The shortest distance between new friends is a smile.
~ Unknown
"You will have to do this project with a partner. I expect to see you working with someone new. You may pick a partner, and begin."
James and Fred were by Grace's side in a flash.
They stared at each other, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, as Grace tried to find a way to get out of this. She didn't need a partner. The project wasn't complicated, they were only making a number of potions over a few weeks. It was nothing she couldn't do herself.
"And before anyone asks, yes, you do have to work with a partner."
Professor Macmillan smirked as he heard groans and complaints from across the room. This would keep them from causing too much trouble, he thought, looking over his students. He had half Slytherins and half Gryffindors, not to mention James Potter, Jack Wood and Fred Weasley. There was also the Lestrange girl. He almost laughed as he saw her disgruntled expression while Potter and Weasley argued over who was partnering her.
This year was not going to be easy.
Grace scowled, while James and Fred argued beside her.
"Boys," Delilah interrupted, her hands on her hips, "let Grace choose."
They both shut up and looked at Grace with the most sweet, innocent expressions they could muster.
Grace regarded them carefully, wondering who would be easier to deal with. Fred was nice, they both were, but he would not stop pestering her. But neither would James, she frowned. They were both quite lazy too. But James was definitely smarter, and he actually cared about his grades, while Fred seemed to think classes were simply a pastime. James it was.
"James," she said, turning to get the ingredients for the first potion.
Fred scowled and walked away as James whooped, before following Grace. This was going to be great fun.
Delilah rolled her eyes, silently wishing both their partners good luck before following her own partner, Chris McKinnon, who she knew to be one of Jack's closest friends to a table.
Dom didn't bother trying to find a partner, scribbling aimlessly on her parchment instead. She would be with whoever asked her. Or, she suspected, with whoever was left. She was unaware, that across the room, Jack Wood was doing exactly the same. Neither of them noticed that in the next few minutes, everyone but the two of them had a partner.
"All done?" Macmillan asked, checking everyone was beside someone they hadn't ever been with before. He stopped when he noticed Dom still sitting by herself. She had thought herself lucky, that there was somehow an unequal number meaning that she didn't have to be with anyone. Jack had thought the same.
"Ah, , alone I see..hmmm..oh!" Dom looked up to see the professor looking delightedly at someone sitting at the other side of the room. "So is Mr. Wood. Well it's settled then, you too are together."
They both stared at each other in horror, before bursting out into complaints at the same time.
"But-"
"There is no way-"
"Never will I"
"No-"
"You can't do this!"
"Silence!" Macmillan yelled over their voices. "I can and I will. Now, , kindly move to the seat beside ." He turned to the test of the class who had stopped to watch. "Everyone else, please continue."
Dom glared at Jack as she grabbed her things and made her way over to the "dark side", as Fred liked to call it. Jack glared back at her, and she was surprised to see he wasn't smirking at her in his teasing way like he usually was.
"I'm not writing," He said, referring to the observations they had to write about their potions.
"Fine," she shrugged,"I'm not making the potion."
"Fine."
He left to get the ingredients, leaving Dom with most of the Slytherins and a few Gryffindors. She could see Delilah on the other side of the room, already half done, and James trying to talk to Grace who actually seemed to be replying. Fred had been lucky enough to find a Gryffindor he hadn't been with before, as had Roxy.
Jack came back and begin adding ingredients and stirring the potion. He was done in fifteen minutes, leaving Dom surprised. She hadn't known he was so good at potions. She began writing the potion up, as he moved away to speak to his friends at the next table.
"Having fun?" She heard a brunette ask, smirking in her direction.
Jack scowled. "Loads."
"Oh c'mon, she can't be so bad," a short girl with a bob piped up, receiving incredulous looks from the others. "She is your sister's friend," the girl pointed out.
"And she's hot," a Slytherin who Dom didn't know said. He was partners with Cabot, while Hayes was chatting with them, making her partner do all the work.
Jack snorted. "She's average. And you know how Lilah is. She's nice to everyone."
"What about the other Weasley girl? You could have gone with her," the guy motioned to Roxy.
Jack shrugged. "Yeah, she'd be way better than Dominique."
Dom actually looked up and stared. Seriously? Average? Roxy better than her?
The girl with the bob frowned. "I saw you talking to Dom Weasley last week."
