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SCORPIUS

Daisy lies on my bed, examining her engagement ring. All last night, and all morning, she's been irritating me an exceedingly unnecessary amount. I can't even tell whether or not she's doing it on purpose anymore.

"How many months until June?" She asks, sighing loudly. I haven't until now notices how absolutely whiny and nasal her voice is.

I glance up for a brief second, wondering if she seriously wants me to answer. "Around nine," I inform her.

"I'm not stupid. I can count," Daisy says coldly.

"Then why did you-"

"It was a metaphorical question," Daisy snaps, narrowing her eyes at me. "I didn't need an answer."

She is seriously stupid. I'm not sure how it happened, considering neither of Daisy's parents are idiots, especially her father. He's a lawyer. Daisy, on the other hand, is a creature of her own design. "You mean rhetorical?"

"What?" Daisy asks, frowning at me. She shakes her head, her dark curly hair flowing down her bare back. "I want another engagement ring. I'm bored of this one."

"You can't have two. Besides, you chose that one," I sigh.

"I don't think I like it anymore," Daisy tells me, pouting in the awfully annoying way of hers. She turns over, looking at me. "Who are you writing to?"

"My parents. And Isobelle." I plan to Floo Isobelle later. It's rather convenient, having a fireplace in my room. Only it can't be used for travel. It gives me peace of mind checking on her as well.

Daisy wrinkles her nose as if she can't think of any reason as to why I would ever do such a thing. "Ask your father when our wedding is." She sighs again, much more dramatically. "I'm getting bored of this already." As if Daisy's one to talk. If anything, my sanity's in question, the thought of having to deal with someone as stupid and flat as her the rest of my life.

"I'm sure he doesn't know yet." I'm not going to waste my time and ask. When our fathers want us to know, they'll say something. And besides, I'd rather not be bothered by the thought of it so early.

"Ask," Daisy says again, with an edge to her voice.

"I thought I was supposed to be the one in control and you didn't order me to do anything?" I remind her.

Crossing her arms, Daisy rolls her eyes up to the ceiling. "Fine then, whatever." She breathes in and out slowly, her chest rising and falling. "Do you think Al and that girl have done it, then?" She asks, changing the subject.

I prefer not to think of Liliana. She's annoying and irritatingly bossy. I would rather have been stuck with Rose the entire school year than her. I swear it, Liliana has the ability to work my nerves more than Daisy. I don't do well with being challenged, especially considering I'm always correct.

"Why do you care?" For the past couple years, Daisy has had an infatuation with Albus. I would be stupid to think she doesn't fancy him even a small amount, but I'm not worried about it. Al isn't interested in Daisy whatsoever. If it were for me to judge, I wouldn't even say he likes her as a human being. He's simply too kind to say so.

"Because I want the honor first," Daisy answers plainly, as if she isn't discussing sleeping with my best friend. She draws lazy patterns on my comforter. "I want to get him out of that shell of his. I've known him the longest, it's only fair."

I scoff. "Albus would never touch you."

Daisy frowns at me. "He's still more of a man than you. At least he's a gentleman," she counters.

"Because he's not stuck with someone as infuriating as you!" I snap.

Daisy rolls her eyes and twists her ring around her finger. "No need to get worked up," She drawls calmly. "If you want to have sex with Albus before me, then I'll let you, love. Don't be such a child about it."

I clench my fist and set down my quill. Daisy truly likes to test my patience. I'm sure she would like nothing more than for me to hit her, but I won't. "Get dressed, and get the hell out," I mutter dangerously.

Daisy smirks with satisfaction and slinks out of my bed, beginning to get dressed. Instead of leaving, she sits on the edge of my desk, moving my inkwell out of the way and preventing me from writing my letter.

"Move," I order.

Daisy ignores me. Instead, she takes my hand. "Don't you want to hear about my wedding robes?" she questions, raising her eyebrows as if she's for once got something interesting to say.

"Not particularly."

Daisy ignores my refusal. "They're going to be shiny and white," she informs me, a devilish look on her face. She moves her slender fingers in and out of mine, not breaking eye contact with me. It's much easier to remember how irritating and daft she is when I'm not looking at her.

"I'm not positive white is exactly your color," I reply. "It hasn't been for years."

