Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter and never will. They belong to J.K.R. We also do not own Are You There God, It's Me Margaret, which is the book that Random reads in this chapter.
Authors' Notes: We're back. In like the same day. But that's because Brittany's going camping, and it's Harry Potter weekend, so I'll be busy. Yeah, we're completely obsessed with this story now. I think it's kind of funny though. So yeah, read on, have a good time, and don't forget to review!
Olive Juice
Chapter Two: Close Encounter of a Towel Kind
---:Random:---
Well imagine that? Our first little devil is girl. I'm not being a perv here. I don't go for eleven years olds. That's just dis-gus-din'. I like my women younger than me, but older than that. I'm seventeen? They have to be at least... twelve. Just kidding. That's gross, too. Most twelve year olds haven't gotten out of those icky braces yet. I have never had braces. I was born with perfect teeth. Straight and white. I am just the perfect being. All should worship me for my perfection. I am perfect at everything I try. If you get what I mean. You are stupid if you missed that innuendo I made just now. Wait. I should be more mature than this, I am Head Boy after all.
New self-pledge(do boys normally do this?): I will be more mature and I will NOT bring strange girls back to what I'm sure will be a luxurious Head's room. I will not screw anybody. Unless I can manage that mission I set for myself...No I will not be enjoying myself this year. I have a job to do. Unless I find a really hot girl, there will be none other than Lamm in the my room. Wait. Did I just say something about Lamm being in my room? Hehehe...Let's imagine that for a minute...No, let's not. I am not going to be interested the Prude Wench. I am not. I just like the idea that I would have to chase her.
Maybe I won't be keeping true to my Pledge. Oh well, I'll try. I can't help it if I like to have a good time... I wonder if Prude Wench likes a good time...Hmm...I'll have to find out. Again, this is me laughing to myself. That girl won't be able to resist me after a while. I mean, I am me and I am irresistible to everything that is female. Yes, that does include animals. I have never had any sexual relations with animals because that is DISGUSTING not to mention illegal. I'm pretty sure my childhood pet dog, Sally, wanted some though. Okay, gross Halid. That's gross. Speaking of Sally...I wonder if she would be willing for another go. That was one hot chick. Okay off track Random.
"Hey guys, what do you think of the new Head Girl? She's down the table." I ask, turning my attention back to them. She was clapping for the little prat you was just made a Gryffindor (another one, we are becoming INFESTED!). My friends looked at her and Kemp smirked.
"Why do you ask, Ran? You hot for her? Probably, I bet she would be good in the sack. I mean, look at those-" I kicked Kemp under the table before he could continue his train of though. He began rubbing his leg and laughing. "Okay, I get. You like her?" I shrugged and my friends just looked at each other smiling. "I think he does, Pierre. What do you think?"
Zeke just looked at me, smiling, "I think he does, but what would I know." Then he imitated the face I had given Jyllian earlier when Kemp turned his head to look at Lamm again. I made a face back and I could tell he was laughing on the inside.
---:Jyllian:---
You know, I've always hated the sorting ceremony. It's so… long. Long and boring, that's what it is. Of course, it's only polite to clap – right? I looked over at my co-Head. He wasn't clapping. Why wasn't HE clapping? He's Head Boy, he should be proud to get new… wait a minute. I'm not supposed to think about him until after the sorting ceremony.
Is the ceremony over yet?
Gah! Why do I care about him? He's disgusting. He's… bleh. I suppose I can TALK about him if I don't THINK about him, right? I mean, I can ask questions about him, can't I? Sure I can. I made up the rule. I can break it.
"Hey, Elle, Court – I know he's the 'sex god', but what do you REALLY think of Random Halid?" I asked them, turning slightly in my seat, but still facing the front, so it would appear that I was still paying attention. Ha! I don't think I've ever paid attention to the sorting ceremony. Except for when I was being sorted, of course. But then again, I almost wet myself that night.
"Well, he's extremely good looking. There's no denying that," Court murmured, though it was still quite loud, as she peered down the table to where Random and his little posse were seated. She immediately snapped back. I'm guessing they looked over here. I shifted my eyes slightly to see if they were, and sure enough, there was Kemp, sitting there staring at us like a small puppy dog. "Don't look now," she whispered in my and Arielle's ear, "but Kemp Toal is looking over here as we speak." No, really? Thanks for pointing out the obvious there, Court. I swear, that girl… she's not with it sometimes. I shrugged it off just as the last year was being sorted. Dumbledore stood up and said something about… something. Like I said, I don't pay attention.
