me laugh such as imitating old Professor Binns.
I'm a sucker for guys who make me laugh.
Because he makes me laugh, I guess, I've decided that there are worse creatures on the planet and we should start talking more often.
I don't think I fancy Sirius. I hardly know him! I love laughing and I live to make people laugh, just as Sirius does. I'm surprised to find that he and I have so much in common and I really enjoy the deep talks we have together. Who would have thought pretty-boy Sirius Black knew how to have a deep conversation? Definitely not me. It was a wake up call, really, and I seem to have looked past his reputation. It's the first time I have ever (or have been given a reason to) look past anyone's reputation. It's odd, and I'm not sure I like it.
I know that it looks bad—Sirius and I being found almost all the time in each other's company, talking incessantly. I suppose to the watchful eyes of Hogwarts, Sirius Black and Lily Evans have some kind of relationship that left friendship way behind. But, that's just Hogwarts: always jumping to conclusions. He's a good person to talk to, and not to mention incredibly good-looking. If that means I'm in love with him, way to go, Hogwarts. You figured it out before I did!
I'm not even sure if I fancy him. Plus, he's Potter's best friend and right hand man and I could never forgive him for that.
But, he is hot.
It was two weeks before Halloween and the Halloween Ball. Sirius and I were taking a stroll around the castle, walking back to the Gryffindor common room, having another one of our conversations.
"So, Lily," he says. Oh, what now? His tone is… serious. I'm scared to find out what he wants to talk to me about. I can't help thinking he's about to say something about how James and I are getting along simply wonderfully. I guess sarcasm only works when you're actually talking. "We've been hanging around a lot lately and I've really had a lot of fun with you," Sirius says casually.
"It's been a lot of fun," I reply, waiting for him to drop the J-bomb. Please, don't talk about that stupid prat! "You're a really cool person, Sirius. I'm glad I've been getting to know you better."
"Well, I've been getting to know you better too in these past few weeks and so, I was wondering if you would mind going to the Halloween Ball with me," Sirius responds, smooth as silk.
It's an annual Hogwarts tradition to hold balls at each holiday following the feast. The students had grown to love and look forward to these special occasions and made quite a big deal out of it. In the future, these balls were to be cancelled due to inappropriate behaviour concerning younger students. You can only imagine what these inappropriate actions were.
"Umm..." I whisper. Did he actually just ask me that? Where did that come from? I'm not even sure we're friends! I don't know what we are and now he wants to go to the Halloween Ball with me? I have to bite back a laugh. This is obviously a joke. Why would he want to go with me, of all people? I still remember him and James talking about me and laughing. I can't help holding grudges. It's just who I am. I can't seem to let this one go.
"Why?" I ask. "Why would you want to go with me?"
"I thought I just told you. We've been spending a lot of time to together and I like hanging out with you."
Way to make me feel stupid. I hate feeling stupid. Thanks, asshole.
I thought back to all the time I spent with Sirius. He's a great guy, better than I played him out to be. But do I really like him enough to go to the ball with him? He seems to be such a player. Do I really want that?
But, I still can't let go of him talking about me. It's one of the only things I can't stand. I hate when people talk about me. They can say it to my face, or not at all. And I just refuse to let this one go. I don't care what they had said about me; it doesn't matter to me.
Smiling wickedly, I decide to beat Sirius at his own game. I'll show a little Liz, if you will; play with his head a bit. It'll be so much fun. My smile grows as I think of my plan to play with Sirius's mind; I open my mouth to accept Sirius's invitation to the ball.
"Thank you. I would love to go to the ball with you."
Man, I'm good. He bought it! The prat actually bought it! I smile evilly, thinking of my plan. This is going to be too good. I mentally make a note to tell Liz about this later. Maybe the ball won't be so bad, as long as I'm having fun teasing Sirius.
Sirius smiles in return, tells the portrait the password, and holds open the portrait for me, responding with an, "After you!"
God, he's so lame. I force a smile and step into the common room.