"Four, exactly," Daisy informs me, surprising me with her accuracy in mathematics. "Do you remember?"

I nod my head, still not meeting her eyes. "I couldn't forget."

"I'm flattered," Daisy informs me sarcastically. Slowly, she drags my hand down her chest. "It's going to be cut down to here, and covered in beautiful diamonds and jewels." She stops my hand midway down her torso.

"That's a bit low, even for your tastes," I tell Daisy, raising an eyebrow.

She smirks at me and bats her long eyelashes. "I want you thinking of getting my robes off me all night," she continues, bringing my hand further down her body. "I want my new husband to give me fiery looks from across the room, only able to think about one thing…"

I wouldn't say Daisy is an eloquent speaker so much as she has an attractive voice. There isn't anything about her that disappoints me. Physically, that is.

"But the only problem I'm having, Scorpius," Daisy continues, pouting, "is having to decide what my robes will be made of. You see, I quite like silk, but it stains so easily. And I know your dirty little niece is going to have her hands all over me."

Daisy doesn't particularly like Delphine, nor do I think she enjoys the company of any small children. I'm sure the fact that she's Isobelle's child doesn't make things any better.

"Then what else were you thinking?" I question, slowly finding myself intrigued. Daisy has that power over me.

Daisy lifts her robes with one hand and guides my hand with the other, allowing me to feel her knickers. "It has a nice feel, doesn't it?" Daisy questions with a satisfied grin. She lets go of my hand. "But I don't exactly think my father will allow me to wear wedding robes made of lace, do you?"

I shake my head. "Most likely, no."

Daisy leans forward, her face close to mine. Her lips brush my ear. "Sad, isn't it? That's why I'm considering having something else made for after the wedding. Just for you."

"What is it?" I ask, despite myself.

Daisy bites her lip and looks down at me seductively. "Come to bed," she whispers. "And I'll tell you all about it…"

I frown at Daisy. Does she not understand I have more things to do than lie in bed with her all day?

I push her away. "I don't have time. I'm finishing writing to my father and mother, and then-"

"Your mother is dead!" Daisy says sharply, her body rigid from being denied. She gets off my desk, slipping on her housecoat and groaning loudly. "You waste all your time with your family, or whatever the hell they are! What about me?"

"What about you?" I question, seething. "Not everything revolves around you!"

"Then who else?" Daisy demands. "You care more about a bunch of half-bloods and your muggle of a step-mother than you do about me! I'm more important! I'm your future!"

Because of Daisy, I won't have a future. "Get out!"

Daisy's nostrils flare. "You coward!" She screams. "You'd rather kick me out than defend yourself!"

"I don't have to defend myself to you!" I shout back. "Leave!"

Daisy laughs mirthlessly, stomping around my bedroom and collecting her things. "You're a lucky bastard," she informs me coldly. "If your father didn't have such good connections, you'd probably be marrying one of your damned sisters. No other woman will have you but me, and that isn't even by choice! I'd make a better son than you!"

For second, I can understand why some men hit their wives, especially if they're anything like Daisy. I throw open my bedroom door. "Get the hell out!"

"Gladly," Daisy replies, storming out of my room. "I'll leave you some time to collect your manhood. You seem to be having some trouble."

With another icy look, Daisy stalks down the stairs and out of my sight. Good riddance. Before I can return to my room, the door across from mine opens.

Liliana steps out, already dressed. She sets me with a frown. "Could you keep it down?" She asks, crossing her arms. "I don't really care about your personal life."

"Then stay out of it," I reply harshly, not in the mood for her bullshit.

"I only hope you know that you're breaking a major rule, having her in your room," Liliana informs me. "You're not setting a very good example as Head Boy."

I don't need lessons on how to behave, especially from Liliana. "Then stay out of it. If I were you, I'd go find Albus. Daisy is probably on her way to corrupt him. "

Liliana shrugs and raises her chin in an annoying way. "That seems like it's more your problem than mine. Albus and I are just friends." How long is she going to hold on to that stupid lie?

"Oh, please. I've seen how you look at him. Lie to yourself if you want to."

Liliana raises an eyebrow. "Nice to know you're paying me so much attention."