"I went to talk to Lilah."
"But you talked to her."
Jack shrugged. "I had blackmail information."
The other girl smirked. "You're becoming more and more Slytherin each year."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Obviously. I am in Slytherin, aren't I? And quit stereotyping."
It was the girl's turn to roll her eyes. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"
Jack opened his mouth to respond, but Macmillan cut across, announcing that they done a good job, and to leave their reports on his desk.
Dom placed the report on his desk, and walked out the door, waiting for Delilah and James to come out.
She watched as Jack walked out with the two girls and McKinnon, laughing as he did so.
She felt oddly betrayed by what he had said about her. Roxy better than her? She didn't want to be mean, but honestly, nobody would say Roxy was a better sight than her. And at least she talked to him, unlike Roxy, even though they only argued. Yes, they argued, yes they fought, but they had also fought the Slytherins together, and almost had a normal conversation (kind of) after that, with the light kind of teasing that wasn't too harmful. Of course, he had something horrible and walked away, but that's just how the two of them were. It was like their way of saying goodbye to each other. She had even saved his life, for Merlin's sake, and how had he repaid her? Why couldn't he just be normal, keep one attitude towards her? Why couldn't he just decide, once and for all, whether they were friends or enemies?
She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. It didn't matter. He didn't matter. Hardly anyone did.
"Well? How did it go with Grace?" Delilah inquired quickly, as Grace walked towards them.
"She likes me," James grinned at Grace who had just joined them.
"Righhht," Delilah gave him a look.
"You're delusional," Dom informed him.
They began walking towards the dining hall, potions being the last lesson before dinner.
"How was Jack?"
"Horrible, stupid, idiotic, moronic, annoying, irritating- I can't stand him," Dom growled, as Delilah and James shared looks.
"He didn't..do anything, did he?" Delilah asked carefully. Dom rarely shared details about her life with them, especially when it concerned Jack.
"No."
"It's just.." Delilah hesitated, looking at James for help, but he quickly rushed ahead of them to Fred and Roxy, laughing as Delilah gave him an annoyed look.
Dom raised an eyebrow. "Spit it out, Wood."
"You're being..especially verbal about your dislike for him today."
Dom paused, frowning as she replayed Delilah's accusation in her mind. She didn't feel like she was acting any different. She was just annoyed because Jack had complained to his fellow Slytherins about her, that's all.
"I just realized how much of an idiot he was," Dom shrugged nonchalantly. "How was McKinnon?"
She asked, changing the topic before Delilah could question her any further.
"What is your favourite chocolate from honeydukes? Do you collect chocolate frog cards? Do you like flying? Do you play quidditch? What's your favorite team?"
"Fred, stop bothering her," Delilah said, as Fred shot question after question at Grace without waiting for her answer.
"I'm not bothering her," Fred explained, looking affronted. "We're having a conversation."
"How is it a conversation if you're the only one talking?"
"Hey! Grace is talking too!"
Fred looked at Grace for affirmation, but she just rolled her eyes and continued to eat.
"She hasn't said a word since she asked for potatoes, Fred," Dom deadpanned, bored with the discussion that happened everyday.
Fred frowned. "Grace, say something."
"No."
"Ha! You just did!"
"You can be so immature, Fred," Delilah said, while Grace went back to ignoring him.
"You can be so..proper!" Fred shot back.
"How is that an insult?"
"It's a polite way of saying you're boring."
Delilah rolled her eyes at him as James, Dom and Roxy laughed. "I know for a fact that I am not."
"You are."
"Why are you friends with me if I'm so boring?"
Fred paused, and then said, "because you're useful."
Delilah raise an eyebrow. "I'm useful?"
"Okay, guys," James interjected, exchanging nervous looks with Roxy, "let's talk about something else."
"Wait," Delilah held her hand up towards James, her narrowed eyes focused on Fred. "How exactly am I useful?"
"Eh.." Fred hesitated, shooting James, Roxy and Dom looks begging for help. They just smirked back at him- refusal.
"You know..when you let me copy off some of your essay and stuff."
"Right, well, you're never doing that again."
"What!" Fred yelped as the others laughed. James could have sworn he saw Grace chuckle, but when he looked again, her expression was blank as usual. "I was kidding! You're not just useful..you're helpful too! Like when I broke James's toy snitch in third year and you fixed it before he could find out! "
Roxy and Dom laughed again, as James looked scandalised, "what? When did this happen?"
