A/N: Someone anonymously replied to an entry I made here called FAQ for Ginnuagagap and told me that it 'belonged in the forums' I wish that they would have told me who they were so that I could thank them. Silly me, I don't know much about so it was an honest mistake and I apologize. So, if you have any questions regarding my story you can locate my FAQ there. If anyone is familiar with the forums, I'd love some help:c(

Chapter 36

First love yourself, then you can love someone else
If you can change someone else, then you have saved someone else
But you must first love yourself, then you can love someone else
If you can change someone else, then you have saved someone else

Madonna- "Hey You"

He loves me…

"Ginny?" Her friend's voice echoed in her ears until it became unrecognizable.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion and as her vision became tunneled, she blearily reached out for something, anything to hold onto. Her body lurched forward as the world fell away, the universe fading to black as her eyes rolled to white, and she collapsed to the floor.

"GINNY!"

Draco stomped down the hallways, unsure of his direction when he was stopped by one of his superiors, Tonks. She beckoned him with an "Oi!" and the crook of a finger. With a silent curse he followed her into her office. He really didn't need this right now.

He sat down across from her, watching her quietly as she took a seat behind her desk. She was studying him, he noticed, and he put his famous smirk in place, returning her stare stonily.

Tonks sat back in her seat after a minute and began to play with her nails. "You're not as emotionless as you try to seem. You can't fool blood," she said, looking up at him and watching for a reaction.

"What are you talking about?" he asked lazily, settling deeper into his chair.

"You love her… Ginny." Draco didn't respond and she continued. "Everyone always thought that you looked like your father when you were growing up, but you are a Black, through and through. When someone catches me on something, my left eye twitches, as did my mother's… Yours just did."

She smiled at him as his left eye twitched once more. "You told her," she guessed, and Draco sneered at her, trying to control the tickle in his left eye as it twitched. Tonks laughed at him and he growled, giving in.

"She thinks that I don't care about her, that I only… desire her," he spat.

Tonks nodded, her head tilting slightly to the side in curiosity. "How does it feel to be at the other side of the fence? For once you're the one sitting in longing while she moves on to the next man." Draco scowled at her, and her expression became solemn as she said, "She's better off with Harry, you know. He'll treat her well and…"

"He doesn't love her half as much as I do, not HALF!"

"Maybe not, but he might love her better. You're selfish Draco, you know that. It doesn't matter how you feel or how Harry feels. What matters is how Ginny feels, and Ginny has always loved Harry…"

"This conversation is over," Draco said as he shoved his chair back and made his way over to the door.

She stopped him once more as his hand wrapped around the door handle. "Just try to think about her feelings. Think of what is best for her."

With those last words following him, he opened the door, slamming it behind him as he made his way down the hall. He had only made it a few steps when a house-elf appeared before him. "Head Auror Kingsley would like to be seeing you, sir," the elf said before disappearing with a pop. Draco growled as he turned on his heel and made his way to his boss' office.

Typical. Bloody brilliant. This day just keeps getting better. A bloke can't even get a moment to himself around here.

When he reached the door, he rapped on it loudly before cracking it open.

"Auror Malfoy," Kingsley greeted, "come in." He gestured to the seat in front of him.

He took his seat, trying to calm himself down before he said something inappropriate in front of the Head Auror.

Once Draco had been seated Kingsley sighed, folding his hands together on his desk. "Draco, it has come to my attention that I may be working you and your partner too hard." Draco's brows drew together in confusion. "I knew it was a tough case when I assigned it to the two of you. You were, and still are, one of my best teams; however, Weasley was still rather green around the edges…"

"What are you trying to say, sir?" he asked with minimal annoyance. If he could just go the rest of the day without hearing her name, that would be enough. As it was, the burning sensation that seemed to tingle in his chest when she was mentioned was becoming a nuisance.

"Ginny collapsed about an hour ago. Luckily, one of our secretaries, Clara found her and rushed her to our medi-wizards."

Something constricted painfully just under his left lung, and Draco's mouth suddenly became dry. Collapsed? "What happened? Is she alright?" he asked, his blood running cold.

"She will be. The healers believe that she is suffering from exhaustion."

Draco nodded, remembering the dark circles he had noticed under her eyes. It was a strange feeling that filled him then. It felt like…Culpability. "Is she awake?" he asked woodenly.

