Chapter Two:

New Charms Partner

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings mentioned in this story


As I made my way back to the dormitories later that night, I felt lighter than I had in months. Mentally, of course; after all the food I ate at the feast, I would no be able to put the words light and me together in a sentence for a very long time.

I was still reveling in the fact that my friends were not repulsed by the change in me. Instead, they seemed to be excited. I felt as if I was gaining entrance into some sort of secret society, a society where Oliver, Fred and George were all madly sick with hormones also. I felt at ease knowing that they too had their own tendencies to drool at the sight of the opposite sex.

My relief, however, was overshadowed by an even greater problem. I was obsessed with Oliver Wood, in a very unhealthy way. I had spent most of the evening, watching his every move, desperately hoping that at one point or another he would turn his head in my direction. He did, several times, and when he did I had trouble remembering how to breathe. It was particularly noticeable when I was in the middle of a sentence, and I had to drop out unexpectedly due to shortness of breath. Fred was already concerned that I had some sort of respiratory problem.

I didn't have the slightest idea how I was going to survive this predicament. I hadn't gone a single day, over the past five years of attending Hogwarts, without talking or seeing Oliver. And now, I couldn't even function in his presence. Sure, I could talk to the kid, but if I was expected to do anything outside of talking, I'm pretty sure that my body would be fairly useless. Quidditch practice was going to be a joke; one dazzling smile from Wood and I would go plummeting into the stadium to a most untimely death. Death would probably be preferable to letting down the team on an account of hormones.

It was cool in the dark stairway, and I found it to be a pleasant change to the stifling heat of the great hall. My feet knew the way up the stair and before I knew it I was reaching for the handle of door. I had to squint upon opening the door due to the light that burst forth into the darkness. The first thing I noticed about room was that it was a completed disaster.

There were clothes strung from one side to the next, and magazines with pictures of smiling wizards carpeted the floor. Four identical canopied beds were shoved against the far wall next to a large picture window that overlooked the grounds and the nearby lake. Candles upon candles littered the walls, and all of them appeared to have been lit for our return to Hogwarts, probably by the house elves.

The three beds closest to the bathroom were occupied with heaps of clothing; my bed was closest to the door. Being closest to the door had always been handy in past years whenever I needed to make a quick escape from the room. Usually whenever the girls started talking about 'girly' stuff I would slip out the door quietly and return late in the night when the girls were sure to be asleep.

I had never been very good at conversing with my roommates. Our conversations usually consisted of a few polite questions on their part and one word responses from me. It seemed that all they ever talked about were their looks, the boys they wanted, and the girls that they hated. It had always annoyed me.

But now, I was curious about how my hormones would change this. I had caught myself several times this summer, in brief spats of boredom, turning on the television to watch women fighting over a man. I was certain that it was my first step into become a fully fledged 'girly' girl. But ever since I developed this massive crush, I was beginning to think that becoming a 'girly' girl wasn't such a bad thing; dying from massive heart break was.

So I had decided I would try to engage my roommates in conversation for the first time in my life. It would be difficult and I would most likely suffer permanent damage from it, but I would survive.

Taking a nervous step into the room, I sighed wondering how the girls had dirtied the room this quickly. I discreetly made my way over to my bed, where my trunk waited expectantly. All I wanted to do was sleep; the talking would be put off for another evening. Now all I had to focus on was not dreaming about Oliver which would be terribly difficult.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my three roommates sitting in a huddle in the center of the room, whispering madly about something. Their robes had been tossed unceremoniously onto their beds and all three were now dressed in probably the most stylish looking pajamas I had ever seen.

Angelina Johnson was the first one to look up at me; she was a short girl with fairly long black hair, and a friendly set of dimples that popped out whenever she smiled. She was my favorite of the group, because she seemed to understand the concept of privacy.

"Hey Katie, love the hair!" she called over to me.

"Thanks, Angie." I said quietly, finishing with a yawn. I thought that would be it for the conversation until the other two girls looked up at me mischievously. Their looks gave me the hunch that they were up to no good.

"Katie, we'd like to talk to you." Alicia Spinnett said excitedly, her eyes dancing madly. Alicia had even longer blonde hair than Angie, and blue eyes that drove the guys crazy.