He really is such a loser. But, a nice, cute loser. Kind of.
And I'm going to the Halloween Ball with him.
It almost makes me laugh.
The following week at school is an exceptionally good one for me. I spend most of it working as hard as I always have, but a lot more time than usual is consumed with Sirius. I figure if I have to pretend that I actually want to go to the ball with him, I have to be a damn good actress. I spend twice as much time with him than I usually spend and he is completely consumed by it all.
I hang around him and am seen in his company more often than not. I intend to get to know him better because if I'm really going to pull off the whole "playing with his mind" scheme, I learned from Liz that you have to research entirely and find out everything there is so that you can pull off teasing and messing around with boys' poor little minds.
I've been taught well.
After seven days of this, it's the day of the ball--Friday. Lexi shakes me gently to wake me that morning.
"Come on Lils, you've got to wake up," Lexi whispers.
I swear under my breath and groan. I could hear Lexi frowning upon the language I use to express exactly what I think about the time of day. I find it funny. She finds it offensive. It annoys me to the point that I'm ready to pull my hair out, but, luckily, I don't.
It's way too early for anyone to be up, but I know that I have to wake up since we have classes. I open my eyes, smile weakly at Lexi, and stumble across the room with my eyes closed, blindly making my way to the shower.
I meet my three friends in the common room once I'm ready. We head to the Great Hall for breakfast, all the while I either complain about the time, or snap at either of them when they speak to me, for I'm far too grouchy. I hadn't had enough sleep the previous night. Damn prefect duties. I didn't even want the stupid badge.
They choose a spot at the Gryffindor table, not noticing that it's directly next to where the Marauders are sitting. I'm beyond pissed, but I can't complain about it, since the object of my compliant is right beside me, staring at me. Coincidentally, I end up sitting next to Sirius. Fucking thanks a lot. I smile weakly at him and lay my head on the table.
"Lily hasn't gotten enough sleep, so beware of her," Christine explains. I shoot her a death glare and Christine's eyes flick down to her plate, smiling shyly. Sirius laughs and I set my head back down. It's way too early!
Damn mornings.
As a conversation flows between Sirius and my three friends, I tune them out, listening in on a conversation Remus and Potter are having. It catches my interest and I listen, using all the skill Liz had taught me to make it look as if I weren't listening at all.
"Jealous?" Remus asks Potter.
"What are you talking about?" Potter responds. His voice is mildly surprised, but he's also trying to act like he has no clue what was going on. He's bad at acting and I can tell exactly how he's feeling in his voice. I have gotten so good at doing that.
"You just seem a little bothered by Sirius sitting next to Lily," Remus explains. "Are you?"
"I don't know. I know that I don't fancy Lily--it's only a crush, but I guess I am a little jealous. Sirius and I have always been equally liked in terms of girls, and I've had a crush on her since the beginning of first, and now…"
"Sirius is taking her," Remus finishes.
"Well… yeah. I don't want to sound selfish or anything because I know he likes Lily and he fancies her. I don't mind that they're going to the ball together and will probably date after that because that's the way Sirius is, but still…"
"Yeah," Remus says, turning back to his plate. "I know."
I decide then that I should excuse myself from the table and head to the library.
"You haven't eaten anything!" Sirius tells me.
"I know. I'm not hungry," I reply over my shoulder.
As I settle into a table at the library, hiding behind a book in the back of the library, I finally let myself think about what I've just overheard.
James has a crush on me? He has since first year? That can't be right. He's always making fun of me and tripping me in the hallway and all that. It can't be right. It just can't.
But, it was James's voice who admitted. The same voice that taunts and insults me. I'd know his voice anywhere.
I smirk as I think of the fun I can have with this new found knowledge. I think I've just found a new person to play with. I can't wait to tease James. It makes me tingly, just thinking about it.
But wait. What did Remus mean 'Sirius is taking me'? Sirius definitely isn't 'taking' me. And how James had said that Sirius and I would probably date after the ball? Who said that? Had Sirius implied that? That asshole.
