Brewing Perfection
written by: albe-chan
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, I am making no money from this, and any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, kinky sex and mild BDSM themes, nudity, etc.), and/or violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just as a head's up, this will probably wrap up next chapter, which might actually wind up being two chapters depending, followed by an epilogue. So basically, we're looking at like two, maybe three more updates before this is finished y'all! :) Thanks!
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Blaise felt the hairs on his arms rising and glanced around the restaurant, trying to decipher why his body sensed something familiar while something also unexpected tickled his consciousness. And then he looked to the table just ahead and to the right of him where two people, a witch and wizard, sat having lunch. The dark haired wizard's stomach churned and roiled with pent up emotion he didn't allow to filter onto his face. Because there, smiling and looking gorgeous and utterly entranced by her date, was Lily Potter, the witch he'd been dreaming of every night for the last six months.
She was wearing the perfume that had haunted him whenever any other witch had dared wear it in his presence, and the little burgundy dress he'd once, while they were in Arizona he was certain, flipped up and torn in his haste, after bending her over his work table, to eat out her juicy pussy and succulent arse. It instantly made him hard, the surfacing of not just the memory of Lily, but the real life version sitting no more than ten feet away, her tinkling laugh carrying over easily. Blaise wanted to drag her home and fuck her any way she pleased and with whatever her perverted little mind could fathom until she screamed his name and came all over him at least twice, just by looking at her.
He could picture, vividly, just the way her perfect breasts would bounce and sway as he fucked her from below, those pierced nipples, plump and engorged almost indefinitely hard, begging for his mouth and hands to tease. And of course, Lily herself, panting and moaning and screaming, literally begging, for release. Blaise had to bite back a grunt, looking away from the witch he'd fancied himself in love with like a naive fool, and forced his eyes to focus on the menu. She was so fucking entrancing it felt as if he could sense her without even seeing her, just like the instant he'd sat down at his table for dinner. Blaise cursed himself a fool and glared with teeth-gritted determination at only the menu, trying to resist temptation that sat closer, literally, than ever since he'd last had her.
Just as he'd decided what to eat he heard that tinkling laugh again, and his resolve broke. He glanced up, seeing Lily's sparkling smile, the languid way she lifted her wine glass, and, most of all, the way her moist pink tongue darted out to wipe her lips after she drank. His cock twitched out an excited dance in his trousers, half hardening at only that mere peek of the red haired vixen's tongue, and Blaise forced his dark gaze away, lest she see him staring at her, undoubtedly looking like he was mooning after her like a lovesick puppy. Something he most certainly was not.
Instead, he glanced back up at the back of her apparent date's head, trying to determine if he might know the wizard, frowning to himself as he inadvertently, or so he told himself, started trying to eavesdrop on their conversation when he couldn't place his faceless rival.
Lily, who was drinking her wine for something to do with seriously nervous hands, forced herself to smile, even when all she wanted was to curl up in the loo and cry her eyes out. She'd been aware, almost immediately, that directly facing her, only ten or so feet away, Blaise fucking Zabini had sat down to dine. She'd tried to fake nonchalance, but knowing that he was sitting so close, and yet also so damn far away, and she would never touch him again, was too hard and bitter a pill to swallow while on a grudging not-quite date with a wizard she liked, in a purely platonic sense, who obviously felt way more for her.
The redhead had managed to fend off Gavin Gartner's affections lately after telling him she'd recently had a break up, and Gavin, being a truly nice guy and total dolt, as far as Lily was concerned, when it came to women, hadn't associated it at all with her recent leave from working alongside Blaise. But she could see, every now and then, that awkward glimpse of longing, the puppy love face that lasted a second before he'd catch her noticing. And although she certainly made it clear she wasn't looking for romance, she admitted, it was nice to be out with someone who liked to talk about her field of work, even should he be caught staring at times.
Her memory, like a flash, snapped back to the last night she'd stayed in Rome with Blaise, the night he'd taken her to dinner, and how utterly easy and distinctly not awkward the entire evening had felt. How completely that night differed from the one she was currently having. Because even if she'd found a friend with similar interests, that was a far cry from the electric spark of chemistry she'd felt with Blaise even in the beginning. And even as the clinical side of her brain wondered if the lack of chemistry with Gavin was because she couldn't get over just how well she and Blaise had gotten on, both inside the bedroom and laboratory, the emotional portion couldn't bear trying to fit another wizard into the Blaise-shaped hole in her life. Least of all one she wasn't even remotely attracted to, whether it was because he was still stuck on Blaise or not.