I scoff. I wouldn't waste a second looking at Liliana any longer than I had to. She isn't ugly, but her appearance is horribly plain for my liking. Her dark, wavy hair goes just past her shoulders, and her eyes are set a bit far apart. She crosses her arms over her chest that she's obviously trying to cover up. Her slender nose slopes upward at the tip.

"Truly, I'm not paying you any attention," I assure Liliana.

"Wonderful," she says with a dry smile. "You might want to put on a shirt."

I glance at her suspiciously. "Why? Am I distracting you?"

"Depends on whether you mean in a positive or negative way," Liliana quips. "Don't make a mockery out of your job." She retreats back into her room and shuts the door. I honestly don't know how much more of women I can take.

"I'm never going to be good at Charms," Nina says halfheartedly, her head cast downward.

"You need practice," I inform her. "I haven't seen you practice once."

"That doesn't mean I'm not," Nina says defensively. She leafs through her textbook. "I'm just bad at it."

"I'll help you then," I offer, taking a break from doing my own Charms homework. If Nina doesn't think she's any good at Charms, then she can't be trying her hardest. I know how smart she is.

Nina casts me yet another furtive glance. She's been looking at me strangely since I sat down with her. "What?" I ask.

"Rose says you're up to something," Nina tells me with a small smirk. Typical Rose. She can't accept that I can help people out of the goodness of my heart.

"Up to what?"

Nina shrugs. "Something no good, whatever that is," she says nonchalantly. "She thinks you're no good."

"Well, she's no good," I inform Nina.

Nina purses her lips and rests her fist under her chin. She gives me a confused look. Although she's my sister, we don't resemble one another at all. Nina has brown, curly hair and wide blue eyes. Her round, childlike face is covered in freckles. The fact that we have the same father seems to not matter at all.

"Why do you and Rose hate each other?" Nina asks me.

I frown slightly. "I don't hate Rose."

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't. I don't hate her. I find her annoying."

Nina wrinkles her nose, an action that makes her look a lot like Hugo. "You say I'm annoying too," she points out.

"You're elven years old. You're supposed to be annoying," I tell Nina. "And studious. I'm sure Mum and Dad wouldn't like to know you aren't doing well in Charms."

A distasteful look crosses Nina's face, and she slams her textbook shut. Some other students look up at her. "I don't care what Mum and Dad think," she says. "I don't like Charms!"

"There's no need for you to get bent out of shape. It's fair Mum and Dad expect we make good marks," I reason.

Nina rolls her eyes and puts her textbook in her bag, rolling up her parchment. "I don't care about Charms, or what they expect. I want to eat! We're going to miss lunch."

"No we won't ," I promise her. "Look, you and I are the only Malfoys-"

"Isobelle," Nina says impatiently.

I shake my head. "She's not a Malfoy anymore. It's just you and I. We have to be the best. At everything. Especially you."

Nina narrows her eyes. "Why me?"

Isn't it obvious? "You're a girl, Nina. Do you want to end up like Isobelle, or Daisy? You're better than that, you don't need a husband if you don't want one. You're able to depend on yourself. I don't want to hear another complaint from you. Open your book and study."

"You're not Dad," Nina retorts, refusing to open her book.

I nod my head. "You're right, I'm not. But I'm your brother and I care about you."

Nina gives me a suspicious look and leans back in her chair, surveying the library as if it's a prison. "Then why are you letting me starve?" She questions. "I don't think you care about me that much."

"Don't say that. I care about you very much," I assure Nina.

She bites her lip. "You never acted like it."

She raises a fair point. I did for the longest only see Nina as another annoying sibling to have. But now that she's been sorted into my House, I feel the need to watch out for her. It isn't as if I have a successful relationship with anyone else.

"Open your Charms book, Nina. We're going to study."

I follow behind Albus, carrying my broom over my shoulder. "Rough practice," Al comments, rubbing his eyes. It's a wonder he can see anything without his glasses. "Never knew I could smell so bad."

"You worked the shit out of everyone." Of course, today had to be an uncharacteristically warm day in the middle of fall. Things always seem to happen that way.

"We have to win the Cup," Al says fiercely. "It's Seventh Year, and I'm not going to let damned Gryffindor have it."

I give my friend a sideways glance. It's always a rare occurrence to hear Albus get worked up. "I second that. But honestly, you saw us today. No one's better."

"True," Albus agrees. He frowns in disgust as the Ravenclaw players pass us, ready to take the pitch for their practice. "Especially not Ravenclaw."

