LADY MALFOY
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related belongs to J. K. Rowling. And the places I mention, in the story do not belong to me.
Author's note: First of all, I want to thank Pheonix soar for beta-ing the chapter and so fast.
Confused about Potter's inheritance?
Ummm … First of all, the Dursleys were well off themselves before the Potters' demise. They were just greedy for more. The inheritance is definitely lesser than what it was at the time of their death. But Harriet, only being a toddler, had no idea how much wealth her family had. So, she has no way of comparing it, but she will know the truth in the next chapter, I promise.
I also want to clear one more thing: the Malfoys live in Tisbury, the Weasleys in Biddestone, and the Zabinis in Swindon. These, along with Chippenham, were the names of actual towns and villages in Wiltshire in the 19th century. I do not know if the names still exist. I found the information on the net. I am assuming that these towns and villagers ARE neighbours. I have no idea if that it is true since I could not find a proper map.
Thank you for your awesome reviews, guys. You have no idea how happy they make me!!!
Warnings: AU NON-MAGIC . Harry is a female. You will find swear words but quite seldom. I will add furthur warnings as story progresses.
Chapter 7: Refusal and advice
When they left, all the Weasleys along with Hermione turned to stare at Harriet in bewilderment. Harriet, for her part, turned bright red in embarrassment.
After a moment of silent staring, Arthur once again cleared his throat and asked, "What was that all about?" Every one looked expectantly at Harriet.
"I don't know," Harriet said with a nervous smile.
"Mr. Zabini said you and Mr. Malfoy have met on a few occasions. Why weren't we informed of that?" Arthur asked her calmly.
Harriet looked around at her mother and siblings who were watching her in wonder and confusion.
"Well you see, Father," Harriet started hesitantly, biting her lips, "We did meet each other a few times. Blaise introduced us for the first time in January when I visited the Zabinis' house. When I first met him, he seemed cold and indifferent and I was sceptical, having had heard about his family from Bill and Charlie. But after a couple of meetings, I found him witty and intriguing."
"And the reason I haven't told you about meeting him was that I had heard from Bill and Charlie how the Malfoys treated our family with disdain and contempt over the years and I was afraid that I would upset you by admitting that I was on good speaking terms with their son," Harriet finished nervously.
"Did he propose to court you?" Molly asked curiously.
"No, Mother, he gave no indication of courting me during our meetings. I promise, Mother, that we never spoke without company. His proposal has come as a shock to me as much as it has to you," Harriet said urgently and, gazing at Arthur, added in distress, "I apologise Father, if I have embarrassed you." Her eyes pleaded them to believe her.
'Oh, my poor naïve Harry,' Molly thought in exasperation, internally rolling her eyes.
Arthur and Molly nodded in understanding and gave her a reassuring smile. At that moment, Harriet hated herself for lying to her family.
Harriet and the Weasleys watched in silence as Arthur stared thoughtfully out of the window.
"Well, I think it is time for me to clear certain things about the past concerning the Weasleys and the Malfoys," Arthur sighed finally.
"During the time of my great-grandfather, Thomas Weasley, we were a wealthy family; not as much as the Malfoys though, but we had high status in social circles. At that time, the Malfoys and we were on amiable terms."
"But Thomas Weasley and Franklin Malfoy had different opinions on how to conduct business. Franklin was ruthless, unlike my great grandfather, who was an idealistic man. He was not above bribery and manipulation to expand their businesses. So, their wealth boomed while the Weasleys lost their wealth gradually because Thomas refused to stray from the path of doing business with morals. By my father Arnold's time, the Weasleys', who were once considered Elite, had descended to Middle-class. And, henceforth, the Malfoys decided that we no longer deserved acknowledgement, much less respect from them."
"But, Lady Alexandra Malfoy was different; she was warm and cordial with everyone, especially the Weasleys. Also, when Lady Alexandra had an extremely difficult pregnancy with her youngest child Victoria, it was my grandmother Amelia, then working as a domestic nurse, who took care of her. If it weren't for Grandmother's care and God's good grace, she wouldn't have survived the ordeal. Lady Malfoy didn't agree with her father-in-law and her husband's sentiments. But, under their control, she couldn't go against their wishes."
