Chapter 12: Two Weeks
November 1st
"Harry, focus!" Elara scolded, removing his hand from her thigh and flipping through her herbology text. "I have loads of assignments due next week and I'm not going to get anything done if you keep on interrupting."
Harry rolled his eyes but bit back a laugh.
They were studying in the Library. Hermione was absorbed in an Ancient Runes essay that she and Elara wrote together, Ron was struggling to get through his Defense against the Dark Arts reading and Harry was supposed to be working on his Charms homework, although Elara was certain he was trying to figure out any way to get out of it.
"There's no classes tomorrow and we have our first Quidditch match on Saturday. Can't we put it all off until after? It's my first go at captain and I want to be prepared." He complained.
"If you put half the energy into your studies as you do Quidditch, you'd already be done by now." Elara pointed out.
Hermione laughed and nodded in agreement. "I've been telling him that for ages."
Elara laughed and flipped through several more pages. "We have to work with the Venomous Tentaculas next week, you ought to be paying more attention to what the text says about them." She said to Harry. "These things are dangerous."
"Everything in that bloody class is dangerous!" Ron piped in.
Elara and Hermione exchanged a look and rolled their eyes. Elara liked the routine they had fallen into over the last couple weeks. She frequently studied with the small group, usually ending with herself and Hermione doing all the work. She didn't mind, it kept her mind busy and off the task. She did feel a bit guilty though. Since she started actively seeing Harry, she had neglected Draco, only meeting him three times in the last two and a half weeks.
Harry and Elara had not shared with anyone else that they were seeing each other. Hermione knew, Elara could guess. And she thought Harry had probably told Ron. They agreed that making it public throughout the school may cause more drama than it was worth.
But apparently, Harry had forgotten that bit as of late.
He returned his hand to Elara's knee, circling patterns into the pleat of her skirt while she took notes down as she read. He was reading his potions book again and ignoring any of his other work.
"Hm.." He huffed. "Ellie, Mione, do either of you know what this is?"
He showed them the book. Sectumsempra: For enemies was scribbled in the top corner of a page.
"No." Hermione said, sounding annoyed.
Elara shook her head. "No. And you'd better not try it out. You have no idea what that spell is."
Harry shrugged. "I won't. I just wondered if you'd heard of it… I haven't."
"Believe it or not, I'm not well versed in random and made up curses." She said. "So, no. I don't know what it is. But you need to quit reading that book."
"You sound like Hermione now." Harry grumbled. "You two have spent too much time together."
Hermione and Elara shared a look and then laughed, and Elara wondered if this is what it was like to actually have friends. Not people who were trying to get close to her because of her brother or father… But people who enjoyed her company.
"Oh! Is that really the time?" Elara said, looking up at the clock. "I've got to go!"
"Why?" Harry asked. "I thought you were finishing your Herbology-
"I will." She said. "But I've promised Draco we would spend some time this evening and I haven't been spending any time with him lately. I don't want to flake."
"I'll walk with you." Harry said.
"That isn't necessary, Harry." She smiled, shoving her last book into her already overflowing knapsack.
"I know. But if I sit here any longer, I'll die of boredom."
"You can't die of boredom." She laughed.
"I'm coming with you, just for a short walk." He said, finality to his voice.
She rolled her eyes and heaved her bag onto her shoulders. "Fine. Let's go then. See you tomorrow Hermione. Bye Ron!"
They exited the library and Ron looked at Hermione. "They're definitely shagging then, right?"
"Ronald!" Hermione said, without much conviction.
"Look at them, Mione! They can't stay away from each other. Harry has been touching her all afternoon. He can't keep his hands off her."
"I don't think they're shagging." Hermione admitted. "They're definitely seeing each other though."
"I wonder why he hasn't told us?" Ron said. "He tells us everything."
"Maybe she doesn't want anyone to know? It would be big gossip if Elara Malfoy was seeing Harry Potter… And she likes to keep to herself. Maybe her brother would be angry?"
"Well we aren't going to tell anyone, are we?" Ron said. "I know you won't. And I don't plan to go blabbing about."
"They'll let us know when they're ready." Hermione said.
Harry waited until they got halfway down the corridor, making sure there was no one in sight. He then pulled her bag off her shoulders and slung it over his.
