The week seemed to drag on for Hermione since her encounter with Bellatrix on the Sunday. Just as she had suspected, she seemed to have painted a target on her back when it came to Bellatrix, and subsequently most of Slytherin house as well. Even though she was trying not to make waves and stay to herself, out of the way, Slytherins knew how to keep a grudge it seemed. As if being a Gryffindor wasn't bad enough cause for them.
During charms, a tongue tying hex kept her from answering questions. In potions, someone had switched out her lace fly wings with dragonfly wings, making her potion melt through the bottom of her cauldron and loosing her house points. Care of magical creatures, somehow someone had snuck a Cornish pixie into her bag without her knowledge and caused quite a scene halfway though class, to which she was blamed once again and lost points for her house. Even some of her fellow Gryffindors were beginning to give her side eye.
In transfiguration however, thinks finally seemed to reach their boiling point. Professor McGonagall had called on Hermione to perform Vera Verto in front of the class, transforming an awaiting tortoise at the front of the lecture hall into a goblet. Naturally she had successfully performed the spell on her first attempt, the small rather young tortoise on the desk shifting into a quite elaborate silver goblet before their eyes. "Well done Miss Green! A fine example of the spell. Now if you could return our practice pet to his shell."
Hermione nodded as she trained her wand back to the goblet again. Perhaps she'd be earning some house points today after loosing them in history of magic. "Vera VerTO!" Her flawless wand movements were suddenly interrupted and Hermione suddenly felt her blouse pop open and the unfamiliar itch of crawling all across her skin that caused her to jump from her seat and scream. Momentarily ignoring her exposed top, the brunette quickly began to brush the foreign feeling from her skin. Five beetles down her torso had begun crawling across her flesh.
The young Gryffindor quickly brushed them off, fighting back the urge to be sick from having them on her body before the roaring of laughter and wolf whistles finally registered themselves in her ears. The buttons of Hermione's top had been transformed into the beetles, leaving her top unfastened and exposing her light pink lacy bra and flat toned stomach to the classroom.
As quickly as her face flushed red, Hermione wrapped her robes around herself in a late attempt to cover herself. A ridiculous transfiguration they had learned their second year, well attempted, Harry and Ron had never quite mastered it, seemed even more ridiculous now as it left her exposed. The girl found herself frozen at the front of the class, clutching her robes tightly shut around her before her eyes were met by dark charcoal black eyes sat surprisingly at the front row, taking every part of Hermione in. The only person who was not laughing, the tight lipped smirk that pulled at her lips said it all. Hermione had had quite enough or Bellatrix Black for a lifetime in that one night back at the ministry, and now she was dealing with her all over again!
Terror finally turned itself to anger within Hermione and she ran out of the classroom, her book bag and notes momentarily forgotten as she ran to the toilets to mend herself and more hopefully hide out for the rest of the class time.
McGonagall was unsure how to respond, how to react to seeing her newest star student publicly humiliated in such a fashion. She watched the two girls' eyes meet before Hermione ran from the room and she witnessed Bellatrix attempt to slip her wand back up her sleeve without being seen. "Miss Black!" She would search for the girl later, but she had other matters that must be attended to first.
The groan that came from Bellatrix only seemed to infuriate the deputy head more. "It wasn't me!" The child must think her stupid.
The Scottish woman instantly silenced the laughter in her classroom with a single spell, though the serious look on the young transfiguration professor's face should have been enough to silence them as well. She walked towards the Slytherin girl sitting on the front row, her hand extended towards her. "Then you wouldn't mind giving me your wand to examine."
The glare Bellatrix sent the professor was filled with hatred, but she obliged, knowing realistically there was no other option. She pulled the unusually curved walnut wand from her sleeve, offering the hilt of it to the older woman with a harsh word. "Fine."
The Transfiguration professor cast a spell revile on her student's wand before frowning down at the girl and handing it back to her. "Thirty points from Slytherin! twenty for drawing your wand on another student in class to attack them, and another ten for disturbing my lecture!"
"Thirty?!" The girl's face dropped in disbelief and anger. "It was a harmless joke!"
The Gryffindor head pursed her lips as she looked down at who was undoubtedly one of her most challenging students. "Yes thirty. Along with that, you will join me tonight for detention in my office. Be there promptly after dinner!"