"Our Head Boy this year is Random Halid from Gryffindor," he said as the Great Hall burst into applause, except the Slytherins of course. "And our Head Girl is Jyllian Lamm, also from Gryffindor." I just smiled and pretended I wasn't there. I don't like people looking at me, but I can see that was going to be a problem this year.
---:Random:---
Oh good, the ceremony is over. Well as... uninteresting as that was, I need SLEEP! Oh wait, Dumbledore just said my name. Hello everyone! Isn't it reassuring to know that you have me to look at all the time. I am waving at the good people and they seem to like it. I have nice hands. Really big and strong. I should not think things like that because I will be a pervert if I do. GAH! What is wrong with me? Oh, yah. I'm a guy. I can deal with that. Rock on PERVERSION! Dumblerdore is calling Lamm and I up to the front. What the bloody hell does he want? Ha, he probably wants to show us to our getaway. Oooh, that sounds kinky. No, no it doesn't because I am not thinking things like that about Wench. I should call her that to her face to see how she reacts.
I walk up to Dumbledore and Jyllian is close behind, "What can we do for you Professor?" I ask, shoving my hands into my pockets. Dumbledore smiled down at us. Jylli seems a little uncomfortable, is it just me or is that how she ALWAYS is? Maybe it is just me. Like I mean I am the reason she does that. that's probably what it is. She is probably warm for my form. I can deal with that.
"Well, I was going to show the two of you to the Head's Commons, if you are both ready?" We both nod and Dumbledore leads us out of the Great Hall, through a mob of disgusting little first years.
---:Jyllian:---
So, after that completely embarrassing social acknowledgement, Dumbledore is showing us to my place of torture, the Head's common room/dorm/living space. Whatever you want to call it! Urrr… I'll have to find out what type of girl absolutely appalls him. Then, I can BECOME that type of girl, and he'll just leave me alone. You know, I'm scaring myself. I'm making a huge deal of this. I've known him for… what? A few hours and I already want him to die. Hm… that must be some type of record. Usually it takes a few days, at least, to get a death wish from me. This guy must be special. …Wait, what am I saying? He's not special. He's just infuriating. He's a slimy, good for nothing, retarded male. That puts him at the TOP of my Death List. And that's saying something.
Oh, look, we've arrived. Hoorah. Not. What's this? A painting of… Sir Widdleworth III? Okay, no offense to you or anything, Mr. Wid, but how did you grow up with that name? I mean: Widdleworth. You must have gotten teased so much. Too bad I really don't care. Oh great, he's looking at me again. I bet he's devising some kind of diversion to traumatize me in my sleep or something like that. I'll have to keep my eye out for him.
---:Random:---
Oh fun! Widdleworth. I'll have to remember to tease him about that. Poor bastard. Oh, look, she's smirking. Either she is thinking up some way to get into my pants (like I'd resist) or she is thinking about Widdleworth. Considering she can't stand me, I'm going for the latter. Anyone care to have an opinion. No not you Freddy, of course you want to go for the former. You are just-...no I'm not talking to...myself...Okay looking away from Lamm now. That's better. Dumbledore just said the password. Lemon Drop? LEMON DROP? What kind of password is THAT? You could have something much more suggestive and they chose Lemon Drop? Of course, I'm sure they don't want their students being turned on with the passwords, so I can understand the Lemon Drop thing, but STILL. Moving on.
So we walk into our new Common Room. Red and Gold. Everywhere. They really go all out with the house color thing don't they? Oh well, at least it's a nice combination. Unlike some other colors. Hufflepuff: Yellow and Purple? I mean come on? Who the hell in their right mind would pick those? Especially together. No wonder I hear all of their guys are pansies. Look at their house colors. How is one excepted to shag properly when thinking, "Oh yay for the happy yellow and purple badgers! GO TEAM!"? It just doesn't work that way. That's like anti-erection creating... Did I seriously just think the word erection? Okay, off that topic, it's...bad...
