A/N: I have been editing this chapter for 2 weeks and decided to no longer hold it hostage. Volume 1 spoilers ahead! Enter at your own risk.
Some content is borrowed directly from the Hogwarts Mystery App, which I do not own. Enjoy!
Arah studied the corkboard blearily, a chaotic tangle of red yarn pinned to a variety of different photos, maps, and other evidence. Ruby and Arah were assigned their first "big" case involving some ruddy fellow forging autographs on various Quidditch memorabilia to make an extra sickle or two. As dull of a case as it was, the two of them were committed to solving it if it meant impressing their un-impressable boss.
"I don't get it," Arah wondered aloud, "The signatures are a perfect match. How are they doing it?"
Ruby pondered this a moment, rubbing her freckled chin. "Could the ink be cursed?"
Arah tilted her head, scrutinizing their messy web of evidence as if it would unveil some secret she had overlooked. "Could be..." she puzzled. "or perhaps the quill?"
"Hmmm." They both sighed in unison, slouching in their chairs, deep in thought when Callum came storming into the office mumbling angrily under his breath.
"What's got you in a tizzy?" Ruby prodded, her southern accent sweet as honey. "You look madder than a Manticore with its tail chopped off."
"Aye, because of this." Callum tossed a copy of the Daily Prophet on the desk in a heap. The headline read: "Farmer Reports Strange Sighting in the Sky" followed by a grainy photo of some flying object below a blanket of clouds. Arah squinted her eyes, trying to make out the image.
"They put me on another damned "Unidentified Flying Object" case. Such a waste of my time and talent. Flump should be assigning these to you lot, not me."
Ruby rolled her eyes. "Jeez Callum, thanks. We'll try and take that as a compliment."
Arah's eyes went wide as she recognized the strange entity in the photograph. It couldn't be- but sure enough, it was - it had to be. It was them. They had been spotted.
Callum fumed, "Listen to this bollocks: 'A Scottish farmer, Mr. Arnold McCraken, claimed to have witnessed fireballs and lasers coming from the contraption as it lit up the sky before disappearing above the clouds early Sunday morning just outside of Hayfield.' See? It's just another senile old geezer off their rocker." He exasperated, slapping the cover of the newspaper for emphasis.
Arah scanned the image closer- seeing the blurred gritty outline of the harness and the broomsticks attached to it.
"Oy!" Callum interrupted her thoughts, causing her to nearly jump out of her seat. "You're awful quiet this morning, Annon. You see anything interesting there?"
Arah smiled nervously, clearing her throat, trying to think of an excuse - any excuse, but only the truth came to mind "Sorry, just tired, is all. I had a late night over the weekend."
Callum squinted his dark eyes, scanning her under a scrutinizing glare before he nabbed the newspaper from her hands and crumpled it up, "Well. If you need me, I'll be posted up in the middle of nowhere surrounded by bloody sheep." he murmured, stomping off in a huff. It wasn't until his grumblings no longer echoed down the hall that Arah let out the breath she was holding.
"Alright, out with it." Ruby crossed her arms, raising a suspicious eyebrow at her. "What in the hell was that about?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Arah lied, fighting to hold back the smile that crept to her lips.
"I saw that look - it was as if you'd seen Cornelius Fudge stark naked on the front cover."
A snort of laughter escaped her as she clapped her hand tightly over her mouth to suppress a wave of giggles. She wasn't sure if it was because of the lewd visual of the Minister of Magic or the fact that they had been entirely too close to getting caught.
"What's so funny?" Ruby nudged her playfully. "Come on, tell me! We're partners."
"Shhh." Arah hushed, failing to hold back her grin. "I'll tell you, but you have to swear not to tell a soul."
Ruby's ginger hair bounced enthusiastically as she crossed her heart, "I swear on my great grandpappy's grave."
Arah confided in her partner, recounting the story of Norbert, narrating the events of that night, being sure not to leave out a single detail. Ruby's jaw dropped as she listened intensely, gasping at some parts and snorting at others. Before long, Ruby was laughing along with her- their stomachs aching as they imagined Callum sitting in a pasture all day, smelling like sheep shit.
"Golly, Arah, you live the most exhilarating life." Ruby sighed, catching her breath. "Back at Ilvermorny, the craziest thing we did was roll Puffskeins down the hillside to see who's would go the farthest."