"She awoke for a few minutes, but the doctors decided that it would be best to keep her sedated. She's now resting with the assistance of a dreamless sleep potion. She should be fine," he reiterated, watching Draco's expression as the younger man tried to hide his worry. "I was told that people heard yelling coming from your office before she collapsed. Is there anything you need to tell me?" he directed at the younger man. It always set him on edge when one of his Aurors was hospitalized, no matter the reason.

"We argued. It was just stress," Draco explained dully, as if in shock.

"Hm. Yes, which brings me back to the reason I summoned you. Draco, I want you to answer me honestly. Is this case becoming too rough for you? Will you be able to conduct yourselves in the proper manner in order to solve this case?"

"Yes, sir," he answered decidedly, meeting the darker man's eyes.

"One more question. Should I remove Weasley from the case?"

"What?"

"Do you think that she can handle the pressure?"

"Ye—"

"If not, we can have you a new partner by the end of the week. As I said, she was still a little green at the edges when she was placed on this case, and if you think--"

"No, sir. I don't think that you should remove Weasley from the case."

"Good."

The idea was absurd. This case meant more than anything to Ginny. She saw it as her stepping stone to higher ground. She loved her job.

Still… would they be able to work together now? Now that he had foolishly revealed his feelings?

Emotions are a weakness, son.

Draco turned his head to the side, exhaling raggedly. It was ruined now. He couldn't look at her the same way. Images of sweat slicked and freckled skin, whispered words, bodies melting together. With those five words he had ruined any chance that he may have still had.

'I'm in love with you'

He clenched his jaw, a muscle ticking in his cheek.

She doesn't love me.

Think of what is best for her. Tonks' words floated back to him and he sighed, turning to face his superior once more.

Ginny needed her space, it was partially his fault that she was so stressed, so tired. It would be good for her if they were apart for a while. It would be easier for both of them.

"I think you should remove me," he said, his words carrying a note of finality that he was loath to feel. At Kingsley's confused look, Draco jutted his jaw out confidently, "Remove me from the case."

"Auror Malfoy, I would hate to separate one of my best teams on a lark," the older man emphasized carefully.

"I think that it would be in the best interest of the case, and our further work for the Ministry, if Auror Weasley and I were separated," Draco responded slowly, pausing before adding the punctuating, "sir."

The darker skinned man nodded morosely, pulling some papers out of the topmost drawer of his desk. "Your request will go under review."

"Thank you, sir," Draco said stiffly, wishing that he felt more certain of the rightness of his decision.

Ginny's eyes fluttered open, bright white light filling her vision. She blinked, ginger colored eye lashes dancing over her eyes, sending her mind back and forth between dark and light.

She opened her eyes wide, letting them focus on her surroundings, the white light fading to reveal a paneled ceiling and a grey curtain forming three walls around her. She wiggled her fingers and toes, curling them in the rough material of the blankets that encased her body and she shifted her back, trying to become more comfortable on the hard mattress.

She bit her upper lip, her brows furrowing in confusion. Why am I in the medi-unit?

The curtain beside her shifted, the rungs clattering against each other as someone entered her enclosure. She peered up into the deep chocolate gaze of her superior. "So you're awake again," the man said with a small smile, his gold earring glinting in the light.

Ginny nodded, trying to sit up, but Kingsley held her down with a strong hand on her shoulder. "There's no need to get up. I just wanted to see how you were fairing."

"What happened?" she asked as she settled herself back under the covers.

"You fainted."

Flashes of memory zinged through her mind. She had been in her office with Draco. There was an argument. Heated kisses and intoxicating touch. 'I care because I'm in love with you!' Words spoken in anger, and then she was falling. Reaching out with heavy arms, someone calling her name as the world descended into all encompassing night.

She shuddered, gripping the cup of water that was offered to her and sipping it slowly, as if she couldn't expel any more energy. "I feel like crap," she mumbled, and Kingsley laughed lightly, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "You're not here for a nice visit and a chat, are you?" she asked bluntly, noticing his expression.

"No."

"Well, don't drag it out, I'm a big girl. I can take it," she offered light heartedly, disconcerted by obvious aversion to the topic.