"Especially not." I scan through the small crowd quickly, noticing Rose's female of a boyfriend is nowhere to be found. He probably figured as soon as he mounted his broom, I'd find a sure way to make sure he took a nasty fall.

"I desperately need a shower," Albus mutters. He can say that again. I follow Albus to the Slytherin locker room. It's all the way at the end of the field, the last of the four locker rooms.

"I smell like a hippogriff's ass," I mutter.

Albus stops walking, and I run into his back. "What the hell?"

Al turns to me, and I know immediately he's keeping something from me. His face gives him away. "We could shower in the dorms," Albus suggests quickly, his eyes widened. "Probably more comfortable."

That's definitely not an option. "I'm not walking all the way back to my room smelling like dragon shit."

"It's really not that far," Albus pleads. He turns around to face me, but he's still blocking my way. "I think we should just go back. Our robes are there, and then it'll be quicker to get back to class…"

"What's wrong with you?" I question, moving Albus out of the way with my arm. "You're acting awfully suspicious."

"Scorpius…" Al's voice trails off.

"Get out of my way."

I walk past the Hufflepuff locker room, and now I know why Albus was trying to keep me away Lorcan and Rose on the side of the Ravenclaw locker room, full-out snogging. Lorcan has Rose's back pressed against the wall, and his hands are all over her, under her shirt, touching her flat stomach. He kisses her everywhere. Rose isn't any better. I can't believe she's actually letting him touch her, as frigidly as she always behave.

"I love you, Lorcan," Rose says in a hushed voice. She has a genuine look in her eyes, as if she really does care for Lorcan. I want to vomit. My blood is boiling.

Lorcan grins against her lips. "You said it."

"I won't repeat it," Rose says playfully. She laughs and proceeds to let Lorcan shove his tongue down her throat.

"I'm putting an end to this," I say, stepping forward.

Al puts his arm out to stop me. "Don't," he says quietly. "They're not doing anything wrong." He must be an idiot to think I'm not going to do anything about it.

"Perhaps you need your glasses, Albus," I suggest, throwing my broom down. "That nobody's got his hands on my fucking sister!"

Hearing my shout, Rose and Lorcan look up in shock. "Scorpius," Rose says quickly, stepping in front of Lorcan. "Go away." Her demeanor is calm, but I can tell she's angry at me. I don't care.

I march forward until I'm right in front of Rose. Al sets down his broom to follow me. "I'm going to give you three seconds to get out of the way," I tell Rose, seething. "One…"

Rose shakes her head indignantly. "I'm not going anywhere. You go! You're making yourself look like an idiot!" She holds Lorcan's hand.

Lorcan prods Rose's back gently, moving her from in front of him. Perfect, it'll be easier for me to beat the shit out of him. He clears his throat and gives me an earnest look. "With all due respect, Scorpius, I do love your sister-"

"I didn't ask you to speak!" I shout.

"Scorpius! Go away!" Rose shouts. She looks to Al. "Take him!"

The Hufflepuff locker room opens. Hugo and Lily rush out. "Scorpius, why are you yelling?" Hugo questions quickly. He frowns, surveying the situation. "Rose? Lorcan?" Lily looks to her brother for an explanation.

"I swear, if you touch my sister again, it'll be the last time you touch anyone!" I threaten.

"You won't do anything!" Rose screams, ignoring Hugo and Lily. "I can love who I want!" Rose isn't in love. She doesn't love this idiot. No matter how much she wants to deny it, Rose is clean and innocent, and doesn't know anything about what she's getting herself into.

"You're not in love!" I shout. Rose clings to Lorcan. He's truly testing my self-control to not hit him. "You don't know what love is! You're not ready enough!"

"Stop yelling!" Hugo orders, rushing to hold me back. He's taller than me, but that won't prevent me from killing Lorcan.

"You don't know how I feel!" Rose says viciously, her face going red. "I probably know more about love than you!"

I scoff. "You know more about being a desperate whore than me!"

"Don't call her that," Lorcan says defensively.

"Scorpius!" Al says at the same time, raising his voice.

"Don't talk about my sister," Hugo says, his tone more dangerously low than I've ever heard it. He glares at me and gives my shoulder a rough shove.