"So you had mentioned last week," Gavin said, and Lily politely didn't mention how he schooled his face after that flash of longing had almost appeared, "you were trying a new method of brewing. How is it working out?"
Lily held in a sigh, hazel eyes darting, for the tiniest second, away from Gavin's face to Blaise, as he regarded his menu with a thoughtful frown, and then down. "It's not," she replied, trying not to sound disappointed, even if she was. Lily had, indeed, been putting in quite probably too many hours in her home lab, which while not being nearly so well appointed or spacious as Blaise's set up, was still functional for the redhead, stuck on the one idea Blaise had mentioned a lifetime ago. The thought of crafting his infamous Amatoriis the way he'd originally intended, to have two separate halves of the same potion that not only worked properly, but would really only do so between the two halves of the potion. It was a circuitous process, and Lily had started trying to co-brew, having two cauldrons sharing one space, but that hadn't worked with any of the variations she'd tried.
She supposed she should probably give up the idea, because it wasn't really even hers, and undoubtedly Blaise, who'd spent much longer on the problem, would crack it before she ever could. He was decidedly a genius, in any case, and she was merely occasionally brilliant. But all her time and research with the pureblood had left Lily with too much knowledge about lust potions in general, not to mention a much broader idea of how to make them effective. And there was something inside her that knew if she gave up on Blaise's idea, she'd have completely severed whatever bond she'd shared all those months ago with Blaise, which the redheaded witch was loath to do. Just knowing she was working on Blaise's little brain child kept her feeling connected to the wizard who'd made it painfully clear he wanted nothing but her brain, and her heart and body were of little use to him now that the world knew he'd had them. Of course, Lily, in her fit of pique, hadn't wanted her one-time lover to have any part of her if he wasn't willing to accept all of them publicly, but in the almost six months it had been since that horrible night, she'd come to regret that decision. Even if her brain knew it had been the most logical solution, to have cut the wizard from her life entirely, she still partly wished she had kept on working with him, if only for the better lab he boasted and the chance to pick his brain.
"Setbacks are hard, but you'll get there eventually, Lily," Gavin said sympathetically, and Lily forced a smile, even as she heard Blaise in her mind saying, in response to her petulant statement before, 'Then try something else. Be as innovative with your methods as your ideas. Brilliance rarely comes on the first try, Lily.'
"Yeah, I'm sure it will click for me soon," she said blandly, looking down at her empty place setting, praying the damn appetizers would come out. "In the meantime, what have you been working on?" she asked politely, looking back up with another completely fake smile.
Gavin launched into his latest project, that was to further refine his potion to make it more effective, and Lily let out a breath of relief when the food began to arrive. She only had to nod and smile, or make the occasional remark, and Gavin could happily talk all evening. Which left Lily the ability to sneak surreptitious looks over his shoulder at Blaise Zabini, who'd ordered what was probably a delicious wine, unlike her own, which was a red she didn't much care for if she was being brutally honest. And look the redheaded witch did. She couldn't help but notice he remained alone throughout his meal, and while there was no hint in his casually elegant posture to indicate discomfort, Lily was almost certain Blaise's dark eyes, which barely wavered from his plate, would be filled with some kind of emotion. And even though she ached to go to him, to throw herself at his mercy even, she held back, because she knew it was for the best. Not to mention if he hadn't yet noticed her, she mused as their desserts at last arrived, obviously he had no desire to look at or speak to her. Which only confirmed her belief a cool, detached ignoring of the one wizard she longed for with unbearable agony in the middle of the night was the only way she could truly get over Blaise.
But even as her head and heart came to a timid agreement, her body, in such close proximity, was tensed and on edge for any signal from her former employer. By the time the check arrived, Lily was aching from being on red alert most of the evening, and excused herself to use the loo as they stood up, hoping to get a handle on the raging lust and boiling, all consuming arousal that zinged through her just thinking about Blaise. Once in the bathroom she checked to ensure she was alone, then braced both hands on either side of the sink and took a couple deep breaths, looking up at her reflection in the mirror grimly.