"Alright. The Medi-Wizards seem to think that you are suffering from exhaustion. They believe that you haven't been sleeping and that the stress of the case has taken its toll on you."

Ginny looked at him fearfully. "Please don't take me off of the case…"

"You've been sleeping for the majority of the day, and while you were resting, the Board was forced to come to some very important decisions."

"I admit that I haven't been sleeping well, but that will change. I've just had a lot on my mind the last few weeks. Kingsley, this is my case, you can't take me off of it. You put Draco and me on it because you knew that we could handle it--" she rambled.

"Ginny," Kingsley stopped her, "Auror Malfoy has asked to be removed from the case. He's asked to be assigned to a new partner."

Ginny felt her heart clench at the words. "Oh," she replied hollowly, wringing the hemline of her blanket in her hands.

"The Board has agreed with his decision. He will be reassigned, and you will both have a new partner by the end of the week."

"But…"

"You will remain on the case, but the Board has decided to grant you a week of vacation that, it seems, is long over due."

"I'm fine. I don't need to take a week off."

He ignored her, waving a hand dismissively at her words. "You will take a week off, after which our Medi-Wizards will examine you to be sure that you are ready to return."

"Kingsley..."

"Ginevra, you don't have a choice. In your absence, Aurors Tonks, Ferguson, and I will take over your duties. The new recruits won't come in for another month, so Auror Ferguson will be able to step away from training to assist us." He paused, taking a deep breath. "They will fill you in on any developments upon your return."

"And my new partner?" Ginny asked, defeated.

"You should receive an Owl in the next few days to announce Auror Malfoy's replacement."

"Alright."

"This isn't a punishment, Auror Weasley," he rumbled, patting her knee gently.

"I know. Thank you, sir." If it wasn't a punishment then why did she feel so empty?

He smiled and took a step back as one of the nurses came in to check the redhead's blood pressure. "Don't take it too hard, Ginny. You're as tough as they come, but working with Draco Malfoy is not an easy feat for anyone."

"At least I lasted the longest out of all of his partners, eh?" she whispered, forcing her lips to stretch into a smile and hoping that it didn't look as false as it felt.

Of course, it just had to be Mum that came to pick me up and escort me home, she thought, making a mental note to change the name of the first person to be notified in case of injury or illness to Luna on her personnel records when she returned.

"Would you like some soup, darling? I'll make you some soup." Molly Weasley smiled, rubbing her hands together as she walked into the kitchen.

"No, Mum. That isn't necessary."

"Of course it is! Now you sit there and rest with your book, and I'll take care of everything else," she affirmed.

The sounds of pots and pans knocking against one another was breaking her concentration, and Ginny found herself re-reading the same paragraph over and over in the novel her mother had brought her.

This is going to be a long week.

As Ginny lamented her bad luck, Molly Weasley skittered around the kitchen, making her famous 'cures-what-ails-you' chicken noodle soup. She carefully measured each ingredient and added them with care. When the soup was almost finished, she peered over her shoulder, making sure that Ginny was busy reading as she pulled two small vials from her front apron pocket. She shook them one at a time, admiring their color, before quietly pulling the cork off of the first vial.

"Just a few drops of Draught of Peace," she muttered under her breath as she liberally added the potion to her soup. "And a dribble…" she said, pocketing the vial and uncorking the other, "of Sleeping Draught."

"There," she said cheerfully as she stirred her soup. "A few bowls of this and my baby will be better in no time."

Auror Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin focused on her appearance, staring at herself in the ladies' room mirror as she concentrated on making her face appear more rounded, and her eyes larger. Under her command, her nose shortened, springing upward at the tip and her hair grew longer, darkening to a rich brown. She smiled at her reflection, pleased with the outcome. She wanted to appear innocent looking and empathetic. She had found during her many years as an Auror, that is was always best to look easy to talk to when she was going to interrogate a suspect.

Considering Auror Adrian Ferguson's intimidating look, she had over done the look a bit this day to counteract the affect of the other Auror's piercing gaze, square jaw line, and wide shouldered, burly build. She walked out of the bathroom, stumbling over her feet as she walked over to the awaiting Auror. "Wotcher, Adrian. What d'ya think?" she asked, spinning on her heel.

"It'll do. You ready for this, champ?"

"Always." She punched the air as if she were a boxer, bobbing and weaving.

