Author's note: I posted an Interlude before this chapter! Read it before this, please!

October 30th, 1991.

Rose looked at the date written at the top of her assignment with conflicting feelings.

She had come to the library alone to finish an potions assignment she had left unfinished because of her Quidditch practice, but just writing the date was enough to remind her of what she had been trying to ignore.

Tomorrow was Halloween.

She had always enjoyed the holiday. Most times she just got to watch other people enjoy it, but she always had a lot of fun just watching the variety of costumes everyone else wore. And if Dudley was feeling nice, he liked to share his candy with her.

Mostly to get rid of what he didn't like, but still.

One of her favourite memories was of Halloween, in fact.

Just last year, Aunt Petunia was gifted an used Princess dress from a friend in her book club for Rose to use. Apparently the woman's daughter had outgrown the dress and she didn't want to throw it away.

Aunt Petunia had to accept it -it would be rude otherwise, she said- , and she even let her wear it the whole day!

Of course, she only let her do it because, if she didn't, she'd have to explain why to her friend, but Rose didn't care. The memory of her aunt helping her put on the pretty pink dress and doing her hair was one of her most treasured ones.

And now she found out that her parents had died on that same date.

How awful had she been? Her dad and mum had been killed on this day ten years ago, and the only thing on her mind every year had been silly costumes and sweets.

And now? She didn't know what to do. Everyone was in great spirits, excited for the Halloween Feast tomorrow. Even Hannah and Susan were looking forward to it!

Was she meant to be angry? Sad? Or was she supposed to celebrate with them?

But how could she? Celebrating on the day they were taken from her? That's… wrong.

Right?

She bit her lip, holding the parchment tightly between her fingers. Finishing the assignment was the last thing on her mind.

"That must be the hardest assignment in the world…" A voice said from her side. "A knut for your thoughts?"

A penny would be more fitting… She thought dimly.

Miss Penny was standing in front of her, her face halfway between amused and worried.

Was Miss Penny her personal angel or something?

Whenever Rose was struggling with something, the older girl was there to help her.

"...Rose? Are you okay?" She asked, now firmly worried.

Rose hesitated for a second more, but in the end decided to confide in Miss Penny. "...Is it okay for me to go to the Halloween Feast?" She blurted out finally.

"What? What do you mean?" Miss Penny looked flabbergasted for a second, but then she grew angry. "Who told you it wasn't? Of course you can go! Is there someone bothering you?"

In spite of the situation, Rose's chest grew warm at the worry that the older girl was showing for her.

"No, it's not like that." She clarified. "It's just…I mean, Is it okay for me to have fun on the day that my parents…"

Miss Penny's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth, her face suddenly pale. "Oh." She uttered. "Right, that's the date you…" Rose nodded, and Miss Penny grimaced. "I'm sorry, Rose. I…forgot about that."

"No! You don't need to apologise!" Rose exclaimed. "This is me just being silly… It's just that everyone is so excited about the feast… and I just don't know what to feel. This is the first year I know the date of their… deaths." The prefect's eyes softened in understanding.

Miss Penny took a seat in the chair next to her and hugged her by the side, holding her shoulder softly. Rose involuntarily closed her eyes when the older girl started to caress her hair.

She suddenly felt a tight lump forming in her throat

Why were her eyes swelling up with tears?

"...It's hard, isn't it?" Miss Penny asked softly. "To see the world moving on, like they don't care that they're gone…" Rose hid her face in the prefect's chest, not wanting for Miss Penny to see her expression right now

She wanted to agree with the words Miss Penny was saying, but somehow she knew that if she opened her mouth to speak, she would break down.

She didn't want to cry in front of her, she wasn't a little girl.

"I understand how you feel, you know?" Miss Penny admitted and Rose answered with a little questioning sound. "... I lost my dad when I was your age, and it felt exactly like that for me…No, I'm lying, I was worse." She snorted. "I was angry all the time, how dare they, I thought when my friends were happy, how can they smile when my daddy is gone."

Rose found it hard to believe. Miss Penny was always so cool and helpful. She couldn't imagine the girl as messed up as Rose felt.

"I was wrong to think like that, obviously. It wasn't their fault that he was gone, and I was just lashing out." Miss Penny felt silent for a moment, though her hand didn't stop her movements. "It's okay if you don't want to attend the feast, I can imagine the wound feels a little raw still."