My third roommate, Tanya Spate, also giggled. Her straight brown hair was cut short, to her chin, and she had angular features and brown eyes. I didn't like Tanya very much. I'm pretty sure she's the one who started some rather nasty rumors about me back in second year and I have a really hard time with letting things go.

I ambled over slowly to where the girls sat and plopped down unceremoniously.

"So…what's up?"

"That's what we'd like to know." Alicia smirked. I hadn't even been at Hogwarts for three hours, and my roommates had already noticed the change. But how? The only thing I could think of was that I had run my hand through my hair an awful lot at dinner, but I was discreet about it. I was hoping to put off this conversation, but it looked as if fate had something else in mind.

I put a false look of confusion on my face. "What?"

"Oh come on! It's completely obvious that you've started to take an interest in men!" Angelina spat. I rolled my eyes.

I figured it was useless to deny it. "What gave me away?"

"Um…let's see it could have been you're change in appearance, your hopeless love sick eyes, and you inability to look away from Oliver Wood." Alicia said, counting off on her fingers.

"Was I that obvious?" I was pitiful. I couldn't even hide my hormones from people that didn't even know me that well.

"Uh-huh." Tanya smirked. I felt like snarling.

"Don't worry though, honey." Alicia said, reaching over to pat my hand. "We all had our days. Not to mention that we've all had our own crushes on the undeniably handsome Oliver Wood." I looked as they all began to nod sheepishly.

"Even you, Angelina?" I asked, incredulous. I had never even seen Angelina give Oliver a second glance. Unless of course, she was mad at him for some kind of quidditch related squabble.

She nodded slowly. "Third year, the first time I saw Oliver without a shirt. I about crapped myself."

"But you all seem to be able to hold yourselves together now when you're around him. How do you manage it?" I asked.

Tanya let out a bark of laughter. "Some days it's not so easy. But other days Oliver's such a big prat that it's not a problem."

"I don't know I've got it pretty bad for him." I said reluctantly. On the one hand, I wasn't sure I trusted these girls, at least not Tanya. But on the other hand, I needed some serious advice if I was going to make it through the year. No matter how much girl-talk freaked me out, it still didn't change the fact that I needed it bad.

"Go on?" Alicia pried, pulling her legs up and tucking her chin atop her knees. She was prepared for a major gossip dish. I glanced at Angelina who seemed just as entranced, waiting for me to continue. I could get used to this girl dishing thing.

"Well, I started off the summer fawning over every male specimen within a six mile radius. At one point I was unable to speak to boys…I resorted to grunting. I got a little better and I thought I could repress my hormones. But I found out differently when I arrived at the train this morning and saw him." Just the thought of him made me pause for a moment. All three girls sighed as I paused and I struggled not to roll my eyes.

"Before I knew it, Fred and George revealed my secret and then Oliver told me that he would teach me the rules to attracting people—,"

"—Rules?" Alicia interrupted, looking perplexed.

"You know…" I said fumbling, not having the slightest clue about what I was talking about. "Putting out standardized bait and reeling people in. Oliver said it works like a charm…"

Alicia started to turn really red in the face. I started sweating, figuring that Alicia was going to attack me. She was usually a calm and perky person; this was totally out of character for her.

And then, she exploded. "I knew that Oliver Wood had a big head, but I never figured him for that big of an asshole!" Alicia clenched her fists in anger. I looked at Angelina, anxiously, but she just shrugged, giving me a look that said that this sort of stuff happened all the time.

"I think he was just trying to help me…" I added lamely, hoping to placate Alicia's raging temper. Unfortunately, Alicia seemed to grow more furious with what I said.

"I just cannot believe that he thinks he can just reel us in like were all a bunch of dumb drones waiting for him to grace us with his presence. Ugh!"

"Typical guy," Tanya said in a sing-song voice. I frowned; having hung out with guys for most of my existence I took offence to that.

"Hey, Oliver's a nice guy. He would never intentionally hurt someone." I hissed. Angelina smiled at me.

"You've got it bad. You're already defending him! How cute!"

I didn't exactly think cute was the word for what I had.

"Uh—yeah I've got it bad! Why do you think that I was begging for help?" I asked harshly. Alicia continued to mutter to herself loudly, letting out several foul words that I had never heard her say before.

"So what exactly do you need help with?" Angelina asked.