Arah chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye. "I do feel bad for Callum though. Maybe I should say something..."
"Like hell you are!" Ruby swatted her arm. "Serves him right. You heard what he said! That man deserves a heaping slice of humble pie if you ask me."
Arah looked to her collegue, a feeling of appreciation grew for this strange Texan Witch. When Arah first met Ruby Honeysuckle, she wasn't sure how she felt about her; she was loud, headstrong, boisterous, completely unfiltered, and unashamed, but to Arah's surprise, they had become fast friends.
"More like shepherd's pie." Arah jested, "You know... because of the sheep."
They both fell into another fit, snickering at the ridiculousness of the situation.
"What is the meaning of this?" Flump's mopey voice cut through their cheer like a raincloud on a sunny day. Arah was convinced the man was incapable of joy, living in a perpetual state of miserableness, spreading his gloom and doom to all those he interacted with like a bad case of spattergroit.
Arah swallowed, the laughter dying in her throat. "Nothing, sir."
Ruby slathered on her southern charm, "Arah was just telling me a joke about a Werewolf and a Centaur walking into a bar, have you heard of it?"
Flump eyed them skeptically, "No, and I don't care to."
Ruby shrugged nonchalantly, "Your loss then. It was pretty funny."
Flump seemed completely unfazed by Ruby's antics per usual- his tired eyes shifting to the jumbled mess of their evidence board as he analyzed their work. Arah glimpsed at Ruby as the redhead flashed her a quick wink.
Everything about Flump irked Arah; the way he walked, the way he talked, his permanent slouch and the mopey look on his face, his callousness, even the sound of his breathing drove her barmy (the man was incapable of breathing through his nose). Flump stood there entirely too long, unmoving and mouth-breathing. For a second, Arah thought he might have fallen asleep standing up until he finally spoke.
"I want a full status report on this Forgery case by end of day."
Over the next month, Arah and Ruby continued to dive deeper into the case, uncovering much more than they had originally anticipated. The case was no longer some amature con artist trying to get rich off gullible Quidditch fans, no, it was much bigger than that. Turns out there were multiple reports of forged checks being withdrawn from Gringotts involving some very rich and powerful wizards. There were too many parallels between the incidents to not be related- It would be ignorant to say otherwise.
They shared with Flump what they suspected, believing the forgery cases to be related. Surprisingly, Flump agreed with them- Arah could have sworn she'd sensed a hint of approval too. He instructed them to continue to look into it, so they did. They went undercover to Quidditch games seeking autographed merchandise, and when that didn't lead anywhere, they split up to cover more ground. They surveyed Gringotts, Quality Quidditch Supplies, Knockturn Alley, all the while becoming closer partners and friends.
The trail of evidence led to an elite and highly exclusive Social Club that contained some of the most influential wizarding celebrities ranging from Quidditch players to powerful Political Figures. On one cold winter night, the posh social club just so happened to be meeting in Godric's Hollow at the home of Bathilda Bagshot, which also happened to be a few doors down from Arah's flat. Ruby and Arah devised a plan; Arah would use her Animagus form to spy on the group, while Ruby remained posted at Arah's home as a lookout in case of trouble. Once the club was dismissed, they would trail their suspects in hopes of uncovering more information.
Arah perched on the roof of the famous author's home. It would seem peculiar to any passerby to see a hawk of her stature; pure white feathers and piercing golden eyes, but luckily, her coat blended in perfectly with the winter snow. There was something so freeing about being in her Animagus form; she could do anything, be anywhere. It was also extremely useful in situations like this, her heightened hawk senses elevated her abilities to spy and eavesdrop, just as she listened in on the club meeting. But to her disappointment, nothing even remotely important was said. The members spent the last hour boasting only about themselves. If Dolores Umbridge bragged about her purebred Siamese cats one more time, Arah swore she'd gag.
A frigid breeze ruffled Arah's feathers as she ached for the warmth of her home. A grumbling in her stomach was enough to convince Arah to fly back and report back a whole lot of nothing. The familiar redhead peered out of the open window sill with a set of Omnioculars as Arah flew inside, a wall of warmth washed over her as she ruffled the snow off her feathers before transforming back to her normal self.