"Nice to know I'm appreciated for the right reasons," Delilah snorted.
Fred studied her now serious face for a minute before blurting out, "you're not actually angry, are you? Because I was really just pulling your leg.."
Delilah laughed. "No Fred, I know you were kidding."
Free breathed a sigh of relief. He hesitated a moment before- "Does this mean I can still copy your essays?"
James, Roxy, and Dom laughed as Delilah whacked him on the head, and this time, Grace couldn't help but join in too.
"So, do you like Quidditch?" James asked Grace later, as they sat next to each other in DADA, barely paying attention- theory lessons were never captivating.
"No." She said simply, looking out of the window. She had learned it was easier to just answer his questions- he tended to keep asking the same one until she replied, or he would keep talking about himself. She suspected he knew it drove her mad. He was still less annoying than Fred though.
"Why?" He looked horrified. "What's there not to like about quidditch?"
She shrugged. "It gets boring after ten minutes."
James glared at her as if she had just insulted him personally, not quidditch. "Take that back."
"No."
"Quidditch is never boring! That's impossible! What matches have you watched, anyway?"
"Only Gryffindor versus Slytherin."
James gaped at her, though she was facing away from him. "You need to watch more quidditch."
"No thanks, it's too boring," she said, enjoying the mixture of shock and confusion on his face.
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
"I'm entitled to my own opinion," Grace pointed out.
"Well..your opinion sucks," he responded, causing Grace to roll her eyes. James was surprised she was giving in more than monosyllabic answers. Usually it was that, or ignoring him.
"So then, what do you like?" He asked interestedly, nodding at whatever Knuxdon was saying.
"Books," she answered honestly, wondering what, if anything, he had to say about the subject.
"Me too," James grinned. "See,we gave something in common."
"Really," Grace arched a brow, "what's your favorite book?"
"Quidditch though the ages."
"That's hardly a book," Grace said, almost laughing at the look on James's face.
"Okay, that's twice you've insulted Quidditch. This has to stop." He paused, racking his brains for another book. "I have also read fantastic beasts and where to find them," he announced, rather proudly.
"Again, hardly a book."
"How dare you! Fine, I've also read the Tales of Beedle the Bard."
"Children's book," she laughed as James scowled at her.
"Potter! Turn around right now."
James quickly turned around and faced the front, to see Knuxdon looking livid.
" , since you have spent the last ten minutes chatting with ," the class all turned to stare at this, "I assume you already know this material. Please, could you tell me what spell repels a Lethifold?" Professor Knudox asked, his dark eyes piercing James's hazel ones.
" ?" Knudox's lips curved into a sneer as he watched James struggle to provide an answer.
"Oh..Er.." James pretended to think.
As subtly as he could, he nudged Grace.
"Help," he whispered.
"Patronus charm," she whispered back.
"The patronus charm," James answered confidently.
"Why, thank you , but I don't remember asking you the question. Detention, tonight, my office."
Grace's mouth fell open.
"What!" James exclaimed. "You can't give her detention! She was just helping me," he said angrily.
"I can do what I like, , and I expect to see you tonight too. My office, five o'clock."
"But-"
"Another word and the rest of your peers will be joining you."
James shut his mouth and glared a Knuxdon. He had a good idea of who the victim of their next prank would be.
"Ready for some fun?" James grinned, as Knuxdon closed the door behind him. They were to polish the trophies in the trophy room, without magic, of course.
"Fun?" Grace said, looking at James incredulously.
He stared at get for a second, registering the change in her behavior. A few days ago, she would have ignored him. "You're very talkative today," he said lightly, praying his observation would not cause her to revert to her old behavior. She looked unsure of what to say, but then decided to say nothing at all, turning to face away from him instead.
To his surprise, she then took out her wand.
"Is that your real wand?"
"Yes."
"But Knuxdon said we had to hand our wands over."
She shrugged, casting a spell on one trophy, leaving it gleaming brightly.
"I gave him a fake wand."
He gaped at her for a moment, surprised that the idea had occurred to her do early on, before producing his own. "So did I," he beamed, pointing his wand at another trophy.