"Nabbing Mr. Woods; I can't do it on my own." I said sullenly. I wished that all these womanly flirting impulses would have come on their own, just like the hormones, but no such luck.

"So you're set on Oliver? There's no one else?" Angelina asked. I tried to think of anyone else at Hogwarts that would catch my eye. There was Harry Potter, but he had enough problems as it was, and I wasn't that attracted to him. Cedric Diggory was drop dead attractive also, but I was pretty sure that Alicia had a thing for him. I didn't have anything in common with him either. The only other boy that I could think of at the moment, for some odd reason, was Neville Longbottom and I wasn't even going to go there.

"I can't think of anyone else. I really just want Oliver." I said finally.

"Alright, alright," Alicia said calmly. She had finally gotten out of her fit apparently. "I've got a good plan. We let Oliver try to teach Katie his 'rules', in an attempt to attract a male" she ground her teeth loudly.

"But I'm not after anyone else! I want to know how to get Oliver!" I protested. Alicia silenced me with a quick gesture of her hand.

"Let me finish!" she jumped up quickly and began pacing back and forth in front of her bed.

"So Oliver will go about teaching Katie the 'rules'. But we're going to prove to him that the rules don't actually exist by sabotaging his every piece of advice. Meanwhile, we'll be teaching Katie the feminine graces to flirting. And by the end of this whole situation, Oliver will realize how stupid his rules are, and he'll fall madly in love with Katie."

Angelina grinned broadly. "I like it, showing Oliver that his rules are a load of hog-swallop. And Katie," she said turning towards me, "Don't worry about him falling for you. You're already irresistible." She then gave me an encouraging smile.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. I wondered why people kept on telling me that when I myself couldn't find any ounce of truth within it.

"There's nothing really to flirting. Just flash them a couple times and you'll have all the boys calling." Tanya said laughing from where she sat. My eyes narrowed. I was beginning to dislike Tanya even more than usual. She seemed to revel in my discomfort.

"We all know how you get the boys, Tanya," Alicia chided, speaking before I had a chance to. "But Katie here has a bit more taste."

Tanya sniffed loudly, and then stood up abruptly, making her way to the bathroom. Angelina rolled her eyes as the door slammed shut.

"Ignore her. Now, do you know what Oliver's first lesson will be about?" Alicia asked.

I shook my head. "I have no idea."

"Probably something lame, like appropriate body language," Angelina said, thoughtfully. "That or pickup lines. I've heard from several of Oliver's ex-girlies, that Mr. Wood loves to use the sappy lines."

"What the devil would a girl say as a pickup line?" I asked, intrigued. Angelina shrugged, so we both turned our gaze to Alicia.

She scowled. "Do I look like I've used a pickup line before?"

"No. But you have had the most experience."

Alicia smiled at the compliment. "Well, usually when I like a guy a lot, I find out what they're interested in, and then strike up a conversation about it. No tricks, gimmicks, or anything."

"That sounds a little bit too easy, if you ask me." I said skeptically. If that was all you had to do to reel someone in, being single would be a rarity.

"She left out the part where she flutters her eyelashes and giggles loudly at anything they say." Angelina said. Alicia gave her a dirty glare.

"I might throw in a few complimentary arm grazes and flirty looks, but aside from that, it's all about the conversation for me."

I shuddered when she said 'arm grazes'. My mind couldn't help but picture Oliver and I being transformed into sheep, grazing in a field together. It made no sense, but it made me smile.

"Okay, so I have to start learning about Oliver's interests. Oh wait—I already know them!" I slapped myself on the forehead, "Quidditch, quidditch, and quidditch." This advice wasn't turning out to be as helpful as I thought it was going to be.

"You forgot girls." Angelina added, pointedly.

"Well Katie, I guess you're going to have to start out with the big guns: the ever successful arm-graze." Alicia said dramatically. I groaned. How was I supposed to touch the guy when I practically died when he looked at me?

"Arm grazes? That's just really awkward. What am I going to say if he catches me 'Gee sorry, Oliver. I was just checking to make sure you didn't have skin cancer.'"

I was fairly certain that Oliver's advice was going to be weird, but I would welcome anything above arm grazes. Just the thought of getting that close to someone's body in the first place gives me the shivers. I mean sure, if there is a killer spider or something crawling on someone's arm then I would see the need for touching. But just as a sign of growing affection? I don't think so.