It really is luxurious in here, if I may use that word. All the sofas and chairs look really comfortable. Oh look, a coffee table and study desk. OH FIRE! We have a fire of our own. SCORE! I can't wait to see what my room looks like...
---:Jyllian:---
Wow. This is one… beautiful common room. But do they really have to decorate every single thing with red and gold? I mean, I'm all for house pride and everything, but I don't think a red and gold toilet is necessary. Well, I don't know if there is a red and gold toilet, but I bet there is. Hogwarts is crazy like that. Random's got a smug look on his face. I don't like it. Dumbledore said that my room is on the right, his is on the left, and the bathroom is in the middle. And… oh no. Apparently, there are doors that connect our bedrooms with the bathroom. That is not good. Mental note: Never leave the bathroom door unlocked! What if he was to walk in on me when I was in the shower? Or! He could just waltz through the bathroom and into my room while I was sleeping… or getting dressed! Oh no. These professors don't think ahead, do they? Does privacy mean nothing to them? Don't they know that teenaged boys have insane hormones and will pounce whenever they can? Really now, it's like our professors don't remember their teen-hood. I sighed. Random must have noticed because he looked at me, but he quickly looked away. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and made my way to my room. I stepped inside and almost forgot to breathe.
This is SO much better than those five person dorms back in Gryffindor Tower! I looked at the room from all sides. There was an insanely large wardrobe, a desk, a bookshelf, and two tables on both sides of a fantastically large bed, decorated in scarlet and gold bed sheets of course. So, my common room mate may suck, but at least I can escape to this paradise that I get to call my room! But then I think about it, and his room is probably the same. He doesn't deserve it. So, he can torture me and return to his oasis, while I get tortured before returning. It's not fair! He gets the best of both worlds, while I just get the short end. Pfft. Life sucks.
---:Random:---
Okay, the chick is spazzing, but I can handle her. I don't think I'm going to be able to handle myself, though. Two words: Connecting Bathrooms. God must love me. What if she decides to lock all the doors? What if I have to go and she locks all the doors? I'M SCREWED. Wait. I know a spell to unlock doors. Good job, keep your cool. I walk into my room and am shocked. This is better than I was expecting. It's very masculine. With a big oak dresser, with all the pictures of my family and friends already set up. A large bed with red and gold bedding. Am not going to make any comments about use of beds... Two night tables with a clock and lights were either side of the bed. The walls are painted in red and gold. Oh, another desk. Go desks. That has pictures as well. A book shelf held all my favorite books. Yes, you idiot, I love to read. I bet you anything Lamm would be shocked to know I read at all, let alone that I read well known novels. The Great Gatsby, Beowulf, To Kill a Mockingbird, and the sort. I actually have an intellect. I'm not just a horny teen-aged idiot. I'm sure some people would call me that, but that's not ALL I am. I do surprisingly well in my studies.
I like to have a good time, that doesn't make a slacker. Thinking about I've never really had to work hard to well in school. I guess that's something else that makes me that much more perfect. I need stop thinking about that all the time... I walk back into the Common Room and the Prude Wench comes out of her room. Dumbledore is smiling at us. "Do the rooms suit you?" Both of us nod and thank him. "I'll leave you to get to know each other then." I smirk as Dumbledore's form leave's the room. I turn to Lamm.
"So? You want to get to know each other now, or do you want to wait?"
---:Jyllian:---
"I'll leave you to get to know each other then." You know, I used to like Professor Dumbledore. He had never done anything bad to me, he had actually been nice. But now I think he needs to die. I'm not particularly keen on getting to know Random Halid any better than I got to know him on the train.
Of course, after he asked that question, it does open up some opportunities to show him who I really am. Or at least who I can be. Who knows what's going on in his head right now. "Getting to know each other" could mean anything from talking about our childhood to… Ugh. Gross. But like I mentioned before, he's a boy, which means he's got overwhelming hormones. Perhaps I could play with them a bit. I smiled evilly. I don't think it actually appeared on my face though. So, I smiled evilly inwardly. I walked over to him, and for once, actually made HIM look uncomfortable.
I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. This ought to get him. "What exactly did you have in mind?" I asked. Rather seductively if I may say so myself. I was actually quite proud.