The dark haired girl growled a little, pushing her parchment, quill and ink well off the desk top in a heated fury that somehow didn't disrupt the steely her professor. "And that will be another 10 points for your attitude. You may clean that up and leave my classroom at once Miss Black. You are not welcome in my classroom right now."
Fire roared through Bellatrix's eyes as she stood to grab her parchments from the floor, haphazardly shoving them in her bag along with her quills and half empty ink pot. She didn't stay to clean the ink stain from the grey stones before storming out of the heavy wooden door and back into the castle's hallways.
McGonagall attempted to regain composure of her classroom and finish the lesson, but knew that her classes attention was lost to the earlier events. In all honestly, she was hardly able to focus on what she was trying to tell her class.
As the chimes of the clock tower announced the end of class, the head of house dismissed her class before attempting to search for her newest student to no avail. Hermione sat in a room no one else could access, a room filled to the ceiling with broken desks and lost things. Hermione wanted to hide and the Room of Requirement granted it to her. All she wanted to do was to crawl into a ball and cry, however none of the dusty tables or broken beds seemed to really be a fitting place for it.
It didn't take long for Hermione to mend her shirt when she was alone in the room, but she had no intention of leaving. She couldn't face the other students mocking her. The bushy haired brunette was far from new to being teased, but this had really taken the cake. When Malfoy made fun of her and called her a mudblood she knew he was wrong, that she was better than that. When she had turned herself into a cat in second year, at least it was just her friends who had seen, and their joking was for the most part in good fun. When people had made fun of her fake relationship to Harry in the triwizard tournament she still had Harry to help her through it. And when Lavender or Pansy or any of the others had made fun of her hair, flat chest or freckles, she tried her best to brush it off and focus on her studies instead. It still hurt but she refused to let anyone see that.
And so that is what she would do. She would walk out of the Room of Requirements with her head held high, her top refastened and tucked back into her vintage skirt, and ignore the jokes at her own expense. But not yet. First she would ride out the rest of her classes in this room alone and recompose herself.
Slowly Hermione walked around the room, she had never seen it in this state before. Trunks filled with old ripped and dusty clothes, classroom furniture that was beyond repair, a tall dark empty cupboard with its door off the hinges, broken bookshelves filled with books missing covers or with broken spines. The room was a mess, but it seemed the best hideout for the lost and broken things to rest. Fitting then that she would come here. Hermione heard the chimes signalling the end of class but made no move to return back to her peers in the hallway. Instead she plucked a book from a bookshelf, dusting off the thick layer of dirt that had accumulated over the years.
The leather journal had no title to it, just a few runes engraved along the front and spine. It seemed interesting. A few of the runes she recognized in her 5 years studying advanced runes, but she was surprised by how little she recognized as well. The spine crackled slightly from years of unuse as she pried the leather cover open, slowly flipping through the yellowed pages.
The handwriting inside led Hermione to think it was a journal, but she hardly recognized what she assumed was another language inside of it. It intrigued her.
Looking back around the room Hermione saw a dark leather armchair with a rip down the back of it and figured it was most likely the best seat she would find. She nearly tripped over a broken broom as she made her way over to sit down. She cast a Lumos at the seemingly out of place muggle lamp beside her, the shade torn and in tatters, she was surprised to watch the light bulb come to life, somehow unbroken in the mess and junk of the room.
The bookworm stared down at the etched runes on the front of the journal and made a reach for her runes textbook before remembering she had left all of her belongings in Professor McGonagall's classroom. "Of course. Well done Hermione, leave all your belongings along with those maniacs. I guess I can pick them up when I show up for my detention later on." She only hoped her favourite teacher would keep them safe for her.
She traced her finger along a few of the runes across the front of the book before cracking it back open again, the rough leather sounding its age before she slowly started to flip through each page, staring at the calligraphy like cursive that lined the pages. Each thoroughly filled page after page. Most confusing to Hermione was that she couldn't quite place the language. It certainly wasn't English, French or even Spanish, she'd be able to at least pick pieces of the later two. The symbols didn't look Russian, Arabic or Chinese, those she'd at least be able to judge the origin. The further she flipped a few pages at small pictures done in ink and charcoal. A pentagram, a few symbols of the Greek and Roman gods, and a picture of what she guessed was meant to be Apollo playing a lyre under a laurel tree with the sun overhead. Far from artistry, Hermione still thought it was impressively beautiful.