They were done on five minutes, but of course they couldn't leave, as polishing the trophies by hand would have taken at least two hours.
Grace sat down on a desk, leaning her back against the wall. This was such a waste of time, just like half the school hours were.
"Now what?" James said, sitting on a desk on the opposite side of the room, mirroring her pose.
She shrugged, horrified, as she realized she was stuck with James in a classroom for the next two hours.
"We could play exploding snap," he offered, pulling out the cards from his pocket.
"Okay," she replied, as he moved to a desk closer to hers. It was better than doing nothing, and hopefully, it would keep him quiet for sometime.
An hour and several games later, James gathered the cards and stuffed them back in his pocket, sighing as he caught sight of the time.
"I'm bored," he stated, wishing he had brought the foldable mini chess set his uncle George had given him for Christmas last year.
Grace nodded in agreement.
They both leapt up as they heard a loud crash from outside the classroom, followed by a scream, James fearing the worst. They were near the dungeons. He pulled out his wand, fuming silently at the thought of the Slytherins attaching Lily again. He ran out, followed closely by Grace, and for a moment they just stood outside the classroom, trying to decide which way the sound was coming from.
"This way," Grace yelled running to the left. James followed behind, sprinting faster as he heard multiple voices yelling and screaming.
She stopped outside a classroom, blinking in confusion at the sight before her and James begin to move in front of her, before he saw what she was looking at.
There were three Slytherins on the floor, two standing up- McKinnon and Cabot, James knew from Quidditch-, a frazzled looking Roxy with cuts and bruises along her arms, and in the middle of it all, was Dom yelling at Jack, both of them seemingly unhurt.
"What-" James started, watching the scene with wide eyes.
"Don't ask, Potter," Cabot sighed, levitating one of the Slytherins. "We need to get them to McGonnagal. C'mon, Chris."
McKinnon levitated the other Slytherin, and James began to follow their example but was stopped by Grace.
"You see to Roxanne, I'll help with the Slytherins," she said, levitating the remaining Slytherin.
He nodded gratefully, before rushing over to Roxy, who was leaning wearily against the wall, watching Dom and Jack have a go at each other.
"You okay?" He asked, taking one of her arms, and examining it.
"Fine," she nodded. "Just a few cuts and bruises. Nothing major."
James healed her arms and looked over at the other two. "What about them?"
"Dom might be hurt, but Jack should be fine."
James nodded. "Let's go."
"What about them?"
James sighed. "There are more important things to deal with right now."
Dom had simply gone for a walk, when she had heard the unmistakeable sound of a scream coming from the direction of the dungeons.
Immediately, she had begun running towards the dungeons, fearing another attack on Lily.
She had pulled out her wand, ready to strike, when she had noticed that
there were different attackers this time. Not only that- there was also a different victim.
Brown hair- Delilah?
No, it was Roxy.
It was wrong, but relief had flooded her, relief that it had not been Lily or Delilah.
She had gone forward, striking the Slytherin that was standing to the side, watching his friends do the job. He hadn't seen it coming- he fell to the ground in a few seconds.
Roxy had been having a hard time battling two, but thankfully they didn't seem very strong.
Dom had taken on one of them, as Roxy had given her a relieved look.
Perhaps they had been wrong about the Slytherins, for soon both Roxy's and Dom's wands were in their hands.
Dom had screamed and tried to kick free, as Roxy had thrashed wildly, smacking the Slytherin right on his nose. The burly bloke holding her had gripped her more tightly, pulling back her hair until she screamed in pain.
Roxy had not seen, since she had been facing the other way, screaming and thrashing, but Dom had watched as Jack Wood had quietly crept up, surveying their positions. He had seen Roxy first, he had noticed she was in greater pain than Dom, who had repeatedly managed to kick her captor in the shins, and once, even on his nuts. But when he had noticed Dom, his dark eyes had widened, and he had rushed to her, furious. He had pulled back his arm, and knocked out the Slytherin, who could not get out his wand in time, with a single punch.
For a moment he had stared at her, looking at her up and down (to make sure she was okay), and she had stared at his large hands, his red knuckles, wondering how he could hit so hard. She doubted James or Fred could knock someone out like that. They weren't exactly muscular like Jack was. It had seemed effortless for him. For a moment, she had actually admired his strength.