"Why are you doing that?" She asked.
"My God! This thing is heavy!" Harry said.
"I know." She replied. "Why did you take it?"
"Because, you're my girlfriend." He smiled. "That's what I'm supposed to do. This thing weighs more than you do!"
She rolled her eyes. "Well, thank you."
They walked slowly down the corridors to the steps. They had figured out a route that was fairly private, with the least amount of students. She took Harry's hand and laced her fingers through his.
"Have you told Ron or Hermione?" She asked.
Harry shook his head. "No." He said. "I will. When you're comfortable with it."
She nodded. "I'm sure they know. But you can tell them."
He smiled and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. They continued down the stairs, Harry hyperaware of Ellie next to him. She really was the clumsiest walker he had ever met. She certainly had a bad habit of falling down a lot and he didn't fancy a stay in the hospital wing anytime soon.
When they reached the bottom of the many flights of steps, Harry slowly looked around, making sure there was no one near them. He then pulled her toward the corner, where a small nook was behind a suit of armor and set her very heavy book bag on the ground.
She smiled up at him. She loved their studying routine, but she enjoyed this bit far more. Every time they left the library, Harry would walk her to the bottom floor and kiss her, before heading their separate ways.
He placed his hands on her waist and she rested her wrists on his shoulders. "We can tell everyone, if you like." Harry said. "I know you don't want the gossip. But, I'm tired of sneaking around."
She sighed. "Let me tell Draco first." She said. Of course, Draco knew she had been spending more time with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. But she hadn't told him that she and Harry were an item. That they were actually dating.
"He's going to be pissed." Harry said, knowingly.
"Probably." She agreed, standing up on her tip toes.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She liked that he always kissed her so lightly at first, as if making sure it was okay. She placed a hand on the back of his neck, twisting her fingers into his messy black hair and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. His lips moved against hers, slightly parting and then ever so lightly, he ran his tongue against her bottom lip. Her mouth opened, granting him access. She tasted honey and chocolate and smiled a bit under his lips. Her mouth buzzed with the feel of him, his silky tongue roaming the inside of her mouth.
"What the fuck?!"
Elara didn't register the voice right away. She initially thought it was a thought from Harry until she felt him being pulled off her.
"Get the fuck away from her, Potter! What the fuck are you doing?!" Blaise had yanked Harry away from Elara, by his robes. His eyes were darting back and forth, fierce and angry.
"Did he hurt you?!" He asked Elara. "Are you alright."
Elara shook her head trying to make sense of what was happening. "I'm fine!"
"Fuck off, Zabini! She's fine!" Harry said, yanking himself from Blaise's grip. "I wouldn't fucking hurt her!"
"You had her pinned against the goddamn wall!" Blaise said. "And you…"
It registered in his face. Harry wasn't hurting her; he was snogging her.
"This is who you've been snogging?!" Blaise said, his dark eyes wide with disbelief. "Pansy said it was Theo!"
Elara scoffed. "No. It's definitely not."
"Oh, this is rich." Blaise said, anger and jealousy in his voice. He turned and started to storm off. Elara gave Harry an apologetic look, grabbed her bag and jogged to catch up with Blaise.
"Blaise, wait! Please!"
"Does Draco know?" He asked.
"Not… not really, no." She admitted.
"He's going to be fucking livid."
"Blaise please!" She said, grabbing his arm. As his skin touched her hand, she felt something else. Hurt. "Blaise you can't tell him! I'm telling him tonight. Please, don't say anything."
"Why shouldn't I?" He said. "You're out snogging in the corridor for everyone to see! Why would you care if anyone knew?!"
"We were trying to be private! There wasn't anyone around…"
"Well, obviously you were wrong." Blaise said. "Harry sodding Potter, Ellie?!"
"Please." She begged. "Blaise, I'm sorry it upset you but-
"I'm not upset!" He said. He then looked down and saw her pale fingers on his dark wrist and yanked his arm away from her. "Bloody empath. Like walking fucking Veritaserum." He grumbled. "You fucking tell him tonight, or I will."
"Blaise…" Elara said. "Blaise please… Please wait."
"Why?" He asked, turning to look at her. "You've been ignoring me all term. Now you want to talk?"
"I haven't been ignoring you!" She said. "I've been busy!"