"Whoa." Ruby gawked, shoving a handful of crisps in her mouth, "That will never not be cool to me."
Arah smirked, "Me either."
"So, did you gather anything?" her voice muffled as crumbs fell from her mouth.
"Gilderoy has a new summer home in Prague and Lucius Malfoy just bought the entire Slytherin Team brand new Nimbus 2000s." Arah rolled her eyes, snatching the cookie tin from Ruby and crunching on the sweet treat.
"Oh my stars," Ruby groaned, "How long does it take for a bunch of haughty toddy witches and wizards to rub elbows? I swear, if they stick up their noses any higher, they'll drown in a rainstorm."
Arah smiled at this. Ruby was never short of colorful expressions- the witch seemed to have a special phrase for just about every occasion.
"I don't know, but any longer and my feathery rump is going to freeze off."
Ruby snickered, shoving a whole biscuit in her mouth- adding to the assortment of crumbs that covered her shirt. They munched on their snacks in a familiar silence, keeping an eye out the window that overlooked Bathilda's home, unspokenly passing treats to one another. This was the way they operated, their unspoken routine.
"I meant to ask, how's your brother?"
"He's doing okay!" Arah washed down the treat with some warm tea, "Still no progress on regaining his sight, but he's been out of St. Mungo's since last month, which is good. He's been acting kinda... strange though."
"Strange how so?" Ruby asked, her mouth full of crisps.
"For starters, he ended up moving into his own place without telling me. He won't even tell me who his flatmate is! But I have my suspicions."
"Who?" Ruby gasped, sitting at the edge of her seat. "Spill it, I live for gossip."
"I think it's... Olivia."
"Olivia Green? As in OUR Olivia?"
"Yes!" Arah leaned forward, matching Ruby's energy, "He mentioned they have been spending more time together. And every time I bring it up he gets all... weird."
"Well, you know what that means."
Arah's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "That my brother's a complete plonker?"
"No, you dummy. Your brother is in LOVE." she swooned.
Arah looked at her incredulously. "Nahhh. No way. Olivia and him are just mates- they.." she blinked - realization setting. "Oh shit... he's totally in love with her."
"Eeek!" Ruby squealed, "Imagine Olivia as your sister-in-law! They would be so darn cute together- like two peas in a pod. I can't wait for the wedding! I'll even bring my girlfriend so you can finally meet her. Oh it will be so wonderful, we can dance, and party, and have the grandest time, and-"
Arah grinned, "Okay Rubes, don't get ahead of yourself. We don't know anything yet."
The distant sound of voices echoed throughout the quiet street. The two of them scrambled to the window, crowding the view - their breaths fogging up the glass as Arah quickly wiped away the condensation. Light spilled into the alley, a group of well-dressed individuals filed out. Ruby and Arah ducked low, watching closely. Arah recognized a few of the figures; there was Ethan Parkin, the famous founder of the Wigtown Wonderers, Gilderoy Lockhart, Celestina Warbeck, Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies, Lucius Malfoy, Dolores Umbridge and a few others.
Ruby and Arah had each agreed to trail a random prospect; Arah was to follow Lucius Malfoy, while Ruby would keep an eye on Dolores Umbridge. They each split up, wishing each other luck before heading off in their own directions. Arah took off in the night sky, taking on the form of her animagus as she kept high above the rooftops, watching Lucius walk the darkened streets of Godric's Hollow below. Arah watched him eagerly, tracking his every move in hopes he would do something suspicious. After a while, Lucius found a secluded area, looking around secretively before apparating with a loud crack. He was gone.
Disappointment and frustration tugged wearily at Arah. Hopefully, Ruby had a more eventful time than she. Arah glided back, riding the cold wind home, all the while keeping a sharp eye for any activity or other members wandering about. The streets were mostly empty at this hour, despite a homeless muggle or two who did their best to stay warm on such a bitter night.
The sound of a distant commotion echoed through the night, capturing Arah's keen hearing as she cocked her feathered head toward the source of the disturbance. It had sounded like a scream. A sinking feeling washed over Arah as she plunged towards the distress, flapping her wings as quickly as she could. It had come from the cemetery. Behind the moss-covered church, Arah could make out the crumpled form of Ruby as she lay in a heap, motionless and arm twisted in a grotesque angle. Arah dove to her partner, transfiguring back to her normal self as she looked over Ruby's battered body.