Suddenly, the door to the restroom opened and Lily, who'd straightened automatically, felt almost faint for a beat when none other than the wizard she'd been secretly looking at all through her almost-date stared at her through her reflection. Her breath sucked in on a gasp of its own accord and the redhead spun around abruptly, staring properly at Blaise, who locked and Silenced the room with a flick and twist of his wand. "Blaise," she whispered, taking a step back and hitting the sink when the dark haired, dark eyed pureblood moved toward her.
"I felt you looking at me all night," he said roughly. Lily gulped, because she couldn't refute that statement, and when he moved closer she couldn't help that her body betrayed her. With his dark eyes burning with molten desire, undressing her where she stood, trapped and breathless, and that perfect half smirk that she'd once associated with pleasure on his full, supple lips, Lily was unbearably wet with embarrassing ease.
"Blaise," she said again, this time his name coming out in a husky, rough croak with the tiniest edge of pleading, and Lily watched him close his eyes for a beat, taking a deep breath in through flared nostrils.
"Fuck, you're so damn perfect without even trying," the pureblood muttered under his breath, but in the echoing acoustics of the silent loo Lily easily heard the words. His dark eyes snapped back up to hers. "I…" Lily waited, barely breathing, for what he was going to say, but Blaise merely stared at her, looking torn.
And indeed, internally, Blaise was torn. He wanted her with his entire being, every single fibre, every particle of magic and flesh and bone that held him together into a man and wizard wanted to close the distance between them and kiss her without pause while he fucked her right there up against the sink, swallowing all her moans. But as much as he wanted, he knew there would be hell to pay when she left again. He'd crave her more than he already did, longing for the next hit of her like a regular Knockturn junkie, and without her… He feared he might truly go mad, if he wasn't there already. Just knowing there was some other wizard, no doubt waiting for her outside still, taking her home and perhaps more, made made Blaise's magically pure blood boil with rage and jealousy. Just the thought of having her had made him hard. ...Just one kiss. It couldn't hurt, surely. Because he missed her and longed for her to be in his arms again with an aching hunger, just to even hold her, and feel her, safe and happy and l-
Blaise blinked as his mental train of thought derailed. There was simply no way he could lo- No. No. He looked at her, seeing her mingled anxiety and arousal, and when Lily blushed, his control snapped. He moved forward until he stood before her, watching the redhead bite her lush lower lip, hazel eyes darting down as she ducked her head and put her hands behind her back like a child resisting the lure of a forbidden treat. Blaise wanted none of that. He wanted the passion he'd tasted on her lips and every other inch of her flesh what seemed a lifetime ago, even if it was in actuality only half a year or so. Wanted her to taste how much he was just fucking in love with her. And even as he thought it, he knew he was damned either way.
"I want to fuck you up against this sink," he said at last, unable to resist temptation laid out before him, and settled his hands gently around her waist. Lily blushed again, but shook her head.
"I can't, I have to- I'm on- It's just that I really don't- Fuck." She looked up. "Blaise, I don't think we should-"
"What do you want?" Blaise asked, and she took a deep breath, hating that he could affect her with that deep bedroom voice that had haunted her dreams. "Do you want to get fucked on the sink, or do you not?"
Lily clung to a false sense anger. "Of course I want," she finally hissed, but when Blaise grinned and leaned down to kiss her, hands roving up her ribcage, Lily pushed him back firmly. "But that doesn't mean it's a good idea, or that we can." Blaise watched her set her shoulders and jaw. "And I have a dinner date waiting," she added, watching Blaise's lip curl with derision. "So in that case," Lily said, telling herself she could be brave, even if she wasn't sure it was the best idea, "Good evening, Blaise."
The pureblood, looking equally shocked and hurt, watched Lily walk away from him again, the easy way she dismantled his spellwork to open the door before she opened the bathroom door and stepped out without looking back. His shoulders slumped for a beat before he squared them again and stalked out after her, refusing to let his face betray a single inkling of how badly that rejection stung. Blaise had certainly been assured that no good could come of him following Lily into the loo after half rushing out in her wake. But, like the fool he was, Blaise had fallen victim to Lily's lure yet again and fallen once more on his face. Quite spectacularly at that, no less. And she'd walked away.