He snorted, a dark humor flashing on his features. "Yeah, I can see that."
"With classes!" She said. "I have a heavy class load! I haven't been avoiding you!"
"Not so heavy that you can't carve the time out to snog Potter in the hall!" He nearly shouted. "It's fine, Ellie. Really. You can do what you want. I thought we were friends, but apparently not."
She sighed, knowing that no matter what she said it wouldn't make a difference. He was angry at her, he was hurt. She had neglected their friendship in pursuit of the task, in pursuit of Harry. He wasn't wrong. She had made the time for Harry. She jogged the short space between them to catch up to his long strides. "Just listen to me!" She said, placing her hand on his shoulder.
He stopped but remained silent and Elara spoke again. "I'm sorry I've neglected you. Please don't be angry with me. I promise there's a reason for it, I need you to trust me."
"How am I supposed to trust you?" He asked. "You might be able to tell if I'm lying, but I can't tell if you are. It doesn't seem like a fair trade."
"I'm telling Draco tonight, and then I'll explain everything to you. I promise I will."
"Don't make promises that you have no intention of keeping." He said, turning to look at her.
"I promise, Blaise. I'll explain everything. Okay? After the match on Saturday… We can meet up and I'll explain."
He gave a sharp nod. "I don't trust him." He said. "So, you'd better know what you're doing."
He turned on his heel and stormed off. She stood for moment, eyes closed, trying to collect her thoughts. Blaise was hurt and very angry with her. There had to be a reason why, but he hadn't allowed contact long enough to figure that out.
She adjusted her bag on her back and jogged the rest of the way to the dungeons, frustrated that she was being forced into telling her brother what was happening before she knew exactly how she felt about it.
"You look like shit." Draco said, when she entered the common room.
"Shut up." She snapped. "We need to talk."
He arched an eyebrow and stood from his spot in the leather armchair and began walking toward his dormitory. "well?" He said, sweeping his arm out in front of him "Let's go."
She followed behind him and looked around the room. Theo, Crabbe and Goyle were playing a game of exploding snap.
"Out." Draco said.
"We're almost finished." Theo said, not looking up from his game.
"I don't give a shit." Draco said. "Get out. The lot of you."
"Draco, it's fine." Elara said. "You don't have to swear at them. We can go somewhere else…"
All three boys looked up and Theo smiled at Elara. "Hi Ellie." He said. "Good to see you."
She returned his smile. "Thanks, Theo, you too."
"Not good to see you, Wanker." Theo said to Draco, scooping up his cards and getting up from his bed.
"Nott, I swear to Salazar I will curse your bullocks off your body."
Theo smirked. "Testy. Let's finish our game in the common room, boys."
Crabbe and Goyle both nodded in agreement and collected their own cards, following Theo out.
"Arsehole." Draco muttered, shutting the door and locking it.
"I'm dating Harry." Elara said, the words escaping past her lips faster than she could calculate them. "We've been going just over two weeks."
"Is that why you've been so hard to find the last fortnight?" Draco chuckled.
"Draco, this is serious." She said. "I- I like him."
"You actually like Potter?" He asked. "You said-
"I know what I said." She interrupted him. "I thought I could be involved and not get attached but I was wrong. He's charming and funny… And he's actually quite clever-
"I don't want the rundown of his questionable qualities." Draco said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What are you going to do about it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well obviously you can't date the tosser if you have feelings for him!" Draco said, pacing around the room. "You have to end it, El."
"No, I don't." She said.
"Yes. You do." He argued. "What are you going to do when the Death Eaters come? How are you going to explain to your precious Potter that you knew? That you helped!"
"I- I don't know yet." She said, shifting her weight from foot to foot and looking down at her hands.
He snorted. "I told you this wasn't going to work. You told me to trust your judgement and I did. Obviously, I shouldn't have."
"Don't talk to me like I'm a child." She snapped. "You wanted me to get close to him. You wanted information; I've given it to you. And I will continue to give it to you. You're more important than he is. But I will not end it simply because you don't like it."
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the post of his bed. "Fine." He said. "Fuck up the rest of our plans simply because you need a shag. You know, there were easier ways to go about that."
"We aren't shagging!" She said.