"It would be a lie if I said I don't hate Lucius, because I do, whole-heartedly; for he was most vicious and insulting towards my family. Lucius is a self-centred, bigoted, obnoxious and heartless man. In the past, the Malfoys indulged in bribery and offered favours to men to get help for their business, but Lucius took it to new heights. When he became Head of the Malfoy family, I heard that he started inflicting physical torture on his servants and workers for their mistakes, and that he was ruling them with fear. I didn't believe it until I saw with my own eyes one day and it thoroughly disgusted me."
"For 5 years, he reigned over the Malfoy's family and businesses until Lady Alexandra, who went into seclusion in Scotland after Abraxas's death, returned. She took over the family duties and banished Lucius and his wife to France for putting the dark spot on the Malfoy family's name through his cruelty and vile practices. Over the last 12 years, Lady Malfoy worked hard to return the previous glory of the Malfoys. She also tried to repair the damaged relationship between us."
"And we have great respect and admiration for her," Arthur finished with a smile.
"Has young Mr. Malfoy ever talked to you about his family, dear?" Molly asked Harriet, interrupting the silence that reigned over the room while the others looked thoughtful.
"He did, but not in this much detail, though. From what little he did tell me, I got the feeling that he doesn't have any warm affection towards them, either," Harriet admitted quietly.
"So, what do you think of his proposal? Do you want to marry him?" Arthur asked her grimly.
"I don't know, Father. All I know is that I will never marry someone who you and Mother do not approve of," Harriet said firmly.
Being the only one to notice the sigh of relief that escaped from Arthur, Molly said quickly, "Well, let's not make any hasty decisions. We have time to think on it," before Arthur could say anything.
Arthur frowned at her.
Molly warned the children not to reveal anything about the Malfoys' proposal until they had made a final decision.
Harriet nodded absent-mindedly and left the room. She was still reeling from her father's revelations. 'Maybe, this time I swallowed more than I could chew,' Harriet thought as her body shivered in fear and her pallor turned pale.
"What do you think, Arthur?" Molly asked as they settled on the bed later that night. During the day, before any of the Weasley children could make a comment about the issue, Molly had stopped them with a fierce glare for which Harriet was very grateful.
"Don't you think Harry is too young to be married?" Arthur asked instead.
"She is eighteen, Arthur. She became legal for marriage six years ago. Only, we didn't want our daughters to be married until they were eighteen. Harriet is mature and responsible enough to take up the marital duties quite well now," Molly assured him gently.
"But the Malfoys?" Arthur asked in concern. "I had hoped for a warm, loving husband for Harriet who would understand her desires and needs, and would actually bother to fulfil them. Especially after the childhood she had."
"And what makes you think young Mr. Malfoy can't give her all that?" Molly asked in return.
"Well, he did seem a bit cold. And from what I remember, he was an obnoxious boy then," Arthur replied.
"Oh Arthur, that was twelve years ago and he must have changed since then, especially growing up under the care of Lady Malfoy. And I don't think she would lie about her grandson's virtue just to convince you to marry our daughter to him, do you?" Molly asked, frowning at him.
Arthur sighed heavily. "So, you believe this Union would be good for Harriet?"
"Absolutely. Why don't you?" Molly asked him gently.
"Oh, I don't disagree that Harriet will lead a comfortable life if she were to become his wife. But, will it be a happy one? Will he be able to love her?" Arthur muttered apprehensively.
"Oh Arthur, different people have different ways of showing their love. Just because he appears to be a private person doesn't mean he is incapable of love. Besides, I have full confidence in our Harry to make him fall in love with her," Molly said brightly.
"From what I heard, over the years, many young women – beautiful, talented or otherwise – tried to win young Mr. Malfoy's affections. But he showed no interest in any of them. In fact, I heard that he declared himself a bachelor. But finally our Harriet managed to attract him with her charms," Molly gushed. "He might not love her at the moment, but it is only a matter of time. You will see."
"Well, what about young Mr. Cedric Diggory? Didn't you say that he was interested in our Harry? That you are expecting a proposal from him?" Arthur argued.
"Well, he hasn't responded, has he? He simply took off to London to study Law," Molly said irritably.
"Molly, he is an ambitious young man. He told us he wants to earn enough money to provide for his wife and children before he could marry. He cannot just put their responsibilities on his parents while he is still studying," Arthur said reasonably.