It hurt almost as bad as it had the first time.
Lily's eyes welled with tears that burned hot behind her eyelids, barely being held in check, throat raw with suppressed emotion and the electric pull of desire that still prickled and thrummed across her flesh just from having Blaise, in all his physical perfection and with that animal magnetism practically pouring from his aura, in such close proximity. When she spotted Gavin only sheer force of will held back her waterworks. "I'm so sorry," she said quickly, even as she breezed past her date, who looked shocked and trailed after her, face a mask of confusion and concern. "I have to go. I can't-" She broke off, gulping, cheeks flaring red guiltily as she spotted Blaise coming toward her. "I have to go. I'm sorry, Gavin," she repeated in a broken whisper, turning abruptly away from the wizard's outstretched hand, barely hearing him call her back and asking her what happened, and simply rushed out of the restaurant and into Diagon Alley.
She turned back once she reached the slightly desolate, cobbled streets of the alley proper, chest heaving as tears blurred her vision briefly before streaking down her cheeks, seeing the tall, dark, and achingly handsome figure of the only wizard she'd ever fully given herself to standing only feet away and yet a lifetime apart from her. Her heart ached, still beating onward despite being shattered, and Lily lifted a hand in farewell, hating that she'd just had a lovely date and the only thing she could think about was those moments being pressed to Blaise where he'd been oh so close to kissing her. But the redhead knew it couldn't ever work, that they were both better off without one another, and the drama and bad press would never stop if they tried being more than vague acquaintances in the same field. Lily told herself yet again, still not quite believing it.
She got back to her flat, and cried through her disrobing and shower, then pushed her ragged, battered emotions under lock and key in her heart and mind and focused, once again, on the last thread she allowed herself to have with Blaise Zabini. She would focus on the Alternate Amatoriis problem, and nothing more, and the redhead let herself become consumed in her work as she started a fresh fire under a new cauldron and flicked through her thick notebook for the hundredth time.
It was two weeks later that the solution came to Lily, as she sat in her living room holding a cup of tea and doing nothing more than simply staring into space, looking vaguely toward her fireplace, recalling one long-ago conversation she'd had with Blaise. The conversation, completely unrelated to her current frustration that had prompted a tea break in the first place, had been about his first two top-selling, high-rated potions, patented and approved just months apart, and how he'd happened to create two entirely separate potions, for exact opposite purposes. The Fecundity Potion and the Morning After, he had told her, were really two sides of the same coin. That once the first had been constructed and Blaise's keen, cunning mind had wondered what the outcome of using ingredients that would do the opposite would do, and the result had been the second potion.
Of course, Lily knew her problem wasn't quite so cut and dried as two opposite potions, but she couldn't help but wonder… Since she'd been privy to almost all of Blaise's work at one point or another, both past and present, Lily knew the brewing process for Amatoriis almost without having to reference her notes. They were notes she'd vaguely taken on a whim, and which had served her well since she'd no longer had Blaise's brain there to pick when needed, even if she knew her former employer and mentor would be furious she had them. But now that the ball was rolling in her brain, Lily couldn't resist testing her theory.
That maybe, just maybe, if she brewed the whole potion in separate parts, it would still be able to react. She knew for a fact already that Blaise's potion contained two separate parts, for both female and male, in any combination, pleasure, and they were diluted in effect when mixed together, despite still retaining strong properties overall. Lily reckoned that just maybe, if she could tweak the two separate parts of the potion, make them sensitive to one another, she could find a way to make them work in tandem, even should they never mix. That if she could apply the same dual sided experience for each, the result of both would be unimaginable.
It was a hazy idea at best, but now that Lily felt like she might be making some kind of headway, she was excited to get to work. She started yet another fresh cauldron and began scribbling furiously in her notebook, a real smile gracing her features for the first time in what felt like forever. A week later, after breaking into her flat, that was how both her older brothers found her, after several unanswered owls and her absence at an already confirmed Sunday dinner prompted Harry and Ginny Potter to worry and enlist their sons to check on their sister. Scribbling furiously in her notebook, a smile on her face as a cauldron bubbled behind her and several vials sat upon her workbench, sat the youngest Potter. Her robes were stained and wrinkled, and definitely starting to smell in the creases that hugged her frame, and her hair was a mess of curls and knots alike, made bushy from the temperature and humidity of her lab. There were ink stains on her fingers and dark shadows and bags under her eyes, even though the redheaded witch looked in superb spirits.