"Let's get him," he said, nodding to a door down the hall.

They entered the interrogation room calmly, taking their seats across from the two men already seated at the large, granite topped table. Tonks nodded to the Attorney sitting in front of Adrian before turning her attention to the long face and child-like eyes of the man sitting in front of her.

"Antonin Dolohov," she greeted, flipping through a short stack of papers that Adrian pushed towards her. "You are under suspicion for crimes against the ministry, including but not limited to being an unregistered Animagus."

Dolohov smiled at her, his face wrinkling at the sides of his lips and eyes, making him appear frightening. His teeth were sharp and vicious looking and his eyes were glassy, as if his mind were occupied with thoughts that did not include his present situation.

"With your permission, this session will be recorded. Do you agree?"

Dolohov nodded, even as he attorney frantically urged his client to say no. Tonks waved her wand subtly, starting the recording device that was camouflaged in the corner.

She chose her first question carefully. She had to focus on the things that they knew. the things that were backed up by cold hard facts, like his being and Animagus. Hopefully the line of questioning would eventually lead to the information they really needed. "How long have you been an Animagus, Mr. Dolohov?"

He shifted in his seat at her question, squirming as if he were a child. His attorney was whispering in his ear, but Dolohov refused to heed his advice as he leaned against the table, getting closer to the woman seated in front of him. "You smell delicious. Like a Half-blood mixed with wet dog," he said maliciously.

Tonks sat back, feeling unsettled. 'Sick bastard' she thought to herself

"Will you answer the question?" Auror Ferguson asked.

"No, I'm tired of that game already," Dolohov whined, resting his chin on folded hands.

"I assure you, Mr. Dolohov, this is no game," Tonks stressed.

The suspect ticked his finger at her. "Ah ah, I said that I wouldn't play any more games."

"Mr. Dolohov—"

"Call me Mr. X!" he shouted, attempting to jump out of his chair, the magical bindings of his chair holding him in place.

"Why should I call you that?" Tonks queried cautiously.

Dolohov just snickered at her, shoving his attorney away from him, ignoring the other man's warnings. "It is my title, the alias given to me by my Master."

"Left one master for another, have you? Found yourself another Voldemort?"

"Oh no, much better than that half-breed," he responded with a grin. "Lord Voldemort was only a pawn for our cause, to rid the world of those who threatened to taint our lines, our God given magical power. Muggles and Mudbloods. My new master promises me power. Lord Voldemort never shared the power that he had, but my new master will!

"He'll make me richer than a sultan for my services to the new cause, and he'll bless me with divine power," the crazed man continued.

"What kind of services?"

"It was a trade," he explained, his eyes lighting up maniacally. "I would bring them to him, and he would handle the rest, calling me to his side when he was done breaking them in."

"Who?"

"Tsk tsk, I told you no more games!" he said, leaning in conspiratorially. "The Muggles," he said, his voice no more than a whisper.

"Muggles?" she asked dumbly. They had to have his confession on tape.

"The slaves!" he yelled, his eyes flashing with anger. Tonks could have squealed in triumph, this was going to be easier than she had originally thought; if she could only push him a little more.

"Oh! Those Muggles. But you couldn't possibly be involved in that, not when you were locked away in St. Mungo's," she taunted, hoping to get him to talk more by playing with his ego. 'It works in the movies,' she thought, sending a silent prayer up above. "You couldn't be that Mr. X," she added for good measure, holding back a smile as she saw that the attorney was now holding his head in his hands, officially giving up and trying to think of a way to get his client out of this mess, unscathed.

"That's not a part of the game," Dolohov admonished.

"I thought that you were tired of games," Tonks shot back, through clenched teeth.

"I never tire of games when I'm the one winning."

"What's the point of winning when there's no prize?" Adrian asked, and Dolohov turned his strange eyes to him.

"I will win the greatest prize of all, and you will bow at my feet."

"From your master?"

"Yes, I've worked hard for his favor."

Tonks groaned inwardly; she really did not want to bargain with this man. "What if the prize we offered you was better?" she questioned.

"Anything that you could offer would be useless to me. Do you know how powerful I am? How much more worthy?"

"I don't see a powerful wizard. I see a sad, crazy old man," Adrian said, squaring his shoulders.