I had never said anything about dating him and I don't intend to. I just want to fool around with his mind for fun.
Then again, it might be just as fun to date him as a joke. I can definitely tease him and play with him more that way.
The more I think about it, the more it sounds like a good idea. I smile thinking about the two boys I'll have fun teasing this year. I love the information I've just received, mostly because I can use it to my advantage.
Maybe, just maybe, this won't be such a bad year after all.
On the night of the Halloween Ball, everyone seems to be taking their time to get ready and look their best for this special night. It's quite an enormous occasion and everyone seems to be making an effort to make the night perfect.
I glance at my final appearance in the full-length mirror. It's the result of an hour and a half of work and I have to say that I'm fairly impressed by the final outcome. I had purposely taken a long time to get ready so that Sirius would be in shock--the perfect topping to my night of fun with him.
I'm wearing green dress robes that perfectly match my emerald eyes. The robe hugs my curves slightly, but isn't scandalous. I'm glad that I haven't been eating the past week. It has definitely improved my body. I can still see places that need work, like my hips, but I figure that there's plenty of time to work on it. For now, I'm just glad I look good in these robes.
My hair was tied up in a messy bun, which added a casual twist to my formal robes. I look good and it will be fun to see who agrees. Boys are so easy it wasn't even funny.
Except for the part that it is.
I smile at my appearance. My reflection winks at me, which makes my smile brighten as I straighten out my robes one last time before walking down the stairs to meet Sirius, as we had previously planned.
This is going to be too good.
Karly is going to the ball with Remus, who had asked her to go a week prior to the ball, but only as 'friends.' I remember what Karly had told me Remus had said when asking her to go with him.
"Hey, Karly," he had said. "I don't have a date and I know you don't, so how about it? It'll only be as friends so you don't have to worry about that, but I think we'd have fun together. So, what do you think?" Remus had said, so informally.
Of course, Karly agreed to go because she really didn't have another date. I had generously agreed to stay the night in, just her and I hanging out in the dormitory, but she wants to go to the ball for some strange reason.
"Whatever," I had said. "It's your funeral."
She is wearing cream-colored robes that somehow appeals to her tan complexion and has her golden hair half up in a ponytail. She's fairly satisfied with the ending result because of the amount of time it took her to get ready.
"Who's the lucky guy?" Her reflection asks her before I go to meet Sirius.
"Remus Lupin," she responded, a smile growing on her face when her reflection nods in approval.
I smile. She is so happy to be going with Remus. He's a great guy and I wink at Karly before heading down the stairs.
I can't be happier for her.Lexi is wearing deep purple robes causing her raven hair to shine, which hangs beautifully to her shoulders. I'm jealous of her beauty; she looks way too pretty for Potter.
She's going to the ball with James. Why, I don't know. She seems happy to be going with him and it's not like I can't see why. He and Sirius are the most popular guys in the school—anyone would be lucky to go with them.
But, Potter? Gross.
She knows I hate James and she asked me if I was okay with her going with him. Yeah, I said. I don't care.
I don't care. It's just that I don't like him and he's going with my best friend. It's weird.
Christine is going with Lucius Malfoy. She has taken a liking to the Slytherins and hangs out with them more and more often. Lucius asked Christine two weeks earlier and they had been dating ever since. It's odd. Since first year, Malfoy has been absolutely in love with Liz and, in turn, she likes to play with his mind. I guess he finally became sick of it, but I have no doubt that Liz is still fooling around with him, especially because he's dating Christine. They hate each other.
Christine is wearing blue robes that matched her eyes exactly and her light brown hair is up in messy knots. She looks way too good for Malfoy. Well, she is too good for Malfoy, but I suppose I won't get into that. It's just, why would she even want him?
Liz… I knew from helping her pick out her robes that they are black. She loves black. They almost scandalously fit her curves and I know it's because she likes playing with guy's heads. I can only guess that she's keeping her hair down. She has worn all her heavy make-up, and is going with some hot, popular Slytherin. He just happens to be Christine's older brother, Charley.