"...Even though it happened years ago?" She croaked an answer, feeling silly for her thoughts.

"Didn't you just tell me that you found out recently about the day?" She asked, "Then it's okay to mourn for a while…"

Mourning.

She hadn't thought about it like that.

Mum and Dad had always been a distant idea. She had known that she had had them, obviously, but she never thought much about them.

Now? Surrounded by people who remembered them, loved them? In the place they spent their youth in?

Miss Penny was right, it felt new, raw.

"Like I said, it's okay to not attend, but do you know why Halloween is so important in our culture?" Miss Penny asked. "Do you know about Samhain?"

Rose shook her head, she had read the word somewhere but she couldn't remember where.

"Samhain is the original name of the day, and it's the name that the traditionals use for Halloween." Miss Penny began, "It is said that it's one of nights in which the… wall, if you could call it that, between this world and the other gets thinner."

"You mean… the afterlife?"

"Exactly, yes. It gets so thin that the spirits of those who have left us can come visit us. That's why it is such a big feast, we are welcoming them back home." Miss Penny said with a warm smile.

"They come back? Like ghosts?" Rose asked Will I get to see how my mum and dad looked like? She thought, excited

"No, not like that. You'll not be able to see them."

"Oh."

Miss Penny hugged her tighter. "But they'll be able to see you. Do you think that if your mum and dad came to visit, they'd want to see you sad and alone?"

Rose thought for a moment and shook her head in the older girl's chest.

"No, right? They'd want to see you have fun with your friends… and I think that's the best way to honour them. To let them see that you are living happily."

Wouldn't that be nice? It'd be like introducing Hannah and Susan to them, and then all five of them would have dinner and talk about their days…

A smile bloomed on her face.

"Mm, thanks, Miss Penny." Rose mumbled, glad that the girl had approached her.

"You don't need to thank me, I'm just glad I could be here for you… if you ever -ever- need someone to talk to, you know that I'm here, right?"

Rose nodded.

They sat like that for a minute, the hair caressing making Rose feel drowsier and drowsier.

"Great! Now, we should start on the actual reason we came here to the library: homework!" Miss Penny exclaimed suddenly and Rose grumbled under her breath. "Now, now, don't be like that. That's not the little nerd I like so much."

"Ugh, but it's potions!" She whined, finally coming out of the other girl's arms. "Professor Snape will just give me a T without looking at it."

She looked up and met Miss Penny's unimpressed stare.

"Uuh, okay, okay, I'll do it."

.

.

.

"...can you help me?"

She smiled a little guiltily at Miss Penny's exasperated sigh.

She wasn't used to being needy or childish, but she could excuse it this time, right?

October 31st, 1991.

When Rose entered her room after her morning shower, still drying her hair, she was welcomed by a bear hug from Hannah, who was still in her pyjamas.

She stiffened for a second, looking down at the unkempt blond head nestled on her chest.

"Hannah? What's wrong?" She said after a moment, hugging her friend back.

"Mm, I'm fine, but you've been looking down the last few days." Hannah answered, and looked up. "I thought for hours about how to cheer you up, but I could only come up with this.."

Rose's eyes widened behind her glasses, and felt the last bit of sadness still left over after Miss Penny's talk fade away.

So she hugged Hannah tighter.

"Is it working?" Hannah asked, voice muffled by Rose's shirt.

"Hmm, like a charm." She answered, a warm smile on her face.

"Great! I was worried I'd just make things worse…But just to make sure…Let's stay like this a bit more." So they stood still for a while, Rose basking in the warmth that her friend made her feel.

After Hannah deemed it okay, they separated, and she led Rose to her bed by the hand.

"Now, c'mere, my mum sent me a bottle of Sleekeazy after I told her of your hair. You're gonna look the prettiest after I'm done with you."

Rose didn't know what on earth Sleekeazy was, but if Hannah said it would work, she'd believe her.

It's the least she could do.

"N-Now, the s-spell w-w-works by knock-knocking the target b-backwards." Professor Quirrell tried to explain the effects of the knockback jinx, but as always, his stuttering made it really hard to follow his words.

Rose sighed and rubbed her forehead. This headache doesn't help either.