But then she had heard a whimper, and she had realized that Roxy was still vainly trying to get out of the Slytherin's clutches, while he was trying to surreptitiously drag her away.
She had quickly sprung into action, sending multiple spells at the Slytherin- many of which hit Roxy instead- and Jack had quickly followed. She had been about to suggest he find some way to punch the other Slytherin too, before a stunning spell from her wand hit the Slytherin, and he fell to the ground.
Roxy staggered over to them, as Cabot and McKinnon came into view, followed shortly by James and Grace.
They watched as Dom turned to glare at Jack.
"What?" He asked, looking surprised. He had expected a look of pure gratefulness, not pure anger.
"I can't believe you!" She snapped.
"What?" He asked again, confused as he rubbed and blew on his knuckles.
"I can't believe you saved me, you idiot!"
He looked at her like she was mad. "You should be happy I did, Dominique," he tried.
"Happy! Why did you save me? Why didn't you save her!" She pointed at Roxy, who was standing at a safe distance, looking just as confused as Jack was.
He raised an eyebrow. "Does it matter? You both needed help," he shrugged, beginning to walk away.
But she pulled him back. "Yes, it does matter," she glared at him, looking angrier than he had ever seen her.
"She needed more help than I did! And if I'm really as bad as you say I am, why save me first?" She glared at him. "I thought she was better than me," she spoke harshly, stressing the word.
His eyes widened as he realized she had heard their conversation. He didn't see why she was so pissed though..it wasn't like she went around complimenting him. He tried to think about how he would feel if she has talked about him like that. He doubted he'd care. He would probably expect her to say things like that.
"I don't see why you're so mad, Dominique," he said calmly, watching as she grew even angrier, "it's not like you would have said anything different."
He watched her contemplate this, and then realise it was true. Behind her, he could see his friends and Lestrange levitating the Slytherins away, while Potter pulled Weasley along with him.
"Why save me then," she said quietly, in a tone he didn't know quite what to make of. She sounded..angry, sad, hurt, inquisitive, all at the same time.
He shrugged and turned away. "Maybe I didn't mean it."
"Then why say it?" She asked, as he began to walk away.
"Does it matter?" He rolled his eyes back at her.
"See ya later, Dominique."
"Stop calling me that, you arsehole!"
He chuckled as he heard her yell after him and stomp away in the other direction, swearing under her breath.
"Anyone know the password?" Cabot asked as the three of them stood next to the gargoyle, with the Slytherins.
"No," McKinnon replied.
Grace shook her head, and they continued to wait in an awkward silence.
Thankfully, McGonnagal chose to exit her office right then.
"Another attack?" She said, alarmed at the sight of three students levitating three others who looked hurt outside her office.
Cabot, McKinnon and Grace nodded.
McGonnagal turned around and softly muttered the password so that they couldn't hear it, before ushering them up.
She told them to drop the attackers on the sofa, and then to take a seat.
"What happened?" She asked, troubled by the fact that there were more attackers.
"We don't know, professor," Cabot explained, "we arrived after Dominique Weasley, Roxanne Weasley and Jack Wood had stunned them. I think they were attacking the Weasleys."
McKinnon and Grace nodded in agreement.
"Very well," McGonnagal said thoughtfully. "Ms. Cabot, , you two can go. Please tell to see me this instant. The Weasley girls too, if you happen to come by them. Thank you."
McKinnon and Cabot nodded and left.
McGonnagal turned to Grace. "Was involved?"
Grace nodded.
"Did the two of you help?"
She shook her head. "We were too late."
"And where is ?"
"He took Roxanne to the common room."
"And Dominique, is she fine?"
Grace nodded, unsure. "I think so," she said, deciding she must be if she had been yelling at Jack.
"Very well," McGonnagal nodded.
"We need better security. And," she looked at Grace carefully, "better training."
"Training?" Grace asked, wondering why she was being told this.
"Yes," McGonnagal nodded, thoughtfully, "students need to know how to defend themselves better. Defense against the Dark Arts classes still aren't enough, it seems, especially for younger students. They need more practice of how to react quickly when they are under pressure."
"Are you suggesting extra classes?" Grace asked leaning forward on her chair, intrigued. The situation must be serious, if they needed extra classes.