Alicia laughed. "It won't be awkward, just do it. And if it doesn't work, we'll move on to something else."

"And that would be what? I'm not planning on grazing anything else on his body anytime in the future." This plan was suspiciously starting to sound a lot like Oliver's; trying out someone else's tricks to see if they worked. I almost felt as if I was becoming a double agent, spying on both sides while undermining the mission.

"We have to see what Oliver does first and then well plan our move." Alicia said, trying to stifle a yawn. I didn't like how Alicia was saying 'we'. She could certainly do all the touching and the flirting, but if it came down to me I knew that this whole idea was going to end in a huge disappointment.

"So what do I do until then, drool every time I see him?" I said, standing up stiffly from the floor.

"You've been his best friend for years, Katie. Just act like you used to, as if nothing has changed." Angelina said as she too made her way to her bed. I walked slowly towards my own bed, and fell down heavily upon it.

Both Angelina and Alicia grew silent, either in thought or sleep, and after several minutes, I heard Tanya make her way out of the bathroom. She had obviously been sitting in the bathroom with her ear next to the door, waiting for our conversation to end.

She huffed several times, trying to broadcast her distress like the drama queen she was. Once again I controlled the urge to lash out at her.

By the time the candles had burned out I was certain that the rest of the girls had fallen fast asleep. I had finally decided that I would be able to act as if nothing had changed, even if it killed me. Oliver was just a guy. I would survive. I would survive.


The next morning was fairly uneventful. Living with three girls was harder than I remembered; it was fairly difficult to get any time in the bathroom at all.

With what little time I had, I bewitched my hair to look extra glossy, something I'd learned from a book entitled 'Vanity for Witches'. My mom had given it too me when I was seven. A bit prematurely, I think.

Both Alicia and Angelina complimented my hair on our way down to breakfast (Tanya had stayed behind; some sort of wardrobe malfunction). I returned the favor and commented on how they both looked good today. I was starting to understand the girl talk; all you had to do was compliment other people to the high heavens, gossip ninety percent of the time, and call girls you didn't like bitches. I was actually good at the 'bitches' part.

We found our way into the Great Hall which was brightly illuminated from the sun that was shining brightly today. I looked skeptically at the tables which were practically groaning from the weight of food piled upon them. I had believed last night that it would be impossible to ever feel hungry again. And yet here, at the sight of food, I found myself suddenly ravenous.

I followed the girls as they quickly trekked over to the furthest corner of the table, away from all the chattering first years. After filling our plates we all began to dig into the food.

"So what class load do you have today, Katie?" Angelina asked brightly, just before tearing into a piece of bacon.

"Double charms, History of Magic and then double Potions…blech." I said sourly. Just the though of Binns followed by Snape irked me to no end. I didn't mind charms as much; Flitwick had told me many times that I had improved tenfold since my first days at Hogwarts, and I was very happy to agree with him.

My first day ever in charms had been a complete disaster. I had unknowingly turned one of the rats we were practicing on into a rabid monster. Only after he had bitten half the class was Flitwick able to get him under control. Since then, I hadn't had a single person sit next to me in charms. It didn't bother me, though. I was a tough bird.

"I wonder if Snape has gotten any better over the summer," Alicia said hopefully as she helped herself to a plate of toast.

"Snape…better? That'll never happen." I said looking around the hall as I nibbled on a muffin. Everyone at our table seemed to be focused on eating as much food as they possibly could. I noticed that the rest of the tables were loaded with students that were also focused on devouring the morning meal.

All the students in the hall seemed to be excited for their first day of classes; their voices were exuberant to the point that I felt myself getting a dull headache from all the noise.

My eyes searched the Ravenclaw table for my brother, Matty. There he sat, in a large group of boisterous boys who appeared to be laughing loudly at a joke. I smiled at him, but he didn't even notice. Typical Matty.

A loud guffaw sounded from the doors of the hall, and I turned around just in time to see Fred, George and Oliver waltz in.

My stomach did a somersault at the sight of my quidditch captain, and I had to bite my lip in order to stop from smiling. I saw Angelina and Alicia exchange glances out of the corner of my eye.

I gave the boys a little wave and they all continued to laugh as they sat down next to me at the table.