A wave of relief washed over her at the sight of Ruby's chest rising and falling. "Ruby!" Arah shook her gently. No response. Thinking quickly, Arah gripped her partner, apparating her to St. Mungo's at once.
Arah knew Ruby was going to be alright after she had groaned it felt like she'd "been eaten by a Warewolf and shit over a cliff." She had only suffered minor injuries; a broken arm and a nasty concussion.
Unfortunately, Ruby couldn't recall how she ended up in the state she was in or who might be responsible for such violence, but all that mattered was she was safe now. Flump had decided to pull Ruby from the case until she could make a full recovery. After much arguing, Ruby complied, being re-assigned to a much simpler assignment: an undercover operation to oversee an art charity auction. Watching paint dry might be more exciting - but Ruby was grateful to take it if it meant getting out of St Mungo's quicker. Arah assured her it was a good idea - at least for the time being until she was fully healed.
Arah continued to work alone on the Forgery case, giving Ruby updates here and there. It was odd working by herself, Ruby always kept things so lively and fun, but Arah knew it was for the best. The sooner Ruby could get better, the sooner Arah would have her partner back.
In the morning, Arah dashed through the halls of the ROCC, especially eager to find Ruby and share the ground-breaking discovery she had uncovered. Turns out, each member of the club was required to sign an attendance log after each gathering. Arah suspected this was how the crook was collecting the signatures to forge. The halls and offices were eerily empty- surely Arah wasn't early...she was never early to anything.
A figure appeared down the corridor- it was Olivia.
"Hey, where is everyone?" Arah heaved, catching up with her mentor.
"You haven't heard? Flump called for a mandatory meeting in the lobby this morning." Olivia's brows furrowed, seemingly troubled.
"Weird." Arah shrugged carelessly, joining Olivia as they made their way to the foyer. "You haven't seen Ruby, have you? I need to talk to her about something important," she asked, unable to keep the excitement from her voice.
"No, I haven't." Olivia frowned- seeming more absentminded than usual. Arah wondered if it had to do with her brother.
They entered the ROCC lobby, the immense sculpture of the man carrying a globe towered over the crowd of agents that gathered below it. Arah scanned the mass of faces for her familiar redheaded friend; instead, she spotted Callum, finding a spot next to him.
"Do you know what this is about?" Arah whispered to him.
Callum's face twisted with worry. "No idea, but brace yourself. No good usually comes from these types of meetings."
Arah swallowed, watching as Flump shuffled before the crowd, the room falling eerily silent as he stood upon the podium. To Arah's surprise, Flump's complexion was even more somber than usual.
"There has been a horrible accident at a charity event- a case of Fiendfyre. The fire erupted, almost claiming the lives of over a dozen people trapped in the west wing of the venue. Thanks to the quick response and bravery of an ROCC agent, many lives were spared."
Arah waited impatiently for Flump to get to the point, she had a feeling there was more to this story than one person's heroics.
"That agent was Ruby Honeysuckle." Flump said.
Unease prickled the back of Arah's mind. How could such a thing happen at a harmless Art Auction?! It was supposed to be a low-risk post. Arah decided she would go straight to St. Mungo's afterward and ask Ruby herself what happened. She could even bring one those cakes Jae makes from the bakery as a 'get well soon' gift - a Texas-shaped one at that. Ruby would eat that up - literally.
"Without Ruby, many more lives would have been lost that day." Flump swallowed, his droopy eyes scanning the throng of agents, landing on Arah. The crowd stood in a deafening silence. "It is with great sadness I must announce that Agent Honeysuckle did not make it."
The room erupted in gasps and murmurs- Olivia stood next to Arah, clasping a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. Callum stiffened next to her.
"What?" Arah laughed hollowly, sure she had misunderstood him. It was as if the words he had spoken lost all meaning entirely- like she was waiting for the rest of the punchline to a sick joke, but she was only met with a gaze of pity from the man who only ever looked at her with utter disdain and annoyance. His words began to sink in, a feeling of dread she was much too familiar with. The air sucked out of her lungs as if she had jumped into an icy pool.
"No." she heard herself mutter aloud. "No- Ruby was only undercover at a simple art auction. There has to be some mistake."