Lily didn't even glance up as both Albus and James Potter paused in the doorway to her miniature lab, both looking her over with resignation. "You're not going to get blown up today," the redhead said cheekily, well aware, even through her focus, that her wards had alerted her to family intruders. Still not bothering to look up, she pulled the protective goggles around her neck up over her eyes and then carefully dropped some very bright teal potion into a very hot beaker. "At least, I doubt it," she added with a manic giggle, then dropped some of the violently pink potion in as well.
Her brothers looked on, even as Lily scribbled at the speed of light as she observed her experiment, grinning broadly as the two drops shifted to either end of the hot beaker, both sizzling, then slowly began to revolve around one another. "Uh, Lily," came her brother James's voice, even as Lily grinned and pulled her goggles up, turning at last.
"Mum and Dad sent us," Albus cut in brusquely. "They're worried." He made a grunting acknowledgment when James elbowed him roughly in the side. "We're all worried," he amended. Lily grinned broadly.
"Why? I'm fucking fantastic." Her hair seemed to almost crackle with electric magic a she stood and shook the messy, curl mane, and Lily giggled again. "It's all coming together!"
"Uh…" Albus's face went blank, and he glanced at his older brother, who sighed, looking around.
"You missed Sunday dinner, Lils," James said gently, taking a step into the room at last. "And you're not answering owls," he continued in that same soft, placating tone Lily associated with visiting the invalid or sick. She frowned briefly. "We're worried, Lils," James continued. "Worried you've possibly stopped taking care of yourself, and that maybe you're overworking yourself."
Lily laughed at the absurdity of the idea. It wasn't like she'd fallen off the face of the earth and hadn't bathed in months. She'd simply had a breakthrough that, while taking up the majority of her focus, hadn't completely overtaken her life. There were dishes in the sink to show she'd eaten, even if it hadn't necessarily been the best of fare, and enough half empty mugs of tea to show she was at least keeping herself afloat, and if she hadn't showered, well, so what? She was making a goddamn breakthrough in the entire notion of bloody potioneering! Personal hygiene could take a backseat in the wake of her accomplishments, almost, thus far!
"I'm fine," she said, hazel eyes lighting with that shine of brilliance and the manic gleam of dedication finally starting to pay off. "I'm better than fine," she said, smiling widely again. "I've almost solved the problem, and when I do…" she sighed, unable to convey what it would mean.
Albus and James exchanged a look she missed, one filled with mingle concern and apprehension. "Lily," James finally said, sounding pained, and Lily looked directly at her brother, wondering why he was almost cringing.
"What?" she asked, pushing a slightly greasy strand of hair behind her ear nervously at her brothers' identical looks of awkward determination.
"You should take a break," Albus said bluntly, looking at her almost sternly. "You're pushing yourself too hard, Lils, and we don't want to see you-"
Lily laughed, interrupting him. "I'm not," she insisted. "I'm so close to a breakthrough, Al, you have no idea. Seriously," she said, brows pulling together as her brothers exchanged another look, and something in her her gut shifted uncomfortably. "I'm positive I'm close to figuring out how to make-"
"I'm sorry, Lily," James sighed heavily, even as Albus lifted his brows at the eldest Potter offspring, and the dark haired, brown eyed wizard pulled his wand. Lily took an automatic step back. "You need a break, Lils," he said, and waved his free hand. "Look around. This place is a mess, you're a mess, and you need to take a step back from whatever it is you're working on." His tone was firm and solemn, like he was trying to be an adult and tell her what to do, boss her around as if he somehow held the right to do so. "It's not healthy for you to-"
"Oh, so now you're concerned about my health?" Lily snapped, good mood evaporating as she watched her eldest brother tense. She pulled her own wand out, temper flaring to life.
"Lily," Albus began placatingly, but the redhead was having none of it. "We just-"
"No, Albus, I don't want to hear it." She marched right up to her older brother, poking James hard in the chest with her wand, even as he clenched his jaw and set his shoulders stubbornly. "You didn't give a Niffler's tit about 'my health' when you ruined the best thing that's ever happened to me, did you?" she snarled, and James's dark brows pulled together.
