Monday morning approached unbelievably rapid despite how awfully painful and dull the rest of the weekend had been. Saturday morning I had awoken with a monumental headache, along with two very cross figures shoving a pitcher of water at me, refusing to give me any potions to ease the pain. It was "a learning experience" apparently, and I was to "seriously consider how lucky I was to have found my way back to bed."

I struggled to remember how I gotten back myself... all I could recall was a feeling of blissful numbness.

Somehow I was convinced into having another drink with Professor Burke and Headmaster Karkaroff, yet the more I had, the less I felt against drinking the liquor and eventually my ability to think clearly had been snuffed out. The last thing I recalled before a giant blur took over was a catchy song I learned in the first grade... Yankee Doodle wasn't that great of a song now that I was sober. In fact, it would have been downright embarrassing if anyone had heard me. Especially anyone that wasn't familiar with muggle history and the awful children songs they create.

Slumping down further against the roughly polished stone wall, I let my legs stretch out against the chilled hall floor, stifling a yawn that attempted to escape for the third time this morning.

For once I was appreciative of the awful temperature in the castle or else I might have fallen back asleep by now.

Suddenly the sound of a doors rusty hinges filled the silent air, putting my thoughts back to where they should be. Preparing for my first day of classes. Gabri stepped out, looking slightly disheveled. Her blonde bob needed a smooth down and her red cloak had surprisingly turned green. Yet even though she clearly missed blocking a few harmless spells, her enthusiastic smile hadn't faltered since this morning. Despite all that has happened, admiring her fondness for our new home uplifted my spirit enough to take on the day.

"Miss Granger," Burke called from behind her in a silent, slightly impatient mutter, ready to assess me next.

This was to be my newest routine for the next month... Private sessions with the Dark Arts teacher on Mondays and Wednesday's. I had looked forward to it as soon as I got my schedule, yet this morning I wasn't as optimistic.

Standing from the ground with numb legs, I gave Gabri a short farewell as she went to join Harry in the dining hall for breakfast before I entered the empty Dark Arts class for the first time.

Dimly lit by the mornings first cloud covered light, dark wood tables were pushed away from the front of the room and chairs were neatly stacked in the back to make space in the front for dueling. An overused, black chalk board lined the main wall alongside what looked like a sturdy cage of some sort, and an organized bookcase was near one of the larger windows. It was... A functional classroom. One I actually admired.

As I finished my look around, I nearly missed another body in the room, one that was on the ground reading... Nearly in the same spot against the wall, opposite of where I was just sitting.

Viktor turned a page in a book I couldn't see the cover of, appearing either uninterested in the session or consumed with a chapter as his posture remained still yet slumped, his eyes steadily roaming across the pages within his hands.

"Alright," Burke announced with a pronounced lack of enthusiasm. "As I had just told Miss Delacour, today is all about the basics. I will assess you by your performance in different tasks per class you will be taking. If I feel you are not adequately prepared for a course, you will train privately with yours truly until you've reached a respectable level within that class... Before we start, do you have any questions?"

Although I could have easily named a few things I was curious about, I shook my head as I held in a insufferable yawn. Once Burke laid down a few basic rules, we set to testing each of my skills, starting with transfiguration.

Making chairs disappear and reappear in the form of blue birds earned me a grunt and a small scribble of the note pad atop Burkes desk.

Converting the blue birds into a crystal glass and filling it with water using a non verbal aguamenti earned me a second scribble as well as a stiff, "good."

Reciting a full text book summary of my sixth year History class along with dates and names caused a grunt to escape his mouth.

Listing exactly the ingredients and measurements for a draught of living death out of Severus Snape's own book, I finally got a bit more of an intriguing glance, yet verbally, I got a careless, "next."

Sighing with the feeling of inability to impress, I listed muggle items and usage after scrunching my nose up at an apparent flaw on my schedule I'd have to discuss with Karkaroff... Or, possibly myself if I actually had control now. What could I possibly do with muggle studies? Before I knew I was a witch, I was practically one myself...

"Very... well versed... in muggle studies..." he said each word dryly, noting it down on the pad of paper while simultaneously avoiding getting the sleeve of his expensive navy blue suit in the wet ink before looking up. "Good. Now, let's test your Dark Arts skills."