"All right, I understand his sentiments," Molly sighed. "But he could have at least requested us to court Harriet before he left. They could have had a long engagement. At least, that way we would have been sure of his intention to marry Harriet in the future. But now we have no guarantee that he would still want to marry her if and when he returns.
"I heard women in London are a lot more outgoing than here in the country. What if the next time he returns home, he has a woman on his arm who claims to be his fiancée? We can't keep living with the hope that he would one day marry our Harry."
"I still think young Mr. Diggory would make a better husband for Harriet than young Mr. Malfoy," Arthur insisted.
"Tell me, Arthur, what do you have against the young man?" Molly asked, staring him in the eye.
"Nothing. I do believe what Lady Malfoy said. I am more worried about the treatment Harriet would receive from his other family members," Arthur admitted in distress. "Molly, we would be fools if we think that young Mr. Malfoy or Lady Malfoy would always be there to protect Harry from Lucius and Narcissa if she becomes his wife."
"Well, I think our Harry is strong enough to deal with them if necessary. Besides, they don't even live in Malfoy Manor. Except for the short visits in every couple of years that Lady Malfoy allows, Harriet wouldn't have to deal with them," Molly said stubbornly.
When Arthur made a disapproving noise, Molly sighed, "Arthur, no matter which family we marry our Harriet into, there will be at least one family member who would cause difficulties for her. Not everyone will like her."
Then, peering closely at him, she added, "And don't say you didn't notice Mr. Amos Diggory's disapproval of young Mr. Diggory's acquaintance with our Harry."
Arthur still looked apprehensive.
"But I can see that you still don't agree with me," Molly huffed. "I will find a way to pass the word of Malfoy's proposal to our Harry to the Diggorys. If they don't contest the union on their son's behalf before we have to reply to Lady Malfoy, you will agree to this union," she said sternly.
"Can't we wait for a couple of years?" Arthur asked hopefully. "Harry might receive proposals from better young men."
"Oh Arthur, the way you are fighting against this union, I don't think you will find any young man suitable for our daughters," Molly said in exasperation.
"Besides, you know very well that young men are lesser in number than women. We don't want our daughters sitting at home hoping for the perfect match. Instead, we should be ecstatic that such a good match arrived for our Harry so early. Young Mr. Malfoy is rich, young, handsome and educated. It would be foolish to let the opportunity pass by."
Arthur pondered over Molly's words in silence before asking worriedly, "Don't you think they would expect a large dowry from us?"
"I don't think Lady Malfoy is ignorant of our financial status. I firmly believe that she would be reasonable with their demands," Molly told him gently. "Besides, there is Harry's inheritance too."
"Yes, you are right," Arthur said in resignation.
"Don't worry, Arthur. Everything would turn out well," Molly assured him with a kiss.
Next morning, Molly asked one of her close friends in the neighbourhood, Mrs. Abbott, to send word of the proposal to the Diggorys. Later that evening, Mrs. Abbott visited Molly to inform her that the Diggorys were indifferent to the news. That night, when Molly told Arthur about the Diggorys' reaction, he sighed in resignation.
In the morning, after breakfast, Arthur asked the children to stay.
"We think we should accept Malfoy's proposal, Harry. What about you?" Arthur asked Harriet and quickly added, "If you don't want to marry him, we will not force you," looking expectantly at her.
"What?" Ronald exclaimed loudly, "You can't marry Harry off to that arrogant man."
"Dear, all rich men are arrogant. Some display it while others don't," Molly said calmly.
"Dear Ronniekins, you are not even rich, yet you are quite arrogant yourself," Fred piped up.
"Yes, you can hardly call that to others, Ronnie boy," George added nodding.
Ron turned red in anger. "Shut up ..."
"Harry?" Arthur urged her, immediately putting an end to their bickering.
"I need to think, Father. Can I tell you my decision later?" Harriet asked hopefully.
"What's there to think about? Is he too perfect for the likes of you?" Ginny asked snidely.
"Ginny!" Molly said admonishingly. But before she could say any more, Ginny stormed out of the room.
Harriet bowed her head sadly.
"Of course, you can think," Arthur said kindly while Molly added, "Dear, just remember that Lady Malfoy was generous enough to give us time to think about the proposal, but it would be quite an insult to them if we made them wait too long."