Flump's usual scowl was gone- his face softened as he shook his head with regret. Her skin crawled with the eyes of everyone at the ROCC. Ruby was her partner, they had started this job together, grown close over the last few months- she couldn't be gone.
Grief was a feeling Arah had grown all too familiar with; it was like dropping a rock into a bottomless pit, waiting for the sound of rock clashing to earth to come- but it never would. Arah learned to live with the feeling of deep surmountable grief, flailing endlessly in the dark, waiting to hit the ground.
A feeling of panic began to rise as Arah excused herself, hurrying toward her workplace where Ruby and she had pushed their desks together. Arah's knees buckled under the weight of loss as she leaned against the wooden surface to hold her upright. The anguish began to claw its way out from deep within, she choked back a strained cry, stifling it with her knuckles as she stood over Ruby's old desk- processing that her partner was gone. Arah didn't know Ruby all that long, but the sorrow ripped her open- old wounds now fresh once again.
The room began to spin. Her breaths came in quick and shallow; mouth dry. Arah bit down hard on the flesh of her cheek, a metallic taste washing over her tongue. She couldn't lose it, not this time. She was too shocked, too confused, too angry. She wanted to rage. It didn't make sense- none of it did. It was a harmless task, boring even. It was a job a Garden Gnome could do in their sleep. Nothing was ever expected to happen at this Art Auction- but someone had cast Fiendfyre, killing her friend and almost a dozen others in the process.
Arah's eyes darted frantically as her mind raced, imagining every possible scenario - some completely absurd, others not so much. She grabbed the stack of papers on Ruby's desk, flipping through notes chaotically, eyes desperately drinking in her writing for any possible answer to this senseless act. Arah was so consumed in thought that she hardly heard the footsteps approaching behind her, a comforting hand lying on her shoulder. She whirled around to see Olivia, eyes red-rimmed and cheeks shining.
"Arah, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine-"
"I don't understand it, Olivia." Arah said, shaking her head- refusing to accept the reality she was living in, "How could this have happened?!"
"I don't know." she sniffled.
"How?!" The words got caught in her throat, her bottom lip quivering uncontrollably as her vision began to blur.
Olivia enveloped her, holding her tight as the dam ruptured, emotions bursting from within as she wept openly in her arms- shoulders wracking with each heave of sobs.
"You don't understand," Arah gasped out between breaths, "I told her working that auction would be a good idea. Sh-she's my partner, we're supposed to look out for each other."
"You had no way of knowing what would have happened." Olivia rubbed her back maternally, "Ruby was headstrong and capable of making her own decisions. You can't blame yourself for her choices. It was just some horrible accident."
Arah sniffled, standing up to look Olivia straight in her brown eyes, "You don't actually believe that, do you?" Arah's voice shook as she wiped her cheeks dry, "It was Fiendfyre."
Olivia paused thoughtfully, "I won't pretend to disagree with you. If it gives you any comfort, Flump is assembling a team to investigate the fire. I know he'll do everything he can to find answers and seek justice for Ruby. After all, you weren't the one who gave her clearance to pursue the assignment. I can tell this is weighing heavily on him."
If Crescent Flump was leading an investigation, Arah would be part of it. She had to be.
"I need to talk to him."
Arah turned the corner, climbing up the spiral staircase to the top floor of the ROCC. In all the months working here, she'd never been to this level- her security clearance wouldn't allow it. Even if she were permitted, there was never a need to go to Flump's office; the man tended to enjoy his privacy, retreating to his sanctuary to do whatever it was Flump did in peace.
Arah followed the corridor to the very end, finding the corner suite with a bronze sign that read "Crescent Flump" on the door. For a moment, she wondered if she should knock, but decidedly swung open the door, losing all consideration for others in her emotional state.
The space was large and incredibly nice, but the clutter of papers and odd trinkets took away its glamour with all its disarray. It was like getting a glimpse into Flump's own cluttered mind. There was no rhyme or reason to his organization- the filing cabinets sat untouched collecting dust while the desk was piled high with paperwork, half-drunken cups of tea, and empty take-out boxes.