That was one I was not as "well versed" in. "Sir, I never took a Dark Arts class. Only defense."

He cocked one thick, dusky grey brow, looking more like he did in black and white pictures from bios I read in the past, as he looked up from his reading glasses atop a very symmetrical nose. "Ah. That's right, I forgot most schools condone the practice. It's not as different as you'd be led to believe, but since we don't have a lot of time to explain the mechanics today, we'll start that on Wednesday..." Looking down at his list once more, he cleared his throat. "Next would be... Combat."

The all too familiar sound of a dense book closing caught my attention, causing the faintest echo on my right.

Wearing nearly full black loose clothes besides a white wrap around his left knuckles, Viktor stood from the floor where he was seated, taking a step forward with a heavy rise and fall of his chest. Unlike last I saw him, he was slightly pallor and moved tiredly, as if he had a rough night of sleep. A curiousity welled inside me to understand why.

"I've never taken a combat class either," I said after a moments collecting my voice, forcing my captured focus away.

"No? Well professor Krum wasn't called here for the sake of reading on my floor... Humor me. You're widely known reputation isn't for being passive anyway, Miss Granger."

A surprised and sickened feeling suddenly creeped in my stomach. "My reputation, Sir?" I asked timidly.

Wise, steely grey eyes gazed at me warily. "You and Mr. Potter may not be famous here, but I'm still a London native. As secluded as we are here in the depths of Norway, my relatives still keep me informed. I may not know the full extent of your... Travels... But from your very appearance I can safely come to the conclusion that you didn't sit on the sidelines. Correct?"

I bit my lip at the thought of being too easily read. "How are you able to tell?" I questioned, immediately after feeling as if I should perhaps quit with any other questions if I wanted to my nerves to settle. I absentmindedly tugged on the hem of my long sleeve out of habit.

"Nothing anyone can pick up easily, rest assured. But as a trained professional... you're defensive stance gives you away. Among other things..." He replied rather cryptically. "Now if you'd please."

Sighing, I turned from the dark arts teacher, feeling somewhat disturbed that someone could depict me with a simple look. Although, I had to admit, if it hadn't been on my expense, I would have immediately tried to depict his knack for observation. And if he was that observant, could he possibly have picked up on-

"Miss... Granger." Viktor greeted, looking as if the name didn't quite settle right on his tongue.

"Good morning, Professor." I replied, keeping his last name completely away from the title as long as I could. Although I had nothing against him being my professor, having to actually use the title in front of others was discomforting.

Burke silently grumbled. "Perhaps it would have been a good idea to skip this today..." I instantly frowned. He really did pick up on the subtle. "But, I have an initial class soon, so let's just get on with it." He finished, stepping back and out of the way.

Nodding, I pushed the thoughts away, deciding to use my full energy on the newest task at hand.

Burke snapped a finger and a blue padded mat suddenly raised our feet an inch from the ground- a precaution for injuries... Injuries... The thought of Viktor causing any injury to me at all was unfathomable. Although brooding and fearsome, within the time I knew him he never resulted to violence of any sort. Yet beginning today, I suppose it was a possibility...

Viktor took in a breath as he tightened the white wrap over his knuckles. If it weren't for the slight crease between his eyes, I would have suspected them to be normal boxing wraps, yet the indication of pain along with the gauzy material made me believe differently. "Ready?" His brown eyes glanced up from beneath his brow, glancing me over as if assessing my slack stance and choice of clothing.

Although reluctant to take my hands out of fur lined warm pockets, I did so anyway, removing both my cloak and fullest jacket. Completely unsure of what to do next, I referred to Viktors glance and took a firm stance while attempting and failing to remember basic skills I learned in an hours self defense class in London. "Ready," I lied, swallowing down a bit of nervousness. Although I was glad there were no student spectators, anything I wasn't prepared for put me at unease. The thought of embarrassing myself made it slightly worse.

In the distance, Burke scribbled something down in his notes with the tip of his quill before clearing his throat. "Begin."