"I will let you know my decision tomorrow morning at breakfast, Mother. I promise," Harriet replied.
Both Arthur and Molly nodded.
Next day Harriet told her parents that she would marry Mr. Malfoy. Molly cried cheerfully at that and hugged her. Arthur decided that they should inform Lady Malfoy about it; so, that morning, Arthur and Molly left to visit Malfoy Manor in Tisbury.
At their arrival, Landen, the footman, received them at the entrance.
"Madam, a Mr. Weasley and a Mrs. Weasley," Landen announced to Alexandra who was reading in her sitting room.
"Sit them in the morning room and bring us some tea. Also inform Draco of their arrival," Alexandra ordered. "I will be with them shortly."
"Very well, Madam."
A few minutes later, Alexandra and Draco walked together into the morning room.
Arthur and Molly immediately stood on their feet and greeted them. "Lady Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy."
"Arthur, Molly" Alexandra curtsied with a smile.
"Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley," Draco bowed.
"It's good that you arrived now, for Draco was about leave for the factory," Alexandra told them.
"Oh, we are not delaying you, are we, Mr. Malfoy?" Arthur asked him, frowning.
"I can stay for some time," Draco replied calmly.
"Have you come to a decision yet, Arthur? That is why you have come, yes?" Alexandra asked without preamble.
"Yes, we would be happy to marry our daughter to your grandson," Arthur said and Molly nodded, smiling.
"Oh, this is fantastic news," Alexandra said cheerfully. "Well then, we should start planning the wedding immediately, I should think."
"Lady Malfoy, shouldn't we talk about your material expectation from us first?" Arthur interrupted her awkwardly.
"Oh," Alexandra frowned at them and gazed at Draco. "Draco?"
"I don't expect any dowry, Mr. Weasley," Draco informed him clearly.
Arthur and Molly stared at him, shocked for a moment, before looking at Alexandra.
"And I am quite proud of Draco's decision," Alexandra said, smiling at Draco. "Arthur, why do you seem so surprised? From what I heard, your eldest son, William, refused dowry too, didn't he?" she asked him.
Arthur nodded, dazed.
"These are young men and women of the progressing world, Arthur. I think you'll agree with me when I say that they should be admired for not following this ludicrous tradition," Alexandra commented with a smile.
"Of course, Madam," Arthur agreed, smiling at last.
"Well then, that's settled. Shall we move on to the wedding plans?" Alexandra asked, her watery blue eyes alight with excitement.
"I apologise, but I must take my leave now. I have an extremely important appointment this morning," Draco said, standing.
"Of course, Mr. Malfoy."
"Grandmother, can you manage the weddings details yourself?" Draco asked her.
"Draco, I have married your father, aunts and cousins before just fine by myself. I am sure I can handle yours too," Alexandra said airily.
"All right. Just don't overexert yourself," Draco advised.
Removing an envelope from his coat, "Mr. Weasley, could you give this letter to Miss Potter?" Draco asked, extending the letter to Arthur.
"Certainly, Mr. Malfoy" Arthur said, taking the letter.
"Thank you. And please stay seated," Draco said, bowing and leaving.
The moment Draco left, Alexandra said in hushed tones, "Arthur, I have a request for you. As you know, my health has been failing since the last couple of months. I admit that I feel weaker everyday. My desire is to see and participate in my grandson's wedding. Do you think you can arrange their wedding as soon as possible before my illness restricts me to nothing beyond my chambers?" Her expression grew vulnerable.
Arthur frowned in concern at her, saying, "Of course, Madam."
"When do you have in mind?" Molly asked.
"Five weeks from now."
Arthur and Molly looked astonished at her reply.
"I know that a wedding requires months of planning, but I do not think I have that much time," Alexandra added in the same tone.
"A little hard work, but I think we can manage," Molly said reassuringly.
Alexandra smiled in relief.
"Where do you think would be the best place for the wedding?" she asked.
"Since both our families are large without even including the guests, I think St. Nicolas in Chippenham would be the most comfortable," Arthur suggested thoughtfully.
"Good choice," Alexandra nodded. "Now, since the notice for the wedding is extremely short, do you want me to pull some strings to book the church?"
"That won't be necessary, Madam. I have an acquaintance there who could help us," Arthur replied.
"All right. I have one more request to ask of you," Alexandra said, looking from Arthur to Molly.