---:Random:---
Thank you, God. The chick was finally coming on to me. This is exactly what I wanted. What did I have in mind? Well I think we all know that...Don't we? It would involve my room...my bed to be more exact... I'll have to see how far she wants to go, or if she is just pulling my...leg...
I stepped closer so we were inches apart, I could tell her breathe had hitched in her chest. "I don't know. What are you ready for, Doll?"
---:Jyllian:---
Okay, so you know that whole "mess with his hormones" thing? Yeah, not such a good idea. What am I supposed to do? What do you say to something like that when you absolutely detest the person that is saying it to you? I could cause physical pain… I know of a spot where that is very easy to do. But, no. Violence is not the answer, Jyllian. How could you even think of something like that? Maybe because he's evil. But no. No pain for Random – today. I'll just have to think of something witty to say in response. Uh… totally drawing a blank here.
I smiled at him once more and said really quietly, "I'll be right back." I walked slowly up the two or three (I hadn't bothered to count) stairs to my room. I hoped the door and peered around at him. I raised my eyebrows once more closed the door behind me.
HOLY CRAP! What am I going to do now? That was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. What were you thinking! Gah!
---:Random:---
Well obviously, she was messing with my mind and she ran to her room realizing that I was going to do something if she stayed. Maybe I should follow her and do something anyways. She is the one that came onto me. No I'm not going to do that. I have more manners than that. I don't approve of raping. Although factoid time: When a woman is being raped her strength increases by four. Sadly for her though when a man rapes a woman his strength increases by FOURTY! I don't think that's very cool. Who would even want to have sex with someone who didn't want them back? That's madness. I'm pretty sure it would better if she wanted it too... But if you get off on the rush of know you have power. Oh, that's kinky...I will never rape anyone though. That's wrong. I can be perverted, but not that much
Anyways, I am just going to wander back into my room and read because I am obviously unwanted. Oh look, I'll read this: Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret. I wonder what it's about. I've never read it... My name isn't Margaret, but what the hell.
---:Jyllian:---
I sighed. It sounds like he left. I poked my head out the door to see if my prediction was correct. Yes. He's given up. Good. Because he needs to go away. Looks like I'm off the hook for tonight. Phew. I decided to go check out the bathroom since I had nothing better to do.
It was almost as beautiful as the bedroom. It had black marble counters and silvery tile floors. A little too Slytherinny for my taste, but it was breathtaking all the same. The shower was humongous! It had glass doors, but they were, like… tinted. I was also pleased to see that the toilet was not red and gold. There was, however, a sticker of the Gryffindor crest on the toilet paper. Now, exactly WHAT is the point of that? After fully inspecting the bathroom, just one wall away from my decided enemy, I thought I'd risk it and take a quick shower. The day had been pretty stressful, and there's nothing like a nice hot shower to relieve you of stress.
---:Random:---
Oh. God. Oh god. OH MY GOD! I SHOULD NEVER HAVE PICKED UP THIS BOOK! I will not be able to put it down until I finish now. I have to find out what happens to Margaret and her lack of period-getting. Her friends have it, but she doesn't. What is up with this? WHY DO I CARE? Maybe they put it in here to make me more sensitive to my female Head? I don't know, but I am seriously disturbed. I feel unclean. I'll take a shower. Yes, that's a perfect idea. Good one, Halid.
I open the bathroom door and am greeted by my co-Head, who is inspecting the bathroom, which is very nice by the way. Very large shower. Damn perverted thoughts. Anyways, she is just staring at me. I'm staring at her, but not for entirely the same reasons, I'm sure.
"I was gonna take a shower, were you?" I ask, politely. She just nods, and I nod in return. "I would suggest that we save water and go at the same time, but I'm sure that would not go over terribly well, so I'll just let you go first. I'll go read my...book. Could you tell me when you're done, so I can take a shower, too?" She nods again, so I smile and close the door. I lay back down on my bed and read my book, like I said I would. I'm going to think about what's going on inside that bathroom.
---:Jyllian:---
Well, that was awkward. I'm not so sure I want to take my clothes off anymore? Maybe a bathing suit would be suitable? Oh, ha ha – a bathing SUIT being SUITable. Who would've known I could make a joke in my time of freak out-age. But no, a bathing suit would take too long, and he would come barging in wondering what is taking so long JUST as I was taking my shirt off. He's a guy. He has that impeccable timing.