She continued to flip through the pages, analysing them for details and clues but found very few.
Reaching the back of the book Hermione was snapped away from the script by the sound of the tower chimes, warning her of dinner time. Her stomach growled a little and as if to betray her. She sighed softly, closing the book back. If she were to spend the night with McGonagall for Dumbledore's assigned detention, she'd better get some dinner for she left. As she stood she looked back down at the book, silently debating with herself whether or not to leave the book as she found it. Instead, she placed the journal in the pocket of her robes before looking for the door to materialize again.
As the door appeared, she was glad to find a mostly empty hallway ahead of her. Gaging where the room had spit her out based on the other nearby rooms, Hermione made her way down the corridor and down to the entry way to the Great Hall.
Boys whistled and called out to her as she passed them. The Gryffindor balled up her fists as she brushed past them into the hall and over to her table where her eyes met slightly sad yet encouraging blue eyes set behind the edge of red fringe.
As she sat down, a few Slytherin boys stood up from across the hall, lifting up their shirts to flash her. She growled and sat down in a huff before her eyes met Molly's again. "I take it you've heard? I'm sure the whole school has heard by now."
Molly shrugged setting her knife and fork down. "Ignore them Hermione, They're not worth it. I'm sorry about what happened. Honestly, I bet if that girl has an animagus, it would be a cow!"
Hermione tried to push a small smile imagining Black trying slowly morphing into a black and white spotted dairy cow. It was a bit amusing, but didn't seem to help much. The elder of the two girls refused to let their jibes get the best of her though. She'd already promised herself that. "Thanks. I think I'd pay to see that actually."
Molly giggled a little as she started to eat again, watching Hermione slowly load roasted vegetables and chicken onto her plate. "We can talk about it later if you want in the common room, plan out what farm we could send her to. I bet she'd make some sour milk, but a tasty steak."
Hermione chuckled softly and shook her head. "I can't tonight. Dumbledore gave me detention tonight for when Filch caught me out of the dormitories the other night."
The ginger groaned. "She's the one at fault for that as well! Really, the only reason she has yet to be expelled from school is because her father is on the board of Governors. Money and power, that's all it's about."
Hermione shrugged, pushing her food around some before taking a bite. "That's a Slytherin for you."
Molly nodded, pouring a bit of gravy over her meat. "Well this weekend I'll help you take your mind off of it. First round of drinks are on me at The Three Broomsticks."
The brunette smiled softly at the other girl and nodded, she was a natural empathy and seemed to make other peoples good moods her mission. "Well alright then."
The rest of their meal was filled in a comfortable silence that truthfully Hermione was grateful for.
As she finished her plate she looked up to see McGonagall excusing herself from the head table and out of the side door. "I suppose that's my que as well. I'll see you later Molly."
The younger girl beamed up at her, a smile reminding Hermione of her future daughter's. "Good luck Hermione. I'll see you later. At least it's McGonagall and not one of the others!"
Hermione nodded in agreement as she stood from the table, ignoring a few distant wolf whistles as she walked out of the Hall and back towards the Transfiguration Professor's office. Molly was right. At least she would be with one of her favourite teachers tonight. Hopefully she would be reading over first and second years' papers or researching spells. Anything to get her mind off of today.
Hermione roamed the almost vacant halls in peace. The emptiness of the castle at times like this brought her a silent peace in which it almost felt like home again, roaming the halls between classes or after hours, that is until she caught the face of a recognizable student or much younger professor, bringing her reality crashing back to her.
Luckily however she remained mostly alone as she walked to McGonagall's office, knocking before letting herself in to see the professor sat at a large mahogany desk, her glasses at the tip of her nose as she looked over students' work. The girl cleared her throat softly in order to make herself known, causing the woman to look up at her. "Miss Green, here to pick up your things from class earlier?"
Hermione shook her head as she walked towards the desk. "No professor, well yes, but also Professor Dumbledore told me I was meant to have detention with you tonight."
Her head of house looked at her quizzically, her bun sill tied immaculately atop her head before realization dawned in her eyes. "Oh yes, I had quite honestly forgotten. Well thank you for showing up on time. I'm afraid we're still waiting on another to get started. Take a seat if you like."