Still, this was the last class of the day, so she just had to hang on a little more and the day would be over.

"The i-incantation is Flipen-Flipendo and the w-wand motions a-are like thi-this."

In contrast to his horrendous explanations, professor Quirrell's proficiency with a wand was nothing but astounding.

His wand moved smoothly, following the diagram written in their books, pointing the tip to a desk he had placed on the front of the classroom.

"Flipendo!" He declared with none of the stutter he had shown before. The desk was thrown backwards and hit the wall with a resounding BANG!

At least he can do that properly. She thought, impressed in spite of herself.

Her classmates seemed to agree with her, if the awed whispers around her told her something.

"N-now, I want you-you to p-practise the wand m-motions and incan-incantation s-separately for a few minu-minutes. O-Once I've check-checked t-that you g-got them down, we'll con-continue."

After a few minutes of a cacophony of voices yelling Flipendo!, -in which Rose almost lost her eye from Ronald Weasley's almost stabbing wand-, Professor Quirrell started to check on their progress.

"Flipenido!" Yelled the would be stabber next to her, and Rose had to hide her grimace at the butchered incantation.

"Th-that's not q-quite right, Mr Weasley, r-read the incantation properly." Professor Quirrell corrected. "W-why don't y-you give i-it a go, Miss Potter?" He said, with a shaky, but kind, smile in her direction.

Rose felt a sudden spike of pain in her forehead, and hissed.

"Yes, sir." She said between gritted teeth.

Taking a deep breath, ignoring Hannah and Susan's worried expressions, Rose tried the movements.

"Um, a little sha-shaky, but a-acceptable. Practice a l-little more be-before actually c-casting, a-allright?" Rose nodded, a little frustrated at her attempt. "Now the i-incantation?"

"Flipendo!" She repeated, and the teacher nodded, before turning to Weasley.

"H-Heard th-that, Mr W-Weasley? T-That's how y-you pronounce t-the inca-incantation properly. M-make s-sure to f-follow her e-example, okay?" Weasley nodded mulishly, though he rolled his eyes and huffed when the teacher turned around.

"Whatever." She heard him mutter.

Rose shrugged and turned away from him, not wanting the angry boy to blame her for his own shortcomings. She had to worry about her own performance before trying to help others.

"Is your head hurting again, Rose?" Susan fretted from her seat, "Shouldn't you check with Madam Pomfrey already? It's been happening a lot lately."

"Mmhm, it's not a big deal. " She deflected, "It only happens here, it must be all the garlic. Maybe I'm a vampire?" She joked, and Hannah snorted from her seat.

"You'd have been long burned to ash, then. Vampires can't handle sunlight." She explained, unable to resist commenting on her favourite topic.

Then it would have been better for Professor Quirrell to teach his class on the grounds if he was so afraid of them. Even the cold was better than this stench.

The class continued after that, and Rose was unable to cast the spell properly until the very end. She sighed, she'd have to take some time to master it on her own later.

"It's okay, Rose, we'll help you later!" Hannah tried to console her after class, when they were walking to the Great Hall.

"Mm-hmm, you always help us in Transfiguration, so we don't mind returning the favour." Susan added, a worried smile still on her face. "We can even check the library for the books your prefect friend told you about!"

Rose nodded, finally relaxing after getting out of the classroom. It was like clockwork, once she was out of Professor Quirrell's presence, her headache abated.

"Thank you, girls. I… might need to really go to the infirmary if this keeps up, maybe I'm allergic or something." Hannah and Susan nodded back, and Rose sighed, trying to change gears in preparation for the feast. "Now! I'm hungry after dodging Weasley's wand all class, so let's hurry!"

Hannah snickered, "I saw that! Luckily you have your glasses! I think he actually hit you! Do you think that's a new duelling tactic?" She mock-whispered. "He had to be doing that on purpose."

"Hannah, don't be mean!" Susan admonished, "He may just need a little more practice."

Rose wasn't feeling too charitable, though. "Well, he doesn't seem to be trying too hard to get better. Maybe we should sit a little farther away next time, just in case." She snarked.

They were about to get to the stairway when a voice stopped them.

"M-Miss P-Potter, c-can you s-spare a m-minute?" Professor Quirrell stuttered. "I've b-been w-wanting to ha-have a c-conversation about you-your p-perfomance l-lately."