"Maybe not yet." He said. "But you will be. Talking leads to snogging, snogging leads to shagging. It's just a matter of time before-
"Shut up!" She hissed. "I'm going to continue to work with you on the cabinet, but I have to be discreet about it. Harry can't find out. And- and we're going to tell people we're together."
Draco barked a laugh. "If you think that's a good idea, than be my guest."
"People are going to find out. I was just doing you the courtesy of letting you be the first to know."
"The minute you told me your ridiculous little plan; I knew this was going to happen. I don't give a shit. I've got more important things to worry about than you and your bloody fucking feelings toward Potter."
She clenched her jaw. "You're acting like a child."
He shrugged. "I have spent my entire life worrying about your feelings. I don't have the energy for it anymore. That can be Potter's burden now."
"Burden." She repeated. She sucked her teeth and bit back hot tears of anger.
"Yes." He repeated. "Burden. Every moment of my life around you has been spent worried about if you would be okay. If you were strong enough to be in social situations. If you could handle being around people. I've lied for you, Ellie. You put our entire family at risk with your stupid little 'gift' and I'm working like hell to try and save our necks while you snog Potter in the library. I haven't got the time for it anymore. You say I'm acting like a child? You're the one who's been coddled your entire life."
Her chest heaved with furious breaths as her tears threatened to spill over. "Fuck you, Draco." She said, her voice thick and cracking. She winced inwardly at her choice of words, but if he insisted on being so childish, she would have to get on his level.
Draco snapped his eyes up to meet hers just before she stormed out of the dorm. He sat on his bed and placed his elbows on his knees, cradling his head in his hands. She was furious. Properly angry. And he still needed her to help him. She was brilliant with Arithmancy formulas and they were close to figuring out how to get the cogs working. Of course, he had to be nasty to her. Of course, he had to take his frustration out on her. He drew in heavy breaths, trying to control his rising temper. He had called her a burden. He voiced aloud her biggest fear, that she was the reason they were in the positions they were in. He used her abilities against her, something he long ago swore he'd never do. It wasn't her fault she had them! But he was so tired. He wanted nothing more to get all of this over with, just get it done so he could either succeed and move on or fail and be killed. He was tired of worrying constantly about Ellie, about her wellbeing at the school, about her being upset with him for something he said or did. It was exhausting. He had enough on his plate, didn't he?
Doing him the courtesy of letting him be the first to know that she's not shagging his longtime nemesis?! Oh well, thank you so much for that. I'm so glad to be the one you can confide in about your Gryffindor escapades.
Draco stood and began pacing around the room. Childish! Ha! Like she has the nerve to say anyone but her is childish! She's been stuck at the Manor her entire life having tea parties with mum and her daft friends while he's being groomed to be the next heir. To be a powerful wizard who people feared! She's learning how to find a rich husband while he's learning how to control people to his will, how to run businesses and conduct matters in a professional setting! Getting top marks in his classes so he can help take over the ministry one day!
He rolled his eyes and huffed out an angry breath. He knew she'd get in the way. He knew she'd cause distraction and get tangled up in things beyond him. He needed to focus, he needed to get his head together and she's so worried about her precious feelings! He turned and gave his trunk a swift kick, and then another. Fuck you, Draco ringing in his ears. She had never, ever swore at him, to him, around him… She had always been the one to correct him, to tell him to use better language. To be better. "FUCK!" He shouted, rubbing both his hands over his face and sitting on the edge of his bed and panting. I have to fix this.
Ellie wandered the corridors until she found herself on the seventh floor, pacing in front of the blank wall for the room of requirement. When after the fifth try, it wouldn't open, she slid against the stone wall and pulled her knees to her chest.
She was so angry.
She was seething. She could feel her breaths, ragged and uneven, blowing across the fabric of her skirt. She had experienced more anger in herself while being at Hogwarts than she had ever felt. Anger was a common emotion, loads of people felt angry. She was used to accelerated heart beats and sickening twist of her gut when encountering it. But she wasn't used to feeling it so deeply in herself. She honestly didn't know the last time she was properly furious before coming here.
Out of every emotion she'd experienced from other people, anger and hate were easily the worst two. There was nothing productive that could come from it. Anything done out of hate or anger just resulted in a very messy end product. Using anger as fuel was about as good as dumping acid on something.
She calmed her breathing and leaned her head back against the wall.
Hurt.