"Morning, Katie." George said crisply, immediately filling his plate with food.

"Good morning boys." Alicia said in a falsely sweet tone before I could reply. I inwardly groaned, praying silently that she wouldn't reveal that I squealed about the pact.

All three boys look surprised at the tone of her voice. George was the first to recover.

"Alicia! Darling! How have you been?" he crooned. Alicia's eyes narrowed.

"Perfect. Just Perfect." She continued in the same sugary tone. I could almost see the wheels running in Alicia's head, so I quickly gave her a swift kick under the table to stop her train of thought.

She grimaced, but continued to smile sweetly at George. "So George, have you acquired any female friends as of late?" I did another mental head slap. Alicia apparently wasn't one for subtleties.

George, taken aback at the question, reddened a bit at the collar, before choking out, "No."

Alicia smiled viciously. I had no idea that she would hold such a deep grudge against someone just because they said that girls were easy to get. It wasn't even George that said it; it was Oliver. And poor George, helpless to the attack of the woman scorned. I felt the need to say something.

Before I could George continued. "But I don't need a girlfriend. They're too much trouble. I'm more of a one night stand guy myself."

Fred and Oliver choked on whatever they had been consuming at that. I smiled, knowing that Alicia was going to have a hard time cracking the twins.

Alicia frowned, with a disapproving look on her face. But with nothing left to say, she turned her attention back on her breakfast plate.

"So Katie," Fred began, "Did you score with anybody last night."

"Only a dozen guys or so." I said loudly.

Both Angelina and Alicia looked at me, puzzled. Another dilemma: the girls had no sense of humor. I was not going to survive as a girly girl if the people I hung out with didn't have a sense of humor. I'll admit it that my humor was a little off, but most people pretended to laugh with me at least.

"I'm kidding." I said towards Angelina and Alicia. I looked back at the boys and shrugged and then turned my attention back to breakfast.

There was a brief silence before Angelina asked politely, "Oliver, When are we going to start practicing again?"

Everyone else at the table rolled their eyes. Leave it to Angelina to ask Oliver a question that would most likely elicit an impossibly long response from him. Last time she asked a question like this, we had to be lectured for about four hours about the importance of sufficient practicing time.

Oliver thought for a moment and then said curtly, "Tomorrow night." We all held our breaths, waiting for him to continue, but he didn't. He turned his attention back towards the morning paper and was silent.

I was stunned. A stoic Oliver? What was the world coming to? Not that I didn't mind him sitting there silently; he was easier to stare at.

It was as if a bell had just gone off; suddenly everyone around us was beginning to stand up, getting ready to go to class. I took a look at my watch, noting that I had just enough time to run to the bathroom before I made it to my first class.

"Well I'm off. See ya." I said, grabbing my wand and the bag that held my books. I looked at my friends as they all waved a goodbye before I headed towards the front of the hall.

However, before I even made it out the doors, I heard someone's footsteps coming up beside me. I turned to look, and it was Oliver. It was all I could do to not stop right there and faint.

"Whatcha doin?" I asked nervously. He matched his stride with mine easily so he could walk beside me, his robe swaying as he walked.

Oliver smirked. "Can't a guy walk around without being interrogated?" The words just rolled off his tongue in his thick Scottish accent. I sighed, very loudly in bliss.

"Of course," I said and then waved my arms in front of me, "Interrogation over."

"Good. Now I have some questions for you." Oliver said as we began our trek up the stairs towards the Charms room. I wondered if he had charms next; because if he didn't he was for sure going to be late for class.

"Shoot." I said waiting for Oliver's questions, trying to focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

"So you're still up for romantic lessons?" he smiled crookedly at the word romantic.

"Of course, oh great one, I would never give up the chance to study under you." I added playfully.

"Okay. I don't have time to do anything this week with homework and quidditch, but maybe this weekend?"

"This weekend would be great." I squeaked. It almost sounded like we were setting up a date. A date with Oliver Wood. I definitely could get used to that. If only it were real.

"Okay, a few questions before you go scare the hell out of our Charms class." He said smiling. I scowled at him and began to protest, but he just talked louder.

"What's your type? Do you like muscular men, or are you after the shrimps?" I could tell that he was dying of laughter on the inside, and it was killing me. If only he knew that my type was walking right next to me.