Rose had to hold back her groan, feeling her headache come back with a vengeance at the words.

She nodded, and followed the teacher back to his classroom. "Just go on without me, Hannah, Susan. I'll join you at the feast."

Hannah pouted but nodded and turned around. Susan for her pàrt looked at her with a concerned look, her eyes flitting between her and the teacher. She hesitated for a second, but then left with Hannah.

Rose entered the classroom after Quirrell and the door shut behind her.

Taking a seat in front of Quirrell's desk, she straightened her back and got ready for the reprimands the teacher was going to give her for her failures in class today.

Professor Quirrell instead stood with his back to her, seemingly inspecting what was written on the board.

"D-don't w-worry, M-miss Potter, t-this w-will not take long. Y-you'll join y-your f-friends for the H-halloween Feast in a m-minute." The teacher said, grabbing a piece of chalk and starting to write some words.

Rose nodded, not really wanting to spend more time than necessary here.

She didn't dislike Professor Quirrell, but she couldn't help associate his presence with pain.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry if I was distracted today, it's… kind of a bad day for me." She lied a little. It was a bad day, but that wasn't the reason for her awful performance today.

"Oh, believe me, I know." Professor Quirrell said. "Samhain also has some bad implications for me." He turned around, an understanding smile on his face.

Rose tilted her head, now being able to read the words on the black board.

October 31, 1981.

Lily Potter.

Killing Curse.

Albus Dumbledore.

Nicholas Flamel.

At first she thought that he had written the date of today, but after a second she realised that it wasn't so.

Then her eyes widened even more at the second line she read, then the third.

Her eyes snapped back to the teacher, who was watching her with the same placid smile on his face.

"Sir? What's going on?" She asked, suddenly fearful for some reason.

There was something different about Quirrell.

"Hm. I'm afraid I lied to you, Rose Potter." He said with a guilty smile. "While I was a little worried by your subpar performance today, that is not why I've called you."

Why was he not stuttering?

"I find myself… curious about you." He said, tilting his head. His movements were jittery, like he was an old puppet. "I would be a fool, as a defense teacher, to not ask about what happened ten years ago. Wouldn't you agree that yours is a special case? The only person known to have survived the Killing Curse."

"-ot Rose, ple-"

A green light illuminated the room.

Rose gripped the hem of her skirt tightly. What was that?

And why was he asking her about that? On the day her parents died, no less.

"Y-you think so?" She asked with a shaky smile, her voice now the one stuttering. "I don't remember anything about that night, though."

"Don't you?"

"-ercy, have m-"

"I don't, no." The pain in her head spiked for a second, then returned to a dull throb. She glanced at the words on the board. "I've been told that it wasn't me, though. That it was my parents that did something."

"Oh? Who told you that?" Professor Quirrel -was he even Quirrel?- asked looking at her eyes, the same creepy smile still on his face, unchanged. "What do you know of your mother's actions?"

"-Not Rose-"

Her mind went back to the talk she had with Mr Flitwick, the day he accompanied her to Diagon Alley.

The diminutive teacher, dressed in his adorable pinstripe suit, sitting on her aunt's favourite couch. What was what he said? Some people, himself included, thought that it was something her parents had done that resulted in the dark lord's death.

She felt another spike of pain, and she closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, the smile on Quirrel's face was gone.

"Was it Dumbledore? Did he say something about what happened that night?" Unwittingly, her eyes found Quirrell's again.

"It wasn't." She said, The only time she had interacted with Headmaster Dumbledore was when she met his eyes during the Welcoming Feast. "It was Mr Flitwick, but he didn't know for sure." Why was it hurting so much? "Can I leave? I want to see Madam Pomfrey."

Something was wrong. Quirrell was wrong. She had to run away, or something bad would happen to her, of that she was sure.

She stumbled out of her seat, breaking eye contact , almost falling to the floor when her head throbbed in pain again.

"Just a few more questions, and I'll let you go, Rose Potter." The man wearing Quirrell's face said, approaching her with unhurried steps. "Tell me, what do you know of Nicho-."

Quirrell's words were interrupted by the loud sound of someone knocking on the door of the classroom.

His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed, frustrated anger apparent in his expression. He pointed his wand at the words written on the board and they disappeared.