Dolohov laughed, it was a haunting sound that sent chills down the Aurors' backs. "Everything that I have done, I have done in the name of my master and his servants like me!"

"If you are so worthy, then why hasn't he given you his power yet? Maybe he doesn't think that you're good enough."

Dolohov snapped his eyes back onto Tonks, hatred shining in his light blue orbs, before he could smother it down.

Oops, found a weak spot.

"I am the MOST worthy. I am his most LOYAL servant. I am! I turn those houses inside out! I destroy it all. I bring him those disgusting Muggles."

"What spell do you use?"

"It's my own invention. An incantation that combines Waddiwasi and the Reductor Curse," he spat, pride lacing his words even as he signed his own fate

"What happens to the Muggles after you bring them to your master?"

His eyes flashed again. "He tests them. The strong ones, the ones that don't lose their minds, get to stay. The others are sold into slavery. More money to fund our cause."

"When the slaves are ready, you inform Charles Avery, correct?"

Seemingly pleased with her knowledge, Dolohov nodded. "I send him a letter and then he contacts those peons Nott and Crabbe."

"What about the children?" she inquired, her throat becoming dry. "And the ones that don't become slaves."

Dolohov laughed at her expression of worry. "You can't save them," he intoned succinctly.

"What happens to them?'

"You don't want those children back, not now that he's had his way with them."

"What do you mean?" Adrian ventured.

"They're beasts now. Like him. Very loyal beasts."

"What kind of beasts?" she asked, leaning in.

He smiled a strangely curved smile and turned his gaze to Tonks. "Like him. He likes them young; he can control them better -manipulate them. He enjoys it."

"Enjoys what?"

"Turning them into werewolves," he whispered, and Tonks gasped as the man spoke his next words.

"Your dog should have never turned tail," he sang, cocking his head to the side. "My master doesn't forgive easily."

"Fenrir," she breathed, "He's alive?"

Dolohov's head lolled to the side, his eyes rolling up to look at her, "You're going to die." He lunged forward, pulling hard upon the magical restraints that kept his legs stuck to the chair. "He'll kill you. They'll all kill you! My lord!" He screamed, the muscles on his neck drawing taut as he strained in his seat. "Our Army!"

With a nod to Dolohov's dejected lawyer, the two Aurors exited the room, slamming the door behind them quickly so that their prisoner's screams wouldn't disrupt the work of the other Aurors on the floor.

"Did that really just happen?" Tonks entreated with a sigh as they hurried down the hall in the direction of Kingsley's office.

"I know how you feel. My mind is still reeling."

"Fenrir is starting a werewolf army."

"It seems that way."

"How many other wizards do you think are on his side? Oh, this is bad."

"Followers always need someone to follow," Adrian said cryptically.

"Yes, but a werewolf?"

"He's powerful, and people like Dolohov want power…"

"Dolohov is crazy," Tonks blurted.

"Power made him that way."

"No. Fear made him want power. Fear made him crazy."

Adrian studied her in silence for a moment before nodding. "Yes."

Meanwhile…

Being known as a cold, unfeeling, prick had its disadvantages. For instance, when Draco was in a bind, who could he talk to? Well, there was his butler, and he could always convince some slag to listen to his woes at one of the local pubs. No, what he really wanted was Ginny, which didn't seem very likely, seeing as he had made a royal arse of himself, proclaimed his unrequited love, and made a conscious decision to stay away from her. That left only one choice. It would be only the third time in many years that Draco would travel to see him. It wasn't safe to visit him at his home, to risk giving away his friend's position, but he needed advice, and that narcissistic fool was his only option.

With a grin at his own thoughts, Draco focused on his destination and Disapparated with a pop. He landed in a large field that was covered in crisp, thick stalks of grass. He loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves, staring up at the sweltering Florida sun, sweat already accumulating on his brow. He oriented himself, glancing at the grouping of trees to his right and trying to remember if the tall, leaning palm tree in the middle pointed in the direction he was meant to travel in or away from it.

Choosing to go in the direction it leaned in, Draco soon found himself jogging down a steep hill, careful to keep his balance. He was panting in the heat and he waved his wand, casting a cooling charm over his clothing. He looked up, traveling down a familiar looking dirt road. In the distance, he could see a nice sized farm house and squinting, he could make out the forest green shutters. He grinned, speeding up.