"I want the wedding breakfast to be held in Malfoy Manor. And I want to be the one to organize it," Alexandra said, peering expectantly at them.
"But it is our duty to organize the wedding breakfast," Arthur argued.
"Arthur, it might very well be the last celebration that I would be attending and I want to organize it for my grandson and his bride myself. Think of it as this old woman's dying wish, Arthur, if you will," Alexandra urged intently.
Arthur and Molly looked at each other with troubled expressions.
"Let us at least pay for it," Arthur said finally.
"That won't be necessary, Arthur. You are already giving your daughter to us. Besides, you will be occupied with the wedding preparations since I asked for an earlier day. I don't want to burden you with organizing the morning breakfast, too," Alexandra told them insistently.
The Weasleys did not have much of a choice but to agree.
"You will send the guest list to me, won't you? I will need that," Alexandra said when they prepared to leave.
He nodded before leaving with Molly.
As soon as Arthur and Molly returned to the Burrow and settled themselves in the living room, Ginny asked bitterly, "How much are they asking? Do we have to sell all our possessions to pay her dowry?"
Ron, Harriet, Fred, and George, who were waiting eagerly for their arrival, rushed to the room hearing the voices.
"Watch yourself, young lady," Molly admonished, glaring at her.
"Father, how much are they expecting?" Ron asked anxiously.
"Not a single penny," Arthur announced gleefully.
"What?" Fred, George and Ron exclaimed together in shock while Ginny gaped at her parents.
"The Malfoys are not expecting a dowry at all. Young Mr. Malfoy is going our Bill's way," Arthur explained, smiling widely.
"Arthur, that should tell you what an honourable man young Mr. Malfoy is," Molly commented lightly.
"Are you serious?" Fred asked finally.
"Quite."
"They must be expecting an elaborate wedding then?" Ginny piped in nastily.
"No, all they want us to do is organise the wedding in the church. They are going to take care of the morning breakfast that will be held at Malfoy Manor. They aren't even asking us to pay for it," Molly gushed happily.
"Looks like Mr. Malfoy is a lot more enamoured by our Harry than we thought," George smirked at Harriet.
"You are right, George. Tell us, Harry, what charms did you use on Mr. Malfoy to break his cold exterior?" Fred asked, wriggling his eyebrows at her.
Harriet blushed prettily while Ginny stomped out in anger.
"Stop teasing her, you two, there is a lot to be done. The wedding is in five weeks," Molly told them.
"Five weeks!"
"Yes. Because of Lady Malfoy's ill health, we are having the wedding early," Arthur answered.
"I almost forgot, Harry, Mr. Malfoy requested us to give you this letter," Arthur said, handing her the envelope.
"Oooooh, a letter from the fiancé," George exclaimed, imitating a girl's shriek.
"Open it now or do you want to do it in seclusion?" Fred teased her.
"Stop it, you two," Harriet muttered, breaking the Malfoy seal. The smile on Harriet's face grew bigger as she read further.
"Well, what does he say?" Fred asked eagerly.
"Father, Mother, I have a confession to make," Harriet said, crouching down before her parents. Taking each of their hands in hers, "Yesterday, when I asked you to give me one more day to decide, I wrote a letter to Mr. Malfoy relaying to him my only condition to accept his proposal."
"I told him about my inheritance, and my condition was he never ask for its claim after marriage if I were to accept his proposal," Harriet told them.
"Why would you do that?" Molly asked in hushed tones while Arthur stared, horrified.
"Father, Mother, eight years ago, you did not just save me, but gave me life again. You saved me from death or, worse yet, slavery. You did not stop there; next, you gave me a family by adopting me. It was my lifelong wish to be part of a loving family since my parents' death, and you gave that. You have no idea just how much I respect and admire you for that. You did what my own relatives never did for me. And for that, I will forever be indebted to you. You don't know how many times I wished I had been born a boy so that I could stay with you, serving you my whole life. Unfortunately for me, I was born a girl. But when my aunt returned my inheritance, I thought that I was given a chance to serve you by giving it to you. Please do not think I am putting a price for everything you did for me. Because I strongly believe that no amount of riches can be worthy of the care, affection and love you so generously bestowed upon me," Harriet said, smiling gently through the tears in her emerald eyes.