When I come down the stairs, Sirius is already waiting for me. I find out immediately that all the time I spent getting ready hasn't been wasted. I notice that both Sirius and Potter are gazing at me in amazement. I smirk at Potter and he blushes lightly for having been caught staring at me. I walk to Sirius and he takes my hand, kissing it lightly.
Sirius is wearing black robes that match his shiny black hair, while James is wearing smoky gray robes made of a comfortable fuzzy material and Remus sports dark maroon coloured robes.
I walk into the Great Hall, arm in arm with Sirius. I smile, hoping that I will have fun--my kind of fun.
The Great Hall is draped in orange and black and has pumpkins floating in mid-air, glowing fiercely. There are streamers hanging along the walls and the sky is dark and starry; there is no moon.
The ball was pretty uneventful. We danced, ate, and Sirius walked me back to the common room.
Therefore, I didn't have much opportunity to play with Sirius. I had danced almost dangerously close to him, kissed him on the cheek, kissed him on the place right next to his lips, but I never kissed his waiting lips. That was part of teasing and playing with his head. You kept them wanting more, but you barely gave them any at all. It was amusing, but I wish I would have had more opportunity to have a little more fun. The poor dope bought it all. That was the best part.
"Did you have a good time?" Sirius asks me on the walk back to the Gryffindor tower. I nod and smile, looking at the ground.
Yeah, I had fun alright.
"Good. I did too. So, um, you know next weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend? Well, I was wondering if you'd consider going with me."
I smile, but it's a fake one. Did he really just ask me that? Well, I have gotten a heads up from Potter that Sirius wants to date me, but go on a date with him? It will be a way to get into dating him and maybe dating him for real won't be that bad. I mean, I don't fancy him or anything. But, Sirius is popular, fun to be with, and terribly hot. I guess I have to think this one over.
Sirius is a great guy and not the person I thought he was; he isn't the person he's played out to be. But, there is his reputation to take into consideration. I don't want to get hurt, if I actually date him for real, but now that I'm getting to know him better, he doesn't seem like the kind of person that will hurt me, intentionally or not. I just really don't know what to do. He's friends with the enemy—James Potter. That has to mean something, doesn't it?
Any girl would be lucky to go out with Sirius, I know that. But I don't fancy him. I don't want to date him for that specific reason. Yeah, me, the bitch, not wanting to hurt someone. Surprise, surprise.
Maybe I have a tiny crush on him, but who wouldn't? He's hot, popular and rich. I'm pretty sure that even that pathetic Pettigrew boy has a crush on Sirius!
I have a crush on him, but I don't fancy him. Do I really want to date him? I suppose this is the kind of thing that you just have to take a chance on and trust your instinct. So, taking a deep breath, I do.
"Sure, Sirius. I'd love to."
Who said that? Did I just say that?
Sirius smiles at me and his hand finds mine.
Hand-holding. It's cute, I guess. I'd only done it with a few lame boyfriends in the past. Personally, I find cuddling with a boy more appealing than making out with him.
When we arrive and enter the common room, it's deserted. Sirius walks me to the stairs of the girls' dormitory.
I'm not nervous. I've been kissed before. It's pretty obvious, by the way Sirius is looking at me, that he's going to kiss me. I think it's always a little nerve wracking, kissing someone for the first time, even if it's not your first kiss, because, in a way, it is a first kiss. It's your first kiss with that particular person and I like to think about it as if you were jumping off a cliff, blindfolded. You're not really sure what to expect, or when it's coming.
See, you're not sure how good a kisser this person is, or how fast they move in relationships. You're not sure if it's going to work, or if you hit the rock bottom, breaking into little pieces.
I try not to think about jumping off a cliff as I stare into Sirius's eyes, waiting for him to kiss me.
"Well, goodnight and sweet dreams," Sirius tells me, giving my hand a squeeze before letting go.
"Yeah, goodnight," I reply. I prepare myself and take a deep breath, still waiting for him to kiss me.