Wasting no time, Viktor begun a slow half circle on the mat. His form appeared comfortable and at ease yet something about the way those dark eyes glinted at the slightest shift in my stance made me positive that he was fully in control of anything I could possibly hope to get an advantage on.

"You're completely unguarded," he noted, using his calm voice to distract me while proving his point. Though it was nothing close to an actual blow to my waist, I was still shocked at the sudden impact.

"I normally use my wand," I defended while attempting to "guard" my body. He grabbed my blocking arm with his right hand and shoved. My heels dug into the mat as I maintained my balance, yet just as soon as I thought I was fine, Viktor took another opportunity.

Falling back onto the mat with a light padded thud, I groaned while quickly picking myself back up as Viktor patiently waited until I was completely on my feet.

After three more blows to my upper body and another flop on the mat, I finally managed to stop a shove to my chest by just barely catching his forearm.

"Better." Viktor encouraged before once again, his other arm hit his mark on my shoulder with more of a rapidly restrained punch than a shove this time.

After his successful attack, I quickly dodged the next, feeling a little more prepared now that I got ahold of proper timing. It was a split second of that confidence that made me lose focus on his footwork.

Using my confusion to his advantage, he disappeared from sight, only giving away his location when a pair of arm wrapped around me from behind, one around my waist while the other was wrapped across my shoulders along my collarbone, keeping both my chest and arms in place.

At first the warmth and firmness of his chest on my back was inticing until the hold grew tighter, somewhat... familiar.

Suddenly I felt helpless as the tightness increased, inticing me to break out of the hold yet I felt limp. My breathing increased in pace as a cackle rung in my ears like a distant bell. It wasn't a warm muscular pair of arms that I so eerily recalled, but a thinner harder pair. Ones that had long spindly fingers that dug into my skin and held sharp objects that pierced my neck.

Even though the hold around myself was starting to slacken, my instincts came alive I used all of my might to flip my attacker over my shoulder. I then managed to plant my elbow with enough power into the arm where I knew the hand would respond by dropping any object. My hands shook as I pinned them in place, using most of my body's weight to make sure they didn't move a muscle...

"Hermione." Rough velvet whispered in concern.

Running my eyes up to my attacker, still hearing the faintest cackle, I expected a menacing pair of wild eyes and devilish hair for a split second until I met a warm, brown eyed worried gaze. Small strands of black hair that crossed his face slowly fell away as he attempted to sit up. Instantly the awful noise retreated.

"Oh, God." I released my grip as quick as I would a hot pan, removing my weight and wishing I had the words to explain my actions.

Burke cleared his throat in the silence, tossing aside the clip board. "...I think that's enough for today." Crossing the space, he held out a firm hand, helping me off the ground gently. "Good work to the both of you. Wednesday we shall continue... And Miss Granger." His eyes were level as he offered a slight comfort- almost as if he understood. "...Know that my office is always open."

I took in a breath, nodding my thanks as I still couldn't find any words for actions that surprised even myself. Burke squeezed my shoulder, assured that I would come to him if I needed help or sensing that I wasn't comfortable with others forcing it. Either way, I appreciated him giving me space as he turned away, retrieving his clipboard before going back to his own business.

Across the room, Viktor stood waiting.

A pounding headache took over as I returned to my room, intense and nearly blinding as I grabbed a glass of water and green vile out of my bead bag. Although I appreciated their time and help, it was a relief to have a moments peace away from any concerned gazes before I had my first class.

Taking a spot on the edge of my bed, I slouched forward, kneading my temples between my thumbs. The burning within my cheeks hadn't faded since I left Viktor within that room, and my current thoughts didn't help to clear the color away either. My stomach fell as the look on his face replayed in my head. Those dark eyes that normally radiated a fierce, uncompromising intelligence, looked as if this was something he didn't understand. Like he felt guilty of provoking my sudden inner termoil.

As soon as I saw that he was set to approach me I left. Viktor, of all people, had no reason to feel guilty or apologize to me for things he had nothing to do with. Out of all my years, he was one of the untainted and good people in my life and I tossed him away the first moment Ronald finally took notice of me. Something it simply took Viktor moments to do.

No. If anyone were to apologize, it would be me.