"Why am I supposed to be answering these dumb ass questions?" I drawled.

"If I'm going to find you someone to date I need to have some specifications."

"Oh ok." I said, my thoughts running wild. Was he going to take this serious? Or was he going to end up playing some sort of sick practical joke on me? Setting me up with someone that looked like Frankenstein.

I figured that it didn't really matter because I was vying for his attention anyways, so I decided to tell the truth. "Muscular. But not so buff that they can't walk upright."

Oliver gave me a strange look. "You know," I back pedaled, "Those big muscular men that walk around with their knuckles dragging on the ground."

"Ok, Katie. I don't know where you've seen this specimen of 'man-apes' but I will try my hardest to avoid them."

"Thanks, Ollie. Its good to know you've got my best interests at heart."

He chuckled as we rounded the last corner before we reached the charms classroom.

"Do you like serious or comedic?" He continued.

"Do you even have to ask?" I teased giving him a big smile. I was desperately wishing that he would suggest himself as the first date, but the chances of that happening were close to nil.

"Right, I guess I don't. Okay, since were running out of time here…" he said eyeing the charms door where several other students were making a break for it before they were late. Flitwick imposed a charm on the door so that when people walked in late, they would suddenly have the desperate urge to hit themselves. It was rather funny to watch, but not pleasant to endure.

"Are there any boys at Hogwarts, right now that you fancy?" he moved in closer as he said it, and grabbed my arm. He then proceeded to make a dash for the door, dragging me along behind him.

We barely made it inside the door before Flitwick, from behind his desk at the front of the classroom, made a motion with the wand, setting the spell in place.

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, but I was so caught up in the fact that he was holding my hand, that I couldn't breathe.

He dragged me to a table in the far back and all of the eyes in the classroom watched us as we weaved in and out of the tables. Most of the females were giving me dirty looks. They were the ones that, if the situation were different, I would call bitches.

I saw Alicia and Angelina sitting at a table in the middle of the room, and they looked as surprised as I was.

I was even more perplexed when he sat down in the chair next to mine at the table. I kept on waiting for him to move to another table, when it hit me: for the first time in five years, I had a partner. And it was Oliver Wood: my best friend and now my biggest crush. Oh happy day.

I felt so warm on the inside and was so caught up in basking in the happy feeling that I only heard the second half of Flitwick's question.

"—drops of moonsbane does it take to cure flabberstout, Ms. Bell?" I stared at him blankly and I could feel his impatience growing from all the way across the room.

"I don't know, sir." I said quietly, he huffed, and then started berating a student in the front of the class with questions. How was it that teachers knew exactly when to catch you off guard? I had never understood how they did it, but it seemed to be happening to me all the time. Part of that was because I often wasn't paying attention.

After several wrong answers, Flitwick returned to the board and flicked his wand a few more times. Writing sprung up on the board and we all reached for our quills and began to scribble down the notes on the board.

Oliver leaned over towards me and whispered, "So what's your answer?"

I could hardly even remember the question. Should I admit to Oliver that I had a crush on him, that he was the one I wanted? It would be wonderful, if he returned the feeling. But what would happen if he didn't feel the same? Our friendship would diminish, and I didn't think I could handle that.

I returned to the mantra I had taught myself earlier, 'I will not be any different than before', then turned to him and whispered, "No."

I watched him, closer than I ever had before, but he didn't display any emotion. No pain, no regret, no upset. It hurt a little knowing that he didn't have a crush on me, but it was something I had been expecting all along.

"Well, Katie," he began, his voice extremely composed, "then let the games begin."

I sighed. I didn't want the games to begin. I wanted the prize. I didn't want to have to trick Oliver into liking me as more than a friend, but I couldn't see any other way of getting him to like me. I had been stuck in the friend's zone for too long.

For the rest of the class, I had trouble concentrating. When I wasn't staring at Oliver out of the corner of my eye, I was concerned about who he was going to set me up with. Flitwick was going on about how much stuff we were going to learn this year, which just added to my troubles.

I really needed to talk to Alicia; I was hoping she would confirm that I hadn't already made a mistake by not telling him my feelings.

And as I watched the clock slowly tick by, I suddenly became obsessed with something else that was very important: I really had to pee.


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