I got into the shower as quickly as I could. But as soon as the water hit my back, I realized that I had forgotten to lock the door between Random's room and the bathroom. How completely stupid of me. Sure, I remember to lock MY door, where nobody is, but I don't remember to lock Random's. Do I dare get out of the shower before I'm done? I stepped out really quickly and wrapped the big red towel around me. I ran over to Random's door and tried to look it. Damn you, lock! LOCK! Lock! The stupid lock was broken. No, you're going to be a good lock and do what you're supposed to do. LOCK. He must have heard me messing with the doorknob because it started to turn as I was trying to get the lock to obey me. I took three steps backward and realized that he was coming in. He was coming in. He opened the door completely and just stood there.
"Uh… uh… hi?" was all I could say.
---:Random:---
Come on, get the bloody period already. RATTLE RATTLE. That's interesting sound effect. What is that? RATTLE RATTLE. It's coming from the bathroom door. What is Prude Wench doing? RATTLE RATTLE. Great. She probably hurt herself. I walk over to the door and open it. OH. MY. GOD. She is in ONLY A TOWEL. What am I supposed to do now? Well I know what I want to do, but what should I REALLY do?
"Uh... uh... hi?" Is what she said to me. Uh... uh... hi? What kind of cover up is that? If she had wanted to come into my room all she had to do was ask. Like it's that hard. I would have gladly let her in, especially if she was only in a towel... Okay no. What do I do now? I ask questions!
"Is there something you needed?" She just stared at me and her face on fire. I think I may have embarrassed her. Oh well, not my problem. She is the one that was trying to come into my room. I stepped towards her and she steps back. I step forward again, and say, very huskily, "If you'd wanted to come into my room, all you had to do was ask. Sneaking in, dressed like that, was totally unnecessary."
I can see her gulp. I think I am making her uncomfortable, again. Good. Let's see what she does now that's she is under that pressure of my charm.
---:Jyllian:---
What? He thinks I was trying to sneak into his room? On purpose? Is he serious? Goodness gracious, this boy has an inflated head. It's like he's doing the tango, too. Taking a step forward, taking another step forward. Aren't there other steps involved in the tango? Maybe three or more back? I just know my face is more red than a tomato at this very moment. His voice is kind of sexy. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did I just say what I think I said? No… I couldn't have. If I just stand here, he's going to think something boy-ish. He's going to think that I'm actually considering the fact of going into his bedroom wearing only a towel. Which I'm not.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He got this really strange look on his face. He almost looked amused.
---:Random:---
What does she expect me to do now? That's the problem with girls, you never know what they want. This is still amusing. She is speechless. HA HA! I know she is interested in me now. I move my face closer to hers and breathe on her (my breath is fresh, fear not) and look at her lips, then directly into her eyes. I smirk and move even closer.
"Have fun in the shower, Lamm." I walk out of the bathroom and close the door behind me, knowing I've made her terribly uncomfortable. That's enough to tell her what she wants. Quite obviously that would be ME. I pick up my book again continue to read. Eventually, I hear a knock at my real door and I tell Jyllian to come in.
"Shower's free," was all she said before she closed the door again. She is so thinking about jumping me. I can't tell because she didn't even look at me when she opened the door. She just said that the shower was free. Well I guess if it is, I'll take one. A shower, that is. I go into the bathroom get into the shower. Awww...that's better. Now I feel clean. No longer dirty from the period book.
---:Jyllian:---
Damn him! My heart was beating faster in there than it ever has. I'm almost surprised he didn't hear it. He knows how to get to me, I'll give him that. After I left the bathroom, I leaned up against the door, trying to get my steady heartbeat back. I hurried to change into my pajamas (flannel pants and a tank top), and went to explore my room. I hadn't fully looked around it yet. I also had to set out my clothes and pictures. I had only started to unpack my school books when my door opened. I turned to see the one person I didn't want it to be. Who else would it have been? Sir Widdleworth III? I think not.
Random was standing there, with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet and falling in his eyes. "Mind if I borrow your shampoo?" he asked leaning against the doorframe.
I'm sure my face, which had dulled down to the shade of a Pink Pear eraser, was back to its shade of tomato-red. "No, go ahead."
He nodded and closed the door behind him.