"Hugo!" Lily shouts, rushing to grab him. Al puts his arm out to stop her.

"She's my sister too!" I remind Hugo, shoving him back. For a moment, Hugo looks like he's actually going to hit me. Perfect, I'm sure Mum and Dad would like nothing more than to hear I got in a fight with Hugo. "You don't know what happened!"

"Stop it!" Rose screams. Now almost all of the quidditch players are out of the locker rooms, watching everything play out. I'm sure we're causing a nice little spectacle.

Hugo shakes his head angrily. "No, she isn't! She's not your bloody sister, and I'm not your brother! You can't treat us like shit just because of your blood! You're not better than anyone, especially Rose!" Hugo shouts, ripping off his gloves and pushing up his sleeves. His face matches his flaming hair.

"Hugo!" Lily says again, side-stepping Al and pushing Hugo back by the chest. She turns him the other way. "Come on, let's just go. You're not making anything any better."

Hugo gives me a threatening look over his shoulder. "Don't speak to her," he warns me, allowing Lily to walk him away. He gives Rose and Lorcan apologetic looks.

Rose's lower lip trembles with embarrassment. She glares at me, her eyes rimmed with tears. "I hate you," she says quietly. Rose takes off running in the other direction.

"Rose!" Lorcan goes after her. "Rose!" I'm sure Hugo hates me now as well, all for trying to protect Rose. He didn't even know the full story, and he automatically assumed I was in the wrong. That's exactly how my family operates.

Albus gives me a disappointed look and shakes his head. "I hope you're happy. I'm going to go shower." He walks into the locker room, leaving me by myself.

I don't understand how it is that almost everyone I know finds fault with me. It's a frustrating situation, and it's yet another burden to cloud my mind. As if I need something else to think of.

I grab a handful of Floo powder and toss it into the fireplace. The flames turn green. "Montague Residence," I mutter. If anyone in my family knows how it feels to be hated, it's Isobelle. The flames flicker back and forth, and I hear loud screaming and wailing. I can't see anyone.

"Isobelle?" I question. There's still no answer, other than a mixture of scream and cries. It doesn't sound like Isobelle's struggling against anyone, but she still makes me nervous. Anything could be happening to her. "Isobelle!"

Isobelle looks up suddenly. Her eyes are rimmed with tears and the sleeves of her robes are stained from crying so much. "S-Scorpius…"

What's wrong?" I ask quickly, wishing I was able to physically help Isobelle. If anything's wrong, all I can do is watch.

Isobelle doesn't answer. She cries louder. A vase is knocked off the table. It shatters, leaing glass, water and flowers everywhere.

"Are you all right?" I ask, searching her face frantically for any hint of the conflict.

Isobelle paces the room back and forth, choking on her tears. She stumbles over her robes. The living room is dimly lit, and pillows are strewn everywhere. "No…. N-no!" She cries.

I cast a quick silencing charm on the door. I don't need Liliana hearing any of this.

"Isobelle, sit down!" I command. Isobelle stops mid-pace and collapses on the sofa, screaming and throwing a tantrum like she's Delphine's age. It's seriously scaring me. "Stop it!"

Isobelle lies there a while, staring at nothing. Her breathing is complicated. Slowly, she turns to look at me. "I can't…" she says in a quiet voice. "I can't."

"You can't what?" I questioned, dumfounded. "I don't understand anything. Isobelle, calm down, and talk to me."

Isobelle takes a deep breath, and there's a faraway look in her eyes. "I'm p-pregnant," she admits. As soon as the words come out of her mouth, she starts crying again. It's too much for me to handle. I cover my ears slightly.

"That's a good thing," I assure Isobelle, shushing her. "That's wonderful, isn't it?"

Isobelle shakes her head and screams into a pillow. "No, it's n-not!" She screams.

I'm confused. She's always wanted to give Simon his son. This very well may be her chance. "Why… why not?" I question, suddenly growing more and more concerned. Isobelle is visibly distraught. She's never been this upset before at being pregnant. I don't think she's ever been this upset in all her life.

I give her a cautious look. "Is Simon the father of this child?" I question slowly.

Isobelle doesn't answer for a moment, and that's all the answer I need. "Ch-Children," she corrects me, her voice muffled.