Hurt was what she was really feeling.
She was hurt by her brother's words. Hurt that she had upset Blaise. Hurt that she lashed out… Hurt that she was making herself do things she wasn't proud of… Hurt that she was being exactly what she swore she wasn't…
As she thought further about the pain she was feeling, it was as if the castle opened up its wounds and the past pains of everyone flooded her mind. She could feel the walls practically vibrating with emotions, crying to be felt, to be heard.
"Shut up." She cried, covering her ears with her hands. "Please. Stop." She was begging invisible entities to cease their war against her head. Pleading with everything in her for the hurt of her own heart, the hurt of everyone who had crossed this path, to stop. The loudest voice ringing in her head screamed "Burden" over and over again.
By the time Harry stepped out of the room of requirement, Elara was a weeping mess on the floor. Harry heard her crying through the walls and was concerned someone had been injured. He was shocked to find his girlfriend curled in a ball, sobbing and talking to herself.
He knelt next to her, taking her face in his hands. "Ellie… Ellie, are you okay?"
"I've ruined everything." She cried. "I can feel everything. And it's so loud."
His mouth felt dry with panic. He couldn't get Draco, he didn't know the password to get into the Slytherin common room and even if he did, there was an excellent chance he'd be hexed the moment he passed through the threshold. He could get Hermione… But she didn't know about Ellie's abilities… Even if she did, he doubted she'd know what to do.
He stood up and scooped her into his arms. Her bag was next to his feet and he kicked it into the room of requirement. I need a bed with soft blankets he thought, pacing around with her in his arms. She was still sobbing. It seemed as if she hadn't even registered, she had been moved from the cold, stone ground.
The bed appeared and Harry rushed over, nearly tripping over the bag at his feet. He laid her in it and tucked her in. He grabbed her bag and dumped its contents onto the floor.
Extension charm He thought as a mountain of books and objects fell from the small knapsack. Finally, he heard the clinking as four small, blue, crystal bottles fell out of the bag. They weren't labeled and he prayed that they weren't harmful. He unstopped one and took it to Elara, pulling her chin down to open her mouth and tilting the opening of the crystal bottle to her lips. He poured the contents into her mouth and gently pushed it closed.
"Swallow, Ellie." He said. "Please. Swallow it."
She did and within a few moments, her sobs had turned to quiet whimpers.
An hour passed with no talking or movement between them. Harry sat on the foot of the bed, staring at Elara, willing her to say something and desperately hoping whatever was in that crystal was the potions she told him about, the one's Snape gave her in case she needed it.
"Harry?"
Her voice was so quiet, he almost didn't hear her. "Ellie?!" He said, jumping up from the foot of the bed to see her face. He crouched down next to her and she offered him a small smile. "Ellie, are you okay?"
She nodded. "Thank you for getting the potion."
He sighed with relief. "I- I didn't know if it was the right one… I just, I hoped it was and-
"You're a good person." She said.
He stopped his ramblings and looked at her, confused. "Thank you?"
"You're a really good person." She repeated, sitting up. "You shouldn't be with someone like me."
"You're a good person too, Ellie." He said. "I don't think I understand…"
"I'm a burden." She said. "I can't do anything for myself. I can't even figure out what I want for myself."
"I think," Harry started, pulling back the blankets and slipping off his shoes. He climbed in next to her and pulled her into his chest. "I think you've been made to think you're a bad person. Because that's what has been expected of you. It doesn't make you bad to not want that."
"I can't even keep my own emotions in check." She whimpered. "How am I supposed to-
"Let me keep them for you then." Harry said.
She craned her neck to look at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Tell me your feelings. Let me hold them for you." He said. "I'll keep them for you, so you don't have to."
"It doesn't work like that, Harry." She said, tears leaking from her eyes and wetting his vest.
"Why not?" He asked. "Why can't it?"
"I can't give you my emotions, they aren't physical."
"Hang on..." He said, getting out of the bed.
Elara watched him with curiosity, trying to figure out what he was doing. He returned to her a few moments later with a small pouch and long piece of twine. He tied the twine in a knot on one end and made a loop on the other to hold it together.
"Open it." Harry said, handing her the pouch.
She narrowed her eyes at him and then looked at the small velvet pouch. She opened it and inside were dozens of small crystal beads.