The brunette watched slightly confused as McGonagall turned back to her paperwork before she took a seat in one of the chairs opposite the desk. Who else was meant to be there? Hopefully she'd luck out with Ted Tonks or maybe even one of Molly's older brothers.
As the clock chimed, whomever it was was late, a pet peeve of the professors. A hefty sigh escaping the older witch's lips seemed to reaffirm this for Hermione, before the Gryffindor head of house gave Hermione a small apologetic smile. "You know, if I may Hermione, I know we haven't had much time to talk one on one, but I hope your studies are going well. That you're starting to settle in some."
Hermione was caught a bit off guard but quickly smiled, realizing that her mentor still had a bit of a soft spot for the student. "Thank you. I'm beginning to get used to it, but things are still unreal at times. And certain individuals aren't making it very easy, but I'm sure I'll cope eventually."
The deputy head nodded before giving her a sad smile. "I understand dear. If ever you need someone to talk to, or if ever you're unsure what to do, I hope you remember that you can come to me for assistance. I do hope I gave you the same offer in your own time."
Hermione's smile widened, warming her heart even more. "You did professor. Hopefully this won't sound too forward, but you're a bit of a mother away from home for me. You promised my mum you'd take me under your wing, seeing as she had no idea what to expect with a witch for a daughter. I don't know where I'd be without you professor."
The elder witches grew some behind her glasses before smiling at the girl. "Well I am glad to hear that Hermione, and I hope you'll still feel open to coming to me for help when you need it."
Hermione's cheeks felt as if they were burning ever so slightly as she smiled and nodded. Suddenly office the door was flung open, narrowly stopping before hitting Hermione. Hermione's heart dropped to her stomach as a mass of wild dark curls glided into the room, completely oblivious to her existence. No! anything but this!
"Miss Black, need I remind you that you are late? Shall I personally transform you into a pocket watch to reinforce the importance of punctuality upon you?" The professor asked, hardly looking up from a paper that she was grading, rather harshly by the looks of it as well.
Bellatrix arrogantly crossed her arms over her chest as she watched her. "I'm here aren't I? Shall I just go and we act like none of this ever happened?" Yes!
"No." The punctual answer came the woman as she put her quill down. "You won't be getting out of your punishment quite so easily. Now if you and Miss Green will follow me, I have work for you to do." The Scottish woman stood elegantly from behind her desk, ignoring the bulging eyes and flared nostrils of the girl closest to her desk.
"What?!" The Slytherin turned quickly to face the Gryffindor sat in the corner of the room for the first time, a slight red tint colouring her pale skin.
Hermione sighed, standing up to grab her book bag that her professor had carefully packed for her after class. "It's not ideal to me either."
"The two of you will be inventorying my storeroom. Mice, books, canaries, teacups, you'll be counting them all for my inventory list so that I know what I need to restock before the next year." The Gryffindor head said as she began to lead the two girls from her office and back through her classroom. "I expect you two to work together. Any fighting or other malicious attacks will be met with a grave loss of house points and referral to the Headmaster for extra punishment, suspension or possibly expulsion."
"I refuse to work with her!" The almost horrified response came from Bellatrix behind her.
The Transfiguration Professor opened the side door to her storage room and nodded. "If that is how you feel Miss Black; you may go see Professor Dumbledore now for your additional punishment. I feel however, that an evening merely tolerating one another may be easier and swifter than any additional punishments the Headmaster can concoct." I doubt it! "I hear that the Thestrall stall could do with a good cleaning."
Hermione was still contemplating the latter. Bellatrix stood beside her grumbling something under her breath but made no move to leave. McGonagall nodded her head before holding out a pair of clipboards to the two of them. "The sooner you finish, the sooner you'll be allowed to leave. Now please get to work." With that she began to walk past them and back towards her office. Begrudgingly ands still muttering to herself, Bellatrix entered the store room to begin on the list.
The brunette chewed her lip as she watched the professor leave and quickly walked over to her. "Professor? Please, there's got to be something else for me to do. Grading? Sorting papers? Research? Anything else." She pled silently with her eyes, internally begging for as much distance between herself and the other girl as possible.
The Scottish woman sighed and reached her hand out to Hermione's shoulder. "I'm sorry, if I were to give you separate tasks it could be seen as favouritism. I'm afraid you'll have to work with Miss Black through this project. I will leave my door open however, should you need me, just call and I can return quickly."