"But when Mr. Malfoy proposed, I realised that the inheritance would go to my husband. That is why I wrote him a letter firmly saying that I would accept his proposal only if he never claimed my inheritance after marriage. Well, he accepted and I am grateful to him. I know that not many men would want to let go of money. And I greatly respect him for that."
"In fact, he advised that I should transfer my inheritance to you, Father, before marriage so that none of his family members can later contest for it," Harriet added, gesturing to the letter in her hand.
Molly wiped the tears flowing down her face, sniffing a little while Arthur's blue eyes watered at Harriet's passionate speech.
"What about your children, dear?" Molly asked finally.
"Oh, Mother, before the wealth they would inherit, being Heirs of the Malfoy family, my small inheritance wouldn't impress them much. Besides, I want my parents to have it," Harriet answered firmly.
"Harry, we couldn't possibly take money from a young woman," Arthur said in despair.
"Why not? Father, whatever happened in the outside world, you never treated us girls any differently than your sons under this roof. Then why bother with the difference now? You would have accepted it from me if I were your son, wouldn't you? Or is it that you don't even consider me as your child?" Harriet asked in hurtful tone.
"Oh, Harry, you are as much our daughter as Ginny is," Molly cried loudly, pulling her into a hug.
"Then accept it, please," Harriet urged Arthur after Molly let her go.
After several moments of silence, Arthur nodded hesitantly.
"Thank you," Harriet said brightly, quickly hugging her father and standing up to leave.
Harriet stopped in her tracks at the doorway. Turning to face her parents, Harriet said,
"Father, I only ask that you give some of the money to Fred and George, so that they could at least rent a shop to sell their products. Poor dears would be more successful in their business if they were not always worrying about bad weather or carrying the items to the market place everyday on foot."
"Oh Harry, are you trying to make us cry, too? It would hurt our masculinity if we did," George commented tearfully.
"Yes, do you think any woman would marry either of us if they found out about us crying?" Fred piped dramatically sniffing.
"Fred, George, I promise that the word won't leave beyond this room," Harriet replied with a mischievous smile.
"And Mother, would you buy the lavender dress that Ginny has been eating our ears off about for last couple of months? I think she would like to wear that to the wedding."
"Father, please talk to Mr. Dumbledore. I want the transfer done before people are informed of the wedding," Harriet added.
They all watched bemusedly as she left.
Author's note: First, it was quite an insult to the family to court the woman without her Father's permission.
Courting ritual thus follows. If a man is interested in a woman, he cannot introduce himself to her. A mutual friend must do it.
Then the woman has the right to refuse him by simply ignoring him later.
Next step is for him to visit her house with gifts such as flowers. If given acceptance, he can talk at her in her house and continue to visit if given permission.
Once they are thoroughly acquainted, he can take her to walks or balls.
Next comes seeking permission from her father. Here, the young man has to prove his credibility to her Father. Father inquires about his financial and social status, family and whether or not he is the gentleman he claims himself to be. And then they decide the amount of dowry that he deserves.
Even though the father accepted his proposal, the woman can still refuse him.
After receiving her acceptance, he can gift her with a ring (though it is not necessary).
They are now considered engaged to be married.
But everyone believes that Harriet and Draco broke those rules unknowingly. Since the Weasleys are very much relaxed about etiquette, they accepted the union.
I wrote wedding breakfast right. In those days, the reception is called a wedding breakfast because the wedding is held usually before noon and reception was held early enough to be called wedding breakfast. Food represented what we usually eat at breakfast, only more elaborate and of varieties.
Also, like I said, any property or money the girl had or earned went to husband and, later, children. She had no claim on it.
Also, you must be wondering why Molly accepted the proposal so quickly.
Well, in those days, women preferred men with wealth to beauty, good character or even love. But don't vilify them yet. Women in lower class and middle class were made to work. Still they have to give away their pays to their husbands. They could not enjoy it. Also, back then scarce medicines existed to help with difficult pregnancies. So, they had to go through with painful pregnancies many times because birth controls were little known and the survival rate was less. So they preferred comforts first.
Also, if the husband divorces his wife, he isn't made to pay for her living if he proved that he did not have enough money. So the wife was left destitute unlike upper class women whose husband would at least provide them monetary support. Also, women wanted their children to lead comfortable lives.
And Cedric is 22.
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