"Every time you feel overwhelmed and you need to remove your emotions, give me a bead. I'll put it on the twine and I'll keep it for you."
She rolled a bead between her fingers, looking at the opaque blue color. She handed it to him and slipped it onto the string and then knotted it. He then wrapped it around his neck, pushing the larger knot through the loophole and wore it as a necklace.
"You are incredibly sweet." She whispered. "Do you know that?"
Harry gave a half smile and pulled her back into his chest. "You are a good person, do you know that?"
"You make me almost believe that can be true." She said. "I think I'm good when I'm spending time with you."
He smiled. "I think your good all of the time. Give it time. Enough of those beads, and you'll see you aren't as bad as you think you are."
She chuckled. "I said 'fuck you' to Draco." She admitted sheepishly, changing the subject.
Harry held his hand to his chest, feigning outrage. "You used a swear?!"
"I was angry!" She said. "I didn't… I didn't know what else to say to him!" She laughed.
"How did it feel?" He asked.
She bit her lip. "Good." She admitted. "Don't get used to it. I still think there are better words I could have used."
"Yes, maybe." He agreed. "But sometimes a naughty word is the best way to get your feelings out."
She gave a small chuckle and settled into his chest, closing her eyes as he stroked her hair. She wondered what would have happened if he hadn't been on the other side of that door. If she hadn't told him about her abilities, and how crippling it can become. If she hadn't kept the potions in her bag… She'd probably still be a sniveling mess on the floor. She listened to his heart beat, thumping in rhythm with hers. She could feel his breath on the top of her head, slow and steady as he hummed to her.
She realized that her attraction to Harry wasn't simply because he was sweet and funny. It wasn't because he was fit and talented. He was safe. He was the beacon for light in the dark, a brick house that weathered the storm. He needed someone to care for, to fight for. She needed caring. She needed someone who would be willing to pick the pieces up, to keep reminding her that she didn't have to follow the likes of her family, she didn't have to do the wrong thing because there wasn't another choice. Because there's always another choice.
She took in a deep breath, reveling in Harry's woodsy scent. She had to figure a way out. More than one person had told her to get out, to run. To go and not look back. She wasn't sure she could run, but she needed to get out. To be away from the Dark Lord and his beliefs. His sickening power plays and twisted ways of thinking… It was poison. Slowly killing her family, draining the life from their eyes as she sat back and watched.
She had spent long enough in hiding. Scared of what would happen if she spoke too loudly or moved too swiftly. Terrified that the lies her family told to keep her hostage would get them all killed. And that's what she was, wasn't it? A hostage? A slave to the Malfoy name, the aristocratic pure-blooded idea that they were better than everyone, so she had some sort of obligation to that same thinking. Is that really what she had to be? A good little pure-blood house wife that sat back and watched her husband murder, thieve, and rape muggleborns and half-bloods while she produced spawn after spawn for him..?
As she listened to Harry's heartbeat, his breath on her ear, she felt defiant. That was not the only way to live. She had grown up being taught that self-preservation is what mattered. And that may be true to an extent, but at what cost? To allow yourself to go through life doing everything you hated, becoming exactly who you fear, to stay safe?
Well, to hell with that type of safety. She felt safety, real safety. Safety in the form of a messy black-haired, spectacled boy. Two weeks of spending every moment she could with him and she already felt like a new person, like someone who wasn't afraid of everything anymore. She would show courage. She had to. She couldn't keep hiding, keep burdening everyone around her.
a/n: Alright, so as I post new chapters, in editing, I always go back and read through some of the previous chapters. I'm realizing that this is quickly morphing into Elara and her inability to make a damn choice. I want this story to reflect the personal turmoil of someone who would be faced with something like the Malfoy's were faced with. I think the dancing back and forth is pretty in character for a Malfoy, but I see it's getting a little redundant... FEAR NOT! The good shit is coming, I promise. I've even got a little smut planned soon for those of us that get horribly disappointed by a smut-less fic.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed your Valentine's weekend. Mine was god awful, work was insane. Also, my schedule has been changed. (So sad, I know) so my usual update days may change with that as well. I should have more to post this week though!
Thank you for reading and sticking with me this long! I haven't decided how may chapters this story will have yet, but I do have a clear idea of an ending!
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