I sit in front of the fireplace for a long time, astonished. "There's more than one?" He questions. "Are you with twins, or-"

Isobelle nods her head. I don't know what to say. She always said how lucky Jane was to have twin sons, now she very well may have some of her own. "Are you positive?" I question. I would hate for Isobelle to be worked up for nothing.

She nods her head, wiping her nose with a handkerchief. "I h-had a Healer come yesterday," she explains. "I-I th-thought for a little while… but they're not! He was g-gone eight weeks ago on business! He w-was gone for two fucking weeks!" Isobelle, cries, putting her head down again. I want to say something to comfort her, but there may not be any comfort in this situation.

I purse my lips. "Have you thought about… ending the pregnancy?" I suggest. I'd rather see her happy and unscathed than saddled with two illegitimate children she didn't want to give up.

Isobelle shakes her head. "S-Simon heard m-me… in the bathroom this morning," she says quickly. "I think… he may-"

"Do you think he may know you're pregnant?" I ask.

Isobelle nods solemnly. She's really put herself in quite a predicament. I hate to hurt her feelings, but there really is only one way this could be better for her. "Maybe you'll miscarry," I say with a bit a hope. "If you there' ever a good time for it, it would be now."

Isobelle shakes her head. "Simon will k-kill me!" She wails. "I c-can't lose two!"

She covers her mouth with her hand and looks downward for a long while, as if she's going to be sick with worry. All of this stress is horrible for her. "He's going to kill me," she realizes in a small voice. "When he finds out, he's going to hurt me, or Delphine- He's g-going to kill me!"

"No one is going to hurt you," I assure her. "Because no one will know."

Isobelle shakes her head, her eyes suddenly wide with every imaginable fear. "They won't look like him," she realizes. "They could be girls, or not his sons. I d-don't know what's worse!" Isobelle begins to sob again, turning away from me.

I have no idea how to help Isobelle, and I don't know anyone who possibly could. If she doesn't get out of this marriage before she gives birth, Simon will hurt her. She and I both know that. "How much time do you think you have?" I question. With wizarding pregnancies, there's never really any clear answer. The more magical blood a child has, the shorter it takes to carry.

Counting on her fingers, Isobelle looks up at me. I hate to see my sister in pain, even if she's caused it herself. "Five or six months," she answers. "We have… I have to leave…" Isobelle looks as if she's going to be sick again. Her shoulders heave. "Oh, Merlin..."

I don't know how she's going to leave Simon. He won't let her go, nor will he hesitate to find her. "I won't let anything happen to you," is all I can think to say. "Or your children."

Isobelle gives me a grateful look, but I don't see any hope in her eyes. "W-will you tell Teddy?" she questions. "Will you t-tell him he'll be a father?" How can I tell him something like this? He's got a job to worry about. All that will be out of the window as soon as he knows Isobelle is pregnant with his children and fearing for her life. The last thing anyone needs is Teddy involving himself before it's a good time.

I nod my head. "I'll do anything you want." Even If I won't tell, I need to give Isobelle peace of mind.

"Thank you," she says quietly, beckoning for a house-elf to bring her a cup of tea.

"You need to rest," I tell Isobelle.

She nods. "I know," she says quietly. "Don't tell anyone more. Especially not Mum and Dad."

"I won't." Mum would be severely disappointed, and I think Dad would choke Isobelle for being so stupid. But, as Isobelle would claim, she can't help loving Teddy. I don't know what is at work here, or why everyone knows about love except me, but I hope Isobelle ends up all right. She certainly has a habit for getting herself into tough situations. Perhaps it's a Malfoy trait.

Drama drama! It was starting to get a little long before Isobelle was getting into trouble. And I know I ignored everyone who asked if she was pregnant on purpose. Also, I personally don't think Scorpius has any romantic feelings towards Rose. I think it would possibly ne lust, or confusion at how she's becoming more womanly or what not, but I don't feel that he thinks of her romantically at all. I also think he's jealous at the thought of her being loved by someone when he can't. Daisy sucks.

-Also, I think Scorpius really does think he's being caring toward his sisters, although he treats them differently. With Rose, he's a little harsh, he takes sort of a father role with Nina, and with Isobelle, her sort of has to play the older sibling, or the fixer I guess. I don't think he's outright trying to hurt anyone, he just doesn't have a filter.

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