The girls' shoulders fell, all hope seeming draining out of her instantly as her Professor turned to walk back to her office. I am seriously going to have to reconsider favourites around here.
Hermione sighed before walking back to the store room where Bellatrix stood at the back of the room counting a container of peacock feathers. "You know" Hermione began tentatively, "If you start at the top of the list, I can start at the bottom, and hopefully we'll be done faster."
A grunt that hardly sounded human sounded from the raven haired witch. "On the other hand, if you count things on that end of the room, I can count this side, and neither has to speak or even look at the other. That's my preferred method."
Hermione hated to admit that it sounded like a better plan to herself as well. So instead, she stood quietly, looking to find the first item on her list.
Slowly the two made their ways through the small cramped quarters, squeezing themselves in to avoid even touching one another. Hermione was slightly impressed with the lists. As one of them would fill in an item on the list, it would fill itself in on the others, cutting down the effort of double checking items and really all together allowing them to avoid each other even more. It had been at least an hour, if not two and Hermione was impressed that the list was almost complete with little a word between them.
Bellatrix flipped through the pages as she reached the opposite end of the room in which she started. "Done. Have fun filling in the last bits."
Hermione looked up from filling in her last number and began flipping through the paperwork. "Wait! No, we're not done. There's still a few more that haven't been filled in and I've checked my half."
She was met with an overly expatiated groan as the Slytherin turned to face her. "Well they must be on your side of the room because they weren't on mine. Have fun. I'm through." With that, she turned on her heels again to leave.
The Gryffindor didn't know what possessed her to do it, perhaps it was a fear of being stuck in the small cupboard until morning counting endless objects, but she followed Bellatrix back into the classroom. "If you leave before we're done, I'll tell McGonagall and make sure Dumbledore knows as well. You'll get double detention at least if not more."
The sound of Bellatrix's boots stopped just short of the door before she turned around to face the brunette, slowly walking back towards her. "I'm not sure how much they were really able to teach you in that shithole you call a school, but take a lesson from me now. Don't threaten a Black."
Hermione's insides began to melt under the other girls piercing black gaze. She wanted to run and hide but she knew that wasn't a choice right now. Instead she held the board back out to the Slytherin. "It wasn't a threat. It was a promise. Just help me finish."
The snarl Bellatrix had as she snapped the board back out of Hermione's hand almost make her jump, instead she took a deep breath to follow her back into the storage room. What kind of idiot am I to ask her to come back into the confined space with me?
Hermione scanned over the list to find the first blank. "Let's see. Dragon scales."
Bellatrix groaned as she looked around on the wall that was once Hermione's. "If I find that you just refused to count them." Before searching what was once her own side of the room. "I don't see them!"
Hermione let out a soft sigh as she looked around before pointing out a jar on the top shelf above Bellatrix's head, and out of sight for the shorter girl. "There. Your side."
Dark charcoal eyes cut at hazel eyes as she pulled out her wand. Hermione's heartbeat instantly intensified as she watched, unable to pull her own in time. "Accio dragon scales!" The Brunette's jaw dropped slightly as the jar slid off the shelf and down into the other girls' hand.
Hermione's adrenaline pumped with apparently no outlet, no fight or flight needed as she watched Bellatrix cast a quick number counting charm on the jar before levitating the jar back into place. "132. Next?"
Her mouth felt slightly dry and she could hear the pounding in her ears as she tried to turn her attention back to the list. "H-Hand mirrors."
She caught the small upwards turn of the lip as Bellatrix turned to look around the room again. "Scared Green? Or impressed?"
Hermione forced herself to swallow the dry feeling from her mouth and frowned as she stared at the list. "Neither. Just making sure you don't try anything again Black."
Bellatrix slowly strolled across to what was once Hermione's side of the wall and stooped down to draw out a box of hand mirrors that had been stuffed under the shelving. "Your side." Before she began to count through its contents. "27. Besides, I'm not daft enough to try anything with that literal sour puss next door. Next?"
Hermione sighed softy, beginning to relax herself some. "Just crazy when it comes to other matters. Got it. Handkerchiefs?" And began to look around the room for the last item on the list.