---:Random:---
Okay, she's not completely shrewd. She let me borrow her shampoo. Which I am noticing is making my hair really soft. I know that's what conditioner is supposed to do, but I'm a guy, we don't use conditioner. I can't stop running my hairs through my hair. This shampoo smells good, too. Like freshly picked apples. I did notice in my earlier close proximity to her that she smelled good, and now I know what it is. Her SHAMPOO. I LOVE HER SHAMPOO! I could run my hands through all day. I mean, I already looked good, but now I must look even better. I just want to touch my hair all the time. I got dressed and knocked on her door. I opened it for a second time that day and saw her in those flannel pants, which looked smashing.
Anyways, her face which had obviously become less red, crimsoned right back up when she saw me. I am beginning to believe that me constantly coming into her room and bothering her is making her unhappy. She just looked at me questioningly, obviously wanting to know why I was back. I leaned against the door frame in a dashing way, I've done this before (not only a few minutes ago) and I happened to know I look really good when I do this. I smiled at her and opened my mouth, "I just wanted to thank you for letting me borrow your shampoo. It's very nice. My hair is very soft, would you like to feel?" When her face became even redder, I laughed. "I'm joking, Lamm. Anyways, thanks." I just stood in her door for a minute, to see if she'd say something.
---:Jyllian:---
He actually had the decency to thank me. That shows character. He's just waiting there now. Am I supposed to say something? Oh, yes, I suppose I should.
"Anytime," I said. Well, that was a lame reply, don't you agree? God, whenever he's around, I can't get in any of my witty comebacks or excuses. I just turn to mush. I swear, I have problems. He's inducing these problems, too. It's not very nice.
Alas, he seemed content with my answer – if you can even call it an answer. It's that bad. "See you around," he said before turning to leave once more. He does that a lot. He enters the room, acts all suave and debonair, and then just leaves… it's getting irritating. … Not that I'd want him to stay longer. I mean, if he wanted to stay longer, I guess he could. It might be nice to have a civil conversation with him. I haven't exactly put any effort into it, now have I?
"Hey! Halid…" I yelled after him, just before the door closed. Oh, great. Now that you've got his attention you actually have to say something, and no more of that 'Uh… uh… hi?' crap. What can you talk to a sex god about? Ahh… I know. "What makes you think you're all that?"
---:Random:---
What makes me think I'm all that? I look her straight in the eye and reply, "Because I am." I close the door, but not before seeing that she is totally shocked. I saunter to my own bedroom door when I her's open again. I glance behind me and I see Lamm looking relatively unhappy. Oh great, a confrontation. That's exactly what I want. She is going to yell at me. I hate being yelled at, it's just no fun. Unless of course it's THAT kind of yelling. NO, mind OUT of gutter Halid. Maybe if I make her uncomfortable she won't yell at me.
"What do you need, Lamm?" I smirk at her and turn around completely, so I am facing her.
---:Jyllian:---
The nerve of him! "UGH! You disgust me, Random Halid! I TRY to be nice and start a conversation, and you just walk away with some snide remark! What IS your problem!" I take a deep breath. "Just when I started to think you were bearable, charming even – heck, I even started to like you! Then you go off and –" I stopped. What did I say? TELL me I didn't say that. No, I didn't just say that. My eyes must have widened at least an inch before I slapped my hand to my mouth. My heart was beating again. I just wanted to jolt out of there, but he grabbed my arm.
---:Random:---
I love it when girls realize on their own their feelings about me. She just told me she likes me. I can't let that go. I have a chance, not that I was doubting that chance before... She is scared out of her wits right now. I have a hold on her arm. I could potentially do anything I wanted. The real kicker here is she would LET me do anything I wanted. I always have the power. Maybe I shouldn't be thinking like that. That's how rapists talk. I don't want to be a rapist. Her arm was tense in my grasp.
"Don't worry, Jylli, I won't rape you or anything." Not that it would be rape because she would totally submit. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned rape in that sentence she looks insanely uneasy. I smiled at her, "That wasn't a good choice of words, was it?" I grinned, then tucked some of her stray hair behind her. Her breath hitched and electricity was running up my arm. I pulled away and released her arm. I smiled at her again and turned to go back to my bedroom.
Authors' Notes: Yup, that's chapter two. (-coughREVIEWcough-)
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