"Yes, but the muggle way should be taught too," McGonnagal added, scribbling something down on a piece of parchment lying on her desk.
"The muggle way?" Grace asked dubiously. Spells were so much more effective, working in a long range and all.
"Indeed. I suppose would be a good teacher in that aspect," she said, scrawling his name.
Grace frowned at her. "Student teachers?"
McGonnagal smiled. "Who better to teach students than students themselves? I believe they learn better. It would also make it less like a class."
She paused and regarded Grace carefully. "You would be a good candidate for teaching the normal way."
Grace blinked. "Me?"
"Yes. You would be very good, I think. As would . Hmm.."
Grace opened her mouth to ask McGonnagal if she was out of her mind- as politely as possible- but a knock interrupted them.
"Come in," McGonnagal called.
Jack sauntered in, raising a brow as he saw Grace, who quickly got up.
"May I go now?" She asked as Jack took a seat.
McGonnagal nodded. "Oh, yes, yes. I shall discuss this matter with you and later."
Grace nodded and practically ran out, ignoring the puzzled look Jack gave her.
"James!" She called as soon as she entered the common room. "James!"
"Merlin, Grace, calm down. I'm right here," James had gotten up from the love-seat nearest to the portrait hole and grabbed her arm. He sat down again, pulling her down next to him.
"What happened?"
She ignored Dom's raised eyebrow, and the quizzical looks from the other three, speaking only to James.
"McGonnagal wants to start extra defense classes for all students. She wants us to teach them."
James froze, his eyes widening as he took it all in. "He wants us-you and me- to teach other students defense?" He asked slowly, as if he might have heard her wrong.
She nodded. "She also wants Wood to teach them the muggle way of fighting."
"What?"
Grace turned to see Delilah looking very shocked. "Jack?"
She nodded quickly, turning back to James who was frowning.
"I need to tell dad," he said, getting up. He began pacing, running his hands through his hair.
"James, what-" Fred began, but James was looking at Delilah and Dom.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
They both nodded, Delilah looking extremely worried.
"What-" Fred tried again.
"I have floo powder," Dom interjected, standing up.
James shook his head. "Too many people."
"Right him a letter," Delilah suggested, also standing up.
James nodded, and Delilah ran up to get parchment and quill.
"What should I say?" James asked, when she was back. They all gathered around him, Delilah and Dom spurting out sentences, while Grace, Roxy and Fred looked on confused.
"Why are you telling your father?" Grace finally asked.
James stopped and looked up at her, wondering how to explain.
"What McGonnagal is suggesting..it's like," he hesitated. "Dumbledore's army."
Grace's eyes widened. "You think we need..something like that-"
"No," James shook his head, "but McGonnagal does. We need to know what dad thinks, before we form our own opinions."
Grace nodded, and James continued writing.
"It's strange," Delilah frowned, "that these attacks only started happening this year."
Fred and Roxy nodded in agreement. Dom cleared her throat, calling for James and Delilah.
"What?" They asked, knowing she was trying to surreptitiously tell them something.
It was subtle, extremely subtle, but Grace saw the way Dom quickly glanced at her, and then away again.
Delilah's eyes widened as she realized what Dom was trying to convey. "No."
"No," James agreed firmly.
Dom rolled her eyes. "Write it."
"Dom-"
"You can't just rule it out as a possibility because you're too nice," she said exasperatedly.
James and Delilah looked at each other, trying to decide, veering towards no.
Grace cleared her throat, and this time they all looked at her. "Write it."
The three of them stared at her, slightly embarrassed she knew. "It doesn't mean I had anything to do with it," she quickly said, "but it is possible that I was indirectly part of it."
James nodded, and started writing again, as Delilah smiled at her warmly. "Of course you didn't have anything to do with it."
"She obviously didn't," Fred spoke up, "because she saved Lily."
"It's part of her master plan," Dom explained, "first, she gets in our good books. Then, she strikes."
Delilah gave her a reprimanding look, and advised Grace to ignore her.
"It's always those you least suspect," Dom muttered under her breath, "and when you least suspect it."
"Seriously, just ignore her," Delilah said again, "she has an overactive imagination. Grace nodded, feeling slightly offended, but seeing her logic all the same.
But Dom's words wouldn't leave the others. She was a Lestrange, after all. Albeit, quite a strange one.
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