"I did you a favour," the eldest Potter child growled. No one needed to mention the incident that still left a distinctly awkward tension at family meals when Lily and James were both in attendance. Lily's wand jabbed him in the chest again.
"Bullshit!" she growled, even as Albus stepped in to ensure things didn't escalate too far. Tears stung her bloodshot, overtired eyes and Lily fought to control herself. The last week, while making such progress, had also frazzled Lily's nerves and patience to the wire and left her easily susceptible to sibling-induced rage. "You got me a broken heart, and for what?" Lily demanded, shoving Albus aside and jabbing her eldest brother in the chest with her wand once more. This time, a tiny hole singed through the fabric, and Lily, breathing heavy, finally felt the dam burst. It had felt like ages that she'd been carrying around the hot, burning embers of anger at her brother, anger that he'd not only tried but succeeded at wrecking the only relationship she'd ever really had, with a wizard she would never find another to compare to. Every time she saw him, every time she spotted that cow Emily Edwards' name in print, and every time she remembered the way Blaise had stared at her with that icy cold accusation in his eyes, that disgusted gleam that he'd allowed himself to be wronged by her. "So you could be the hero in my life I never fucking wanted or needed? Fuck, Jamie, you're supposed to be my big brother, and you fucked me over just so you could feel like you did the right thing!"
Her voice had cracked on the last word, and even as she held in a sob, she felt Albus's strong arms pulling her into an embrace. She pushed him back, not finished with her tirade, not by a long shot, because she'd been fucking wrecked for months after Blaise, even if she pasted on a chipper smile and prattled about her work around her family. "I did do the right thing, Lily, and you're the only who can't see it!" James said, looking pained as well, and with pity at the redhead, that she was somehow blind or stupid.
"James," Albus said quietly, looking uncomfortably at Lily, trying valiantly to hold herself together, obviously stressed to the breaking point. He shook his head subtly, but his older brother's expression hardened.
"What?" James said tersely, and folded his arms with an air of superiority. "She changed when she was around him, Al, and we all saw it, except her." His dark brown eyes darted back to Lily as Albus's emerald gaze dropped. "You lied and snuck around and played it off like it was alright that your damn employer was taking advantage of you! That's not the sister I know and love."
"No, you're the one who can't see, James," the redhead said in a low, furious voice, wand sparking as she tightened her grip on it, Albus's arms still circling her loosely, as if braced to hold her back. "You can't see that you, you and Dad, and even Mum a little bit, are exactly the reason I hid everything, the reason I lied and snuck around. I knew that none of you trusted me to make my own choices," James snorted, and Lily glared. "I knew you wouldn't trust me to make my own mistakes even. You never do." She felt her tears spill down her cheeks at last and bit her lower lip, hating her damnable emotions, striving to contain herself once more, knowing she had work still to do. She pulled in a long, slightly shaky breath, shoving her emotions down deep and wiping her face, even though fury still bubbled thickly, like over-boiled Polyjuice, in her belly. "You can tell Mum and Dad I'm doing fine, and I shall take all your concerns over my well-being in account," she said flatly, turning away, striding out of Albus's loose hold and back to her cauldron. "Feel free to let yourselves out the way you arrived," she added when silence met her words, and she glanced over her shoulder at James and then Albus.
Both looked hesitant. "Is that it, then?" James finally asked, sounding confused and wary.
"I do believe so, James," she said, sheathing her wand and smiling her patented family-time grin. "What more can we say? The sister you 'know and love' doesn't really exist because the sister you have isn't her? No, I think we've had enough sharing for one day. And I really do have an important breakthrough to attend to." And the memories of Blaise to keep alive through the most tenuous and embarrassing means.
Albus shot her a brief smile, even as James looked dumbfounded for a beat at her softly spoken, thoroughly clinical words, then the green eyes wizard turned James toward the door. "C'mon, Jamie. I think we need to chat."
"What the fuck-!?" James began, but then Lily's privacy spells were reapplied and she turned, throat burning, back to her work. Her personal life might be a mess, but, she reckoned, her professional mess was ever so close to being righted, and that, at least, was something she'd gotten right.
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