For the life of him, Draco still couldn't understand why Blaise had decided to live in 'horse country' as it was called. His hazel-eyed friend had done well for himself, a nice house sitting on thirteen acres, a family, and plenty of privacy.

As he stepped foot onto the winding driveway, he mused that his friend could have easily afforded a mansion and four times the amount of land with what was most likely still sitting in the Zabini family vault, but accessing the money was too dangerous. The Aurors would be on him in a minute if he tried, and he seemed to be doing well enough for himself living as a Muggle and working in computer technology and programming. He knew that his friend had to travel to bigger cities to work, but he imagined that Blaise preferred the simple life he had here on his farm. It was safer.

Blaise was brushing his favorite mare when he saw a man walking down his drive way. The man's gait was sure and confident; it was a swagger that he would recognize anywhere. With a shocked chuckle, he fed a carrot to his horse, patting her lightly on the nose and stepping around her to meet his friend.

"At least you're not covered in boils," Draco said when they finally reached each other, remembering the hex that Ginny had placed on his unsuspecting friend.

"What?" Blaise asked curiously, slapping his friend's back in a show of both affection and one-up-man-ship.

"It's nothing," Draco said with a grin.

"Why have you come to visit? Is everything alright?" Blaise questioned, knowing that his friend would not have risked both of their necks by traveling here if it wasn't something the man considered important.

Draco pursed his lips, staring out among the fields, the grass blowing gently in the humid mid-day breeze.

"What is it?" Blaise prodded, uncomfortable with the blond's silence.

"I've said something that I shouldn't have," he began, leaning his chest against the fence as he explained what had happened with Ginny only a day ago.

"Draco Malfoy in love. Never thought that I would see the day."

"Yeah well, I wish this day had never come. I'm not accustomed to not getting what I want, Zabini. And she has made it very clear that she does not want me."

"Did you ever think that maybe she is just as scared and conflicted as you are?" Blaise asked when his friend had finished speaking. He rested his elbows on the fence board, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. It was habit, he figured. He had held a wand for so long that he had become used to the feeling, holding the little nicotine stick between his fingers was comforting. It was almost poetic, trading one sin for another. Magic had been his sin, and now his cigarette addiction had taken its place. At least with the cigarettes, he was only hurting himself.

Draco licked his dry lips in thought. "No, she's a Gryffindor. She's never afraid of anything; she's courageous. The bravest woman I've ever met."

"Funny, when I last saw her, I thought that she looked to be injured. It was almost as if she was haunted by the past. She's reckless and hardheaded, that is for sure, but I wouldn't say that she was the bravest witch," he opined, eyeing his friend. "But…that's the thing about love. When you're in it, you only see the best in your inamorata."

Draco snorted inelegantly at his friend's words, staring up at the clouds overhead as they floated by, their shape so different from the clouds in England. It seemed to be a completely different sky, as if it wasn't connected to the same planet. He thought about his friends words, thinking that their may be some truth behind them, or at east a half-truth. Draco knew that Ginny was brave; he had seen her fight for what she believed was right stronger and more passionately than anyone he had ever known. She would protect those that she cared about to her last breath, but when it came to facing her own feelings… that same courage wasn't always present.

His mind drifted and he remembered a much younger Ginevra Weasley, following Harry Potter around like a love-sick puppy. Standing beside the 'boy wonder' with hope shining in her eyes, but never opening her mouth to announce her feelings. With a start, Draco realized that he had been watching her longer than he had ever admitted to himself. Somehow, the thought only managed to darken his mood further.

"Your mother would be proud. She always wanted you to fall in love and settle down," Blaise drawled after a moment, smoke seeping past his lips.

"Not with a Weasley," Draco argued.

"No, but I'm sure that she would have come to terms with it eventually," he demurred, pleased when he saw his friend smile.

"So, what's the plan?" Blaise asked, smirking at his friend's wistful expression.

"The plan?"

"The scheme to win her back."

"There is no plan," he admitted quietly.

"Ah, that's the other thing about love. It helps you to change."

A/N: My take on Antonin Dolohov was inspired by the famous character Renfield from Bram Stoker's Dracula. :c)

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No DG action in this chappie :c( But we had to get back to the case and I wanted to see Blaise again! haha

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