There was even a private balcony overlooking the Ministry of Magic. A tall lean man stood on the terrace, slumped over the railing, lighting a cigarette. It was Callum; his head twisted in her direction, dark hair hanging just past his eyes like a veil. He acknowledged her with a slight head nod before lifting the fag to his lips, carelessly taking a long drag before looking back over the balcony- blowing out the smoke in a dense line.
Arah approached him, careful not to knock over a teetering pile of paperwork on her way. Small figures walked below, oblivious to the horror of today, carrying on like it was any other normal day. Arah was envious- how little they had to worry, how mundane life could be. It wasn't fair.
"I'm surprised to see you're still here," Callum said gravely, "You just lost your partner."
"I'm here to talk to Flump." Arah stated, transfixed by the view below.
"Aye, that makes two of us then."
The growing sound of a thousand paper wings crescendoed as a flock of paper memos flew past, the cigarette smoke twirling in the air as her silver hair fluttered in its wake. Arah glanced at Callum, taking note of the way his hands trembled as he held the cigarette up to his mouth, inhaling and letting out a shakey breath, his eyes dark and distant.
"I'm sorry about Ruby." Callum finally spoke, breaking the silence. "I wish there was more I could have done to help prepare her."
"I'm sorry too."
Callum took another drag, the embers glowing hot. "I really liked her." The ghost of a smile formed on his lips as he shook his head to himself, a chuckle dying in his throat. "Always had a phrase for everything, she did... what was that one she would say about the Knaezle again? "
Arah's lips curled in a half-grin recalling one of Ruby's more regular expressions, "I'm as busy as a Knaezle on a hot tin roof. " she recounted with a watery laugh.
"That's right," Callum chuckled, "Merlin, I'm going to miss that witch." He sighed, stumping out the cigarette and flicking it off the balcony.
"Me too." Arah sighed shakily, closing her eyes to hold in the tears that threatened to spill.
Callum watched her carefully. "You going to be okay?"
Arah nodded, having become all too familiar with the feelings grief brought. She would know, she'd lost both her best friend and father. "I will be."
A silence set between them as they looked out over the balcony.
Callum combed his fingers through his black hair, revealing his sharpened features, "This is a dangerous job, Arah. People get hurt- sometimes worse. This isn't the first time something like this has happened before."
"I know what I signed up for." she looked at him with resolve.
"Good," Callum nodded tersely, "Word of advice? Give yourself time to process. Keep your wits about you. Acting out of emotion is dangerous. You need to look at it objectively."
"Objectively?" Arah scoffed, "Objectively, Ruby was attacked in a high-risk case, only to be killed in a 'freak accident' while working undercover at an art charity auction. Make it make sense, Callum." she looked to him desperately.
"I try not to jump to conclusions until I investigate. And since I've been assigned to the art gallery fire, I'll reserve my judgment until-"
"You're assigned to Ruby's case?" Arah interrupted.
"Aye, that's why I'm here. I'm waiting for Flump to brief me."
"Perhaps I can-"
"Hey. No. Stop." Flump's voice droned from the doorway. She hadn't even heard him sulk through the entrance.
"But-"
"But nothing. We need rational clear-eyed agents working this case." Flump interjected dully, "Ruby was your partner, you're too close to this. Stay away from the art investigation."
"Please sir, I-"
"Do I make myself clear?" His voice rose angrily.
Arah blinked, surprised to hear Flump's usual monotone take on such harshness. She bit back her pride, seeing that she had struck a chord with him. "Understood."
Flump huffed airily in response before turning to Callum. "McClintock, you and Annon are to join the Aurors for combat training once a week. Alastar Moody has already agreed to it. See it done. I will not be losing another agent on my watch."
"Yes sir." Callum nodded.
"Good. And Arah?" Flump's voice softened, looking at her with sorrow. "I am sorry about Ms. Honeysuckle. I know you two had become close."
Arah swallowed the lump in her throat. "Thank you sir."
"You are dismissed the rest of the day."
Arah resigned, too tired to argue. She turned to leave, knowing fully she did not plan to keep her word to Flump. She would find a way to help with this investigation somehow, she simply couldn't let it go. It was the only way she knew how to grieve. By finding justice.
A/N: Let me know what you all think of this latest chapter. I wanted to try and build on the promising relationship of Arah and Ruby before dropping the bomb of her death (RIP) so it had a deeper impact. I hope I did it justice.
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