Sighing away a bit of stress upon checking the time, I hoped my vision would clear up in a minute or so.

Standing a bit taller than I currently felt, I grabbed a small stack of books in descending order from atop the nightstand in between the two beds. I can do this...

Letting out one hell of a breath, I took a stride toward the door, yet halted a brief moment at the sight of movement on my right. An immaculate standing mirror with an intricate deep oak back stood before me, reflecting a total stranger.

Perhaps it was the prestinely made uniform Gabri designed especially for my figure; a thick deep crimson that cinched and flowed in all the right places. A pair of comfortable yet stylish pants I could easily run in, and a cloak that compared to none other, lined in the softest and warmest fur I've ever owned.

Yet whatever it was, despite what I currently felt, I appeared nearly as intimidating and elite as the very first Durmstrang boys I laid my eyes on when the tri-wizard tournament in my fourth year was announced. It made the slightest amount of my spirit lift in the hopes that I may one day truly live up to that potential.

It was enough hope to begin my first day as the very first proud girl of Durmstrang.

Or rather, at least it was until I glanced down at the first book I the pile, resting in my arms. Suddenly all the color I was fighting against finally drained as my eyes took in the title once more with mild displeasure.

This was going to be a long day...

Expecting a classroom filled with wood desks and stone floors much like the rest of the castle, I was mildly irked when I found lively colors of blues and golds on threaded banners, scented candles, high tables, and even the outer wood of the chalkboard instead.

Yet it wasn't the unconventional appearance of the room that caused a sudden edge to my nerves. My eyes betrayed my already quickened pulse, locking onto the powerful desk that sat at the very front of the class.

Thin legs that crossed at the ankles were tucked underneath the solid wood, covered in a sheer black stocking, running all the way up to meet a stormy grey skirt. A matching blouse constricted a full chest and black hair cascaded around a high neckline.

Natalia Valentinovs gold eyes suddenly snapped up as if sensing my gaze, removing her attention from her parchment, her long hand stilling a quill that was oddly transfigured into a flower at the end. I further noticed, now that I got a closer look, how incredibly smooth and near glowing her golden skin was. For the second time in my life, since my regretful feud with Lavender, I felt surprisingly unnerved by a woman I didn't know.

"Miss Granger." Her spritely voice chimed (despite the obvious boorish Slavic accent) standing gracefully in a single sweep before taking a gliding step forward in dangerously high heels repeatedly across the floor.

Before I could swallow down the unwanted and illogical jealousy I felt rising in my gut after watching the perfect motion in her shapely of hips, she took my hand in both of hers, giving me a bit of a shock. A following smile lit up her face.

"I'm just thrilled to have a female student in my class." She said enthusiastically, pulling an arm through mine and leading me to the desks with a light step, her heels clicking lightly like a tea spoon to porcelain against the stone floor. Strangely, I felt intoxicated by her choice of perfume yet forced myself to steer away from the light, blooming scent. I began breathing through my mouth. "As you can see, ve decorate the tables here according to your liking. My last class on Friday, as you can tell, decided on changing everything into gold and blue, though it's normally a rainbow of colors and patterns. I think it's a great warm up before starting a class, don't you agree?"

"Um..." My eyes ran over the mess of color as the queasy feeling in my gut deepened. I unclenched a hand to splay it on the polka dot table I was to sit at, silently making it the regular wooden desk I found to be adequate for learning... A normalcy to keep myself focused on my work and lecture instead of the distracting colors. Some of which that had patterns that actually moved... "It's interesting." I returned respectfully.

Her too perfect smile faltered a bit. "Yes... Vell, I'm sure you'll get the hang of things around here." She said in good spirit as I gladly unlinked myself from her before crossing the small space to pull out my seat. "In fact, I think you'll learn to embrace the artistic freedom of my classroom. It's not something you're used to, I understand. I'll leave you to get adjusted. Let me know if you need anything though, dear." She then swayed qently back to her seat, picking back up her quill that went from a pink rose to a yellow daffodil at the touch of her hand.