As I stare into Sirius's eyes, it's now that I see it in his orbs: he really, really liked me. It isn't a joke and he isn't pretending. I can see it in his eyes that he isn't.
All of the sudden, I feel beautiful.
Then, Sirius leans down and my eyes flutter shut. And he kisses me.
Sirius was an amazing kisser. That is evident as soon as his lips touch mine. It is such a small, simple kiss, and yet, so much emotion and passion comes through it. There's no other word for it. It's just wonderful.
Sirius brakes away from my lips a few seconds later and I smile at him. He smiles a cute, shy smile that doesn't suit him in the slightest. I know he knows that that smile makes him cute and I can tell that that is the only reason he ever smiles like that. It almost makes me roll my eyes at his arrogance, but then I realize I will look like I'm insane, rolling my eyes after he kisses me. I decide to just bid him goodnight again and make my way back upstairs to change out of my dress robe. Liz and I had made plans to hang out after the ball, she's bringing the alcohol. I make sure Sirius isn't in the common room before I exit, heading for the roof—the secret meeting place that belongs to me and Liz.
I smile, remembering the kiss.
Once again, I feel beautiful.
I jerk awake the next morning, remembering the previous night. I smile and relax in my bed.
Luckily, Liz had taught me what to do to make sure I won't have a hangover. You are supposed to wait until you were fully sober before going to sleep. It works every time.
There's a faint throbbing in my head, but it's easy to ignore. I've had worse hangovers.
I vaguely remember telling Liz about Sirius and me.
"Do you remember Sirius Black? The guy I'm playing with?" I had asked her, taking a sip of my first firewhiskey of the night.
"Yeah. He's so hot."
"Well, I'm kind of dating him."
I had dropped it, just like that. After telling her, I most certainly needed to get drunk. She hadn't given me hell about it though. She had just laughed and reminded me that you always had to separate your work and your play. They could never be mixed. That was never okay.
I know, I said.
I don't intend to date him for real, I lied.
I don't really like him. He's hot, rich and popular. He'll just be fun to fool around with, I told her, pretending I meant it.
Now let's get drunk.
I look over to the clock hanging on the wall and groan when I discover the time. It's only 3:07 am. Great. Just great.
Finding I can't fall back asleep now that I'm awake and my mind is working this hard, I get up and pull on my robe and slippers. Silently creeping out of my bed, careful not to wake anyone, I snatch the book I'm currently reading and head to the common room.
No one would be awake yet. It's perfect. I will have the whole room to myself, just Lily and the quiet. The thought is so appealing that I almost run to the common room, but I then realize that everyone else was sleeping and I can't make noise to wake them.
Oh, duh.
The castle is strangely quiet as I walk to the dormitory door. It scares me half to death and I don't know why.
Oh, I know why. I hate the quiet.
I think I might be scared of the silence for some odd reason, but I can't seem to figure out why. All know is that I've always hated the quiet. Case closed.
Wanting to scream to fill the silence, I turn the knob of the door silently, my head throbbing more than ever from trying to keep from screaming in the darkness. I begin down the stairs, hoping that when I get to the common room, the cackling fire will fill the silence I know waits for me down there.
Luckily, I don't have to rely on the fire at all.
Clutching my book, I made my way down the stairs, but hear voices in the common room. I stop; both of the voices sound familiar. I turn to walk back up the stairs because I don't want to eavesdrop, but I change my mind when I hear my name and decided that if these people are talking about me, I might as well know what they are saying about me. I sit on the stairs and listen quietly, feeling as if they can hear my every breath.
"I wanted to talk to you about Lily," one of the voices says.
"What about her?"
"Well, I know you have a crush on her, and I like her too, and I don't want this to ruin anything between us."
"I told you it was fine. I'm OK with it all, In fact, I'm happy for you."
"Are you sure?" The first voice asks.
"Yes. Positive. It is only a crush, after all. It's not like I fancy her. You do, don't you?"