Then, like a switch had been pressed, the teacher curled in himself. The confidence the man had shown since they entered the classroom evaporated, like it was truly another man wearing his skin during that talk.

"Y-yes? E-enter, it's o-open." He said, his stuttering back in place. Rose took the chance to get away from the man, approaching the door quickly.

It didn't matter if the teacher was back to his usual disarming personality, she would not forget the fear she had felt just now.

She didn't know why, but she had the feeling that if no one had come to this classroom and interrupted Quirrel, she would not have left.

She was shocked, though, when the door opened and her saviour turned out to be Professor Snape.

"S-Severus? C-can I h-help you?"

"I don't know, Quirrell, can you?" Professor Snape's dark eyes looked around the room and narrowed dangerously when she saw her. "I got word from a concerned student about her friend, is there anything you have to say about that?" The potions master entered the classroom, his cloak billowing behind him as he walked until he stood between her and Professor Quirrell.

"O-oh? I do-don't know w-what you w-were told, S-severus." Quirrell began, his face pale. "B-but I was ju-just talking w-with M-miss Potter a-about her p-perfomance. N-nothing t-to w-worry about."

"So, you've decided to invite a student- a female student, no less- after class, alone, to talk about her…performance? On the night of the Halloween Feast, when everybody else is otherwise occupied?"

It might have been the sudden relief about being… saved? -Was she saved? Or was she overreacting before?-, but Professor Snape suddenly went up a few notches in her list of favourite teachers in this school.

Though she grimaced a little at what the teacher was suspecting Professor Quirrell of.

Ew.

"I-I don't li-like what you a-are imply-implying, S-Severus, but I j-just w-wanted to h-have a talk w-with her, n-nothing more." Was it the fact that she had just had a conversation with the man without him stuttering once that made her realise how fake he sounded now?

"You don't get to talk with students, not alone." Professor Snape's eyes narrowed. "Much less this one." He spat. "Talk with Pomona if you need a meeting. Potter!" Rose jumped in place, shocked at the sudden call.

"Yes, sir?" she squeaked out.

"What are you doing here, still?" The man asked, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "The feast is mandatory, and you are late. Do I need to start taking points from you? Get. Out."

Rose didn't need another excuse, she bolted out of the room, leaving the two teachers to their disagreement.

Reaching the stairwell, her heart still hammering inside her chest, she thought back to what just happened.

I have to warn Hannah and Susan to never be alone with him, that man is dangerous.

She wasn't sure how, but she just knew it.

By the time she reached the Great Hall entrance the Halloween Feast was in full swing. She walked to her table, her entry having attracted some attention from the other students.

She self-consciously tried to rearrange her hair into the beautiful half-updo that Hannah had put it in this morning, as it had come undone in her run.

The soft feeling of her normally messy hair served to distract her from the memories of Quirrell's smile.

That Sleekeazy sure worked wonders.

She finally relaxed when she caught sight of her friends, who were waving at her from their seats.

Sitting in the seat that Hannah and Susan had left open between them, Rose dropped her head and let out a sigh of relief at the cold feeling of her plate touching her forehead.

"Rose! You are here!"

"...Are you okay?" Asked Susan after a second when Rose didn't answer, placing a hand on her shoulder. Rose shrugged, the headache was fading now, and she felt safe again in the presence of her friends.

But…

-not Rose-

What was that?

"I'm fine now, things got weird for a second back there, but luckily someone got me out of that talk." She said, finally raising her head, and trying to smile at Susan. "I never thought I would be glad to see Professor Snape in my life."

"So he did go! I thought he would ignore Sue for sure!" Exclaimed Hannah and Rose's eyes widened.

"He went because you told him?" She asked Susan who was turning red at her scrutiny

Susan fidgeted a little with the sleeves of her robes, looking at anywhere but her.

"I- I'm sorry, but Auntie Amelia always tells me to not go anywhere with a strange man on my own." She explained, looking down guiltily. "And professor Quirrell is strange -although not in the way auntie meant it-, so I- I didn't want to seem like a worrywart, but I was worried so when we came across Mr Snape-"

Whatever other babbling explanation Susan was going to add got cut off when Rose threw her arms around her in the tightest hug she could give.

"Wha-what? Rose?" Susan tried to ask, but Rose just kept hugging her.