Sure I'll learn to embrace the inappropriate mess of a learning space. When hell freezes over. Looking around as students begun filling in, some whispering at first notice of my presence while others thankfully ignoring it, I once again took in all the distracting and utterly ridiculous patterns and objects before letting out a stressed breath and willing my gaze to return to the only thing that gave me any sort of peace within the room. The damn desk.

Grumbling as I opened my book, I suddenly realized I was speaking softly aloud as a chair beside me slid with a screech against the horribly bright blue stone floor.

"Not bad." A smooth yet guttural voice sounded. "Though personally I would've gone with a cherry wood instead of an oak."

My lips set in a thin line as I glanced up, yet they quickly became slack as a strikingly beautiful boy admired the table, too blonde and too angular to be a normal human. His uniform was polished to perfection and a gold Bukhail ring set atop his manicured index finger. The first thing that came to mind was a real life angel... Yet the cocky grin and raised brow almost reminded me of-

"Names Abraxas Malfoy. You can call me Abe though, seeing as we're partners now."

After a moments disbelief of my current luck, my stomache dropped like an anvil.

Silently considering the likelihood of two separate Malfoy families in the wizarding world, a memory crossed my mind. A bit of research I unwillingly came across in the library years ago. A book on wizarding family history. "You don't happen to be named after a great great grandfather...?" I winced in anticipation, hoping to Godrick that this day was a horrid dream that I could wake from.

Yet discretely pinching my arm didn't wake me, and to my utter regret, he nodded, smiling like I just paid him a compliment. "Just my regular grandfather actually. Know of my family, do you?"

I scooted my chair the farthest I could manage.

"Hah! Oh, you know of them alright. Let me guess... My cousins from London, right?"

I begun grumbling again, not really aware of it until I heard the sounds from my own mouth...

"I'll take that as a yes. Lucius is my first cousin. His father is my uncle... My own father is the youngest of all Malfoy elders of course. Infact-"

"As much as I'd love to hear the Malfoy history, I'm already aware of your family tree... I'm also not one to really have idle chat... Especially when it comes to your cousins... No offense." I interrupted, wondering what on earth I could've done wrong in my previous life to be punished with another Malfoy all the way out here as my new partner of all things.

He shrugged, hardly seeming disheartened. "None taken... Though my side of the family was 'kicked out' of the blood line. Which is why I'm here in Norway... If that eases your spirit any."

Sighing into my propped hand, I shifted my glance from the grain of the desk, back to the odd boy beside me. "Names Hermione Granger."

His eyes lit up at my slight change of heart. "Interesting name. Never heard of the Granger family before... Though you are from London so I guess it makes sense."

I simply raised a brow at the boy, waiting for his house trait to kick in.

"Oh..." He simply said, reading my face, realizing my name was unheard of because I wasn't actually from a wizarding family. "Well, that explains the dislike of my family. Though I assure you, my parents aren't the type to discriminate and neither am I."

I nodded in slight appreciation. "Thanks... I won't discriminate against your name either then." I said with a light smirk.

He smiled a crooked grin in good nature. It looked odd on someone who appeared so much like my childhood rival. Everything was nearly identical, all except his cheerful green eyes in contrast to Draco's stormy grey. "I wouldn't blame you if you did. I'm still curious though... What unfortunate business did you have with Lucius?"

"Um..."

"Goodmorning class." Professor Valentinov interrupted. "Those of you still varming up, please return to your seats." She instructed, thankfully saving me from having to give an uncomfortable answer to Abe. Upon looking away from my peer, I found that many tables were indeed changed into different colors like she had said. The one near us was a vibrant red with green skulls.

"Today we will be continuing our attempts to change each other's hands into replicas of our familiars. At the end of this year everyone should be able to change their partner completely into an owl... Cat... Toad... Whatever you may have at home or in your dorm. Remember to keep a steady hand. Questions? Please begin."

With that brief instruction, she sat back down at her desk, this time taking out what appeared to be a magazine from her drawer.

I must have looked incredulously at the woman as I caused a laugh from beside me.

"She's not that bad once you get in the swing of things. Honestly it's an easy class after a long week of sitting through lectures that never end."

"Lectures that could save your hands from a trip to the infirmary you mean?"

He paled.