There is a long silence in which I wish I can see what is going on between the two boys. I immediately notice that I'm breathing heavily, but only because I'm nervous of being heard. I hold my breath and wait for them to continue their conversation.
"Do you fancy her, Padfoot?" The second voice asks again.
"Well, I mean… Yeah, I really do."
"Then you should go for it. I'm happy for you."
I can almost hear both boys smile. I hear the slapping of hands and know they must be giving each other a secret handshake. I smile. Boys are so stupid. I almost laugh out loud, but remember that I'm not supposed to be listening to this conversation in the first place.
"Alright, I'm going back to bed."
"OK. I can't sleep. I'll see you later."
I hold my breath and hide as I hear one of the guys make his way up the stairs. After hearing no movement in the common room for a good ten minutes, I figure both boys have left and I proceed to the common room with my book.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't think anyone was in here," I say as soon as I enter the common room, for it isn't empty. One of the guys is still in the room with his back to me. He turns around and I know immediately why I thought I recognized the voices. It is Sirius.
"Hey, Lily," he says, moving over on the couch so that I can sit next to him. "I didn't think anyone else would be awake."
It's Sirius. So that means the other voice has to be either James or Remus… Bloody Hell, why do they have to sound so much alike? I wonder who it is… It's probably James, since I found out the other day that it's James who's had a crush on me since first year.
"Yeah me either," I reply, distractedly.
"What are you doing awake? Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, I promise. I just couldn't sleep and thought I'd read for a bit. What are you doing awake?"
"Just doing some thinking," he says.
He doesn't mention who he was talking to… I wonder why… I know it was James, but I wonder why Sirius won't say anything about it. He probably just doesn't know I know that James has a crush on me and, of course, being James's friend, can't say anything about it, especially to me.
I sigh, sit down by Sirius, and open my book. Sirius puts his arm around my shoulders and stares off into the fire wrapped in his own thoughts.
His arm is around my shoulders. I don't think anyone has ever put their arm around my shoulders. It's usually my waist. Even the one time I was shivering and my boyfriend at that time wanted to keep me warm, he only tightened his arm around my waist. He didn't even put an arm around my shoulders to warm me. It's odd. But, now Sirius has his arm around my shoulder and it isn't that I'm uncomfortable with it. I just don't know what to do.
When a guy holds your hand, you hold his back. You don't just leave your hand limp while he holds it.
When a guy French kisses you, you involve your tongue as well. You don't let him do all the work.
When a guy smiles at you, you smile back. You don't just walk away, leaving him grinning like an idiot.
All of these things have happened to me already in the past and so I know what to do about them.
But, a guy has never put his arm around my shoulders.
So, I do the only thing I feel that's right. I draw nearer to him, relax myself in his arms, and let him hold me.
And that's how it stays for a while, until I fall asleep. I suppose Sirius draped a blanket over while I fell asleep because by the time I wake, there is a blanket covering my shivering form. I didn't realized I had been cold while I was asleep.
Only, Sirius draping a blanket over me isn't the cutest part.
The cutest part is Sirius holding me while I slept and just enjoying the warmth of my company.
It is the kind of mushy stuff that usually makes me want to gag or something, but for some reason, the thought of him holding me in my slumber doesn't make me gag. It only makes me smile.
Author's Note- No critical diseases are causing me to die, I didn't drown in some freak accident, and I haven't decided to run away to Vegas and get married. Just the same old thing—laziness, school, work, family, friends, grounded, sick, other stories, etc. However, I've finally put in the edits for this chapter and I promise the next one's not going to take this long. I'm trying to write five stories at a time so I'm working out a rotation schedule for writing. New chapter of TTT isn't up yet seeing as I haven't even written it yet, but I'll try to get it written and edited this week, maybe? At the most it will be posted sometime next week. And MD… I'm going to work on that one next week. I haven't written chapter 9 yet, so I'm not sure what's going to happen.
Anyway, as always thank you for reading, I hope you liked it, posts will not be this long apart, and I'm terribly sorry about this! I punish myself! No more homework for a month! Sounds good to me!
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