The slightly shorter Slytherin frowned as she watched the Gryffindor, her arms crossed over her chest. "I am not crazy. I am Bellatrix Black, heir of the Black family. Eldest of my sisters. Best dullest and Quidditch player in this sorry excuse for a school. I have reputations to upkeep, legacies to fulfil and lives to change. I don't have time or frankly the patience to deal with lesser people like yourself. You may not understand that as a traitorous half-blood, but to some of us, those things mean something." As she finished she huffed, throwing herself down to sit on top of a trunk. "Find it yourself. I'm finished."
Hermione blinked as she watched her tirade across the room before finding a place to rest. There was something commanding and determined within her voice that Hermione recognized. The Gryffindor bit the inside of her lip before shaking her head. "Reputations change, and legacies mean nothing if someone else writes them for you. It seems ridiculous to base your entire livelihood around something as trivial as what kind of family you're born into frankly rather than being yourself. If becoming a sociopath whose interests are really only those of her families forced beliefs engrained on you since birth? Then by all means, Toujours Pur. Fat load of rubbish if you ask me." Before pulling out her wand. "Accio hankerchiefs!"
Bellatrix's head snapped around at the mention of her family's motto. "What do you know of that?" Before the trunk she sat upon rumbled before bucking the eldest Black sister off of it, the lid flying open allowing hundreds of silken handkerchiefs to fly into the air and litter the room, covering the both of them.
Hermione sighed softly, her wand falling back down. "Technically? That was neither side of the room, but you were sat on it so, I'm calling this one yours."
The dark haired girl growled as she pushed herself back to her feet, pulling her wand free again to levitate the pocket squares back into the trunk before casing another counting charm on them. "394." Bellatrix did not wait to hear if there was another item to find before leaving the storage room, the loud bang of the classroom door followed to signal her leave.
The brushy haired brunette sighed softly as she walked back to the professor's office, setting the clipboards on the desk. "All done. Black just left. If there's nothing else professor? It's been quite a long day."
The elder witch looked up at her, reaching for one of the clipboards to flip through and nods. "That'll be all Miss Green. Do try to get some rest dear."
Hermione nodded a little, not bothering to respond vocally as she walked over to grab her ruck sack again and leave the office to head back to the Gryffindor common room.
As she walked out, she threw the bag over her shoulder, feeling the weight of her robes shift slightly and reached back into her pocket to pull out the leather bound journal. She had almost forgotten about it.
Checking the hallway behind and ahead of her were vacant, she started back to her room. Especially after their last exchange of words, one couldn't be too safe. As she reached the common room finally, she glanced down at the book in her hand. It could wait. She was exhausted and didn't care to talk or socialize with the others anymore tonight. She preferred the idea of drifting off into a dreamless sleep with the hopeful chance of waking up back in 1996 again.
Albus sat at his desk, staring at the portrait of his sister smiling up at him. A pang of guilt rode though his chest and he reached up to turn the picture over before hesitating and setting it back on his desk to watch.
As he stared at the photo, watching the girl smiling up at him softly he heard soft footsteps making their way up the staircase to his office.
"Professor Dumbledore? Are you in?" A small face behind thick wire rimed glasses popped her head around the doorway of the office. "Sir? I came because, I had the dream again, only it was different. I think… I think something is happening."
Albus sat slightly stunned as he watched Sybill Trelawney slowly make her way into his office. He smiled slightly at the girl before standing. "Miss Trelawney, my dear come in. Would you like some tea?
Sorry for the slightly late update, graduation services for my students was yesterday and I had to attend, along with finishing up end of year/term requirements for professors, and interviewing to teach at an additional school in the fall, so this is a little later than expected. I hope getting another almost 6k Chapter makes up for it being a little later!
You guys are amazing and I love your reviews and PMs so much!
kpop1392as- She's an old cat! The idea of a cute little kitten Ms. Norris just makes me laugh. It reminds me a bit of the Pixie and Brutus comic online somehow, little kitten out hunting students out of bed after hours lol. As for Dumbledore, Hermione has said before that Bella is a Death Eater, and Dumbledore's ultimate argument to hate is showing compassion and love. Especially when Bellatrix still hasn't yet made that decent into full darkness yet. Hermione (naturally) Just doesn't trust her yet lol. And I'd keep an eye open for a full on duel in the future ;)
ludi232 - Merci beaucoup! Ils font vraiment pour un couple entêté. (P.S. My french is VERY limited, so I hope that made sense!)
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