"Hey! I want a hug too! How come Susan gets one?" Whined Hannah.

"Did you get Snape to go to the defence classroom?

"Well, no, but-"

"Then Susan gets my hug now. I'll hug you later."

"You better." She was pouting, Rose could hear it in her words.

Their little byplay gave Susan enough time to reboot, and now she was looking at her with a serious expression.

"Did Professor Quirrell try to do something to you?" She asked, inspecting her with narrowed eyes.

Hannah gasped, "What?!"

Rose sighed, not knowing how to explain what she felt without sounding like she was overreacting. "He didn't do anything." She said, shuddering, "He was just acting… creepy. Like he was another person. He wasn't even stuttering!"

She told them of the questions he asked, and the crippling pain she felt the whole while. Of how he changed gears as soon as Professor Snape entered the classroom.

She downplayed a little the all-encompassing fear she felt at that moment, though. It felt silly but she didn't want to sound too childish.

She did try to make them understand that he was not safe to be around.

"Be careful of Quirrell." She warned after she finished her story. "There's something wrong with him."

"...Shouldn't you tell your auntie, Sue?" Asked Hannah.

"He's suspicious… but he hasn't done anything yet." Susan said, biting her lip. "But I'll write to her, she'd like to know. Let's just try to avoid him from now on."

Rose and Hannah nodded.

With the worrying talk over, her friends tried to get her to enjoy the feast and get her to forget about the strange event in the defence classroom

Rose snorted. She had been feeling conflicted about whether she should enjoy the feast or not, but now she was worried about an entire different thing.

She shook her head, remembering Miss Penny's words.

Today it was all about honouring her parents. What would they think if they saw her moping around about a scary teacher?

She'd have fun with her friends now, and enjoy delicious food.

Surely nothing else could ruin this day, right?

The doors of the Great Hall slammed open.

"TROOOLL! IN THE DUNGEONS! TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!"

Right?

"Thought you ought to know…"

Rose smiled warmly at the peacefully sleeping Hannah, snoring away on the couch in front of the fireplace of the common room.

She'd have to wake up in a minute, once curfew started, but for now she'd let her friend enjoy her rest.

After all that excitement during the feast, she felt that Hannah deserved it.

Luckily nothing had come of the troll incident, some of the teachers just took charge and made the prefects do a head count, while the rest went to face the intruding beast.

It turned out that no one was missing, and after a few minutes of worried waiting, the teachers came back and said that the troll had been dealt with.

Hannah had pouted for what was left of the Halloween Feast. The crazy girl had wanted to see the troll in person, and had even proposed sneaking away from the feast to go find it

Rose snorted, she loved that girl, but she had problems with her love of beasts.

She looked to the side when she felt someone sit right besides her.

"Why is she sleeping there? She knows the bed is ten times more comfortable." Susan said exasperated. "Well…because you let her fall asleep, now you are in charge of waking her up before curfew. "

Rose pouted, Hannah could sleep like the dead if she was tired enough.

"Can't we leave her here with her blanket?" She joked and Susan giggled behind her hand.

"Nope, we lost her in your watch, so you handle it " Susan stretched her arms over her head, letting out a tired groan. "Me for my part? I'm going to bed."

She stood up to leave, but before she could step away Rose grabbed her hand.

"Wait." She said, looking away from the curious expression on her friend's face. "I just… wanted to thank you again."

"It's okay, I didn't do much. I was just being paranoid, I'm just glad it ended up being okay." Susan tried to deflect, but Rose shook her head.

"No, you don't understand." She remembered the feeling of Quirrell's eyes on her, the pain and the fear she felt during those short minutes. "I didn't want to worry you two today, but I was really… scared. I really thought something bad was going to happen before Professor Snape appeared."

She looked up and met Susan's blue eyes. "So, thank you. I don't really know if I am overthinking it but I feel you saved me."

"Like I said, it's okay." Susan placed her other hand on top of her slightly shaking one, and smiled shyly. "We're friends, you don't need to thank me for helping you. That's what friends do."

Right, what friends do.

Rose grinned, feeling a little misty eyed at the words.

In spite of the pretty awful day, she felt that, in the end, she'd remember the good moments of this day over the bad.

She'd make sure of it.

Author's note: Hey there! Here you have chapter eight!

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