Unable to retain my amusement, I cracked a laugh, though it felt and sounded odd. "Kidding." Quickly digging through my new cloak, my hand wrapped around a familiar piece of wood. "Manibus muto."

Suddenly his hands begun sprouting orange tufts of fir. His fingers quickly become pads as round and cushioned as a cats, a pair of claws peeking out from underneath. A sigh escaped my lips at the change... Missing my crookshanks already. I knew it was temporary and Ginny was treating him well, keeping him away from Ron over breaks, yet no one could care for him as much as I did.

"Woah." Abe chuckled as he moved his new set of paws, stretching the grey pads out and poking at the sharp nails. "Professor!" He called out, keeping his curious gaze on the orange fur.

Gold eyes glanced up, widening at the sight. Removing herself from the chair a little quicker this time, she delightfully examined his new set of paws. Her entire face beamed. A look I would've thought to be endearing if I hadn't already felt a weary and unexplainable repugnance. "Incredible Miss Granger! May I ask who your professor was before?"

"Minerva McGonagall, mam."

She nodded thoughtfully. "Tell me... Can you transfigure him into a full familiar?"

Nodding slowly, I couldnt help but feel an alarm going off in the back of my mind at the way she eyed the two of us. Almost like... like we were entertainment rather than students. Yet I quickly dismissed it since I was already overly biased.

"...Would you preform it for me?"

I winced. Perhaps it wasn't simply my sudden dislike swaying my opinion. "You would allow me to just do so?"

The professor blinked. "Unless you're incapable of doing so."

Frowning, I sat back in my chair. "I'm very capable, mam. Excuse me for saying so, but I'm unfamiliar with reversal practices incase a problem arises. I'm also unsure if Abraxas is as well informed as myself and it could be disasterous when used improperly until we have the proper lecture."

Though I actually knew the reversal, the thought of her allowing me to do so without first making sure I was informed properly was disturbing. Her eyes slightly narrowed, something very few people would have seen unless they were looking for a reaction. Quickly glancing down at my ring then back up, she hummed with a smile. "Very well then. Please carry on the good work." She then turned back to her desk, unfolding her magazine once again with a haughty snap of the paper.

"Meeooww." Abe drew out roughly in response to my decline. "That's cat for holy crap. You've got some guts Granger."

I rolled my eyes yet felt humored by his dramatic eye brow raise. "Alright, come on its your turn. But honestly, what regulations are set in this class? What are the conducts... The proper instruction?"

He shrugged while taking out his wand. "Professor Valentinov is something of a controlling hippy if you can't tell already. She believes in our own learning process of trial and error. I'm not exactly fond of it either... I'd rather learn the most and excel at difficulties, but it's an easy A if you just try your best."

I nodded, taking this all into consideration. I guess it was one way to go about it... Though I'd be much happier with a proper teacher. Was I to learn anything in this class?

Suddenly he repeated my same incantation, swiftly moving his wand in the correct form. Watching my hands closely, a change started to occur... Talons sprouted from my fingers but my palms remained the same. "An owl?" I questioned, wiggling the odd grey tips along my hand. The feeling was similar to when my mom forced me to get acrylic nails with her for my great aunts third wedding.

He sighed. "A falcon actually. Maybe I have been over estimating Valentinov after all..."

I shrugged. "I think that's very plausible, but I'm a bit of an overachiever, and transfiguration was a hot topic of mine."

"So... I'm doing okay?" He asked, glancing down at my talons as if in an unsure study. Although Malfoy's never looked unpoised or baffled, and this was certainly no exception, it was still the humblest and most human I've ever seen anyone look the family. A living, breathing angel compared to the London Malfoy's who embodied grey stone angels you would find looking over tombstones.

"Exceptionally." I replied, glancing about the room of boys who were still practicing the wave of their wand or just simply not getting results.

Abe let out a sound of hauty success before continuing on with the lesson while I passed down tips I learned from McGonagall.

Toward the end he nearly had it completely, all except a small flaw near the wrist where my skin still faded in with the scales. It really was marvelous work as nearly half the class was still dealing with the "trial and error."

"Class is about to end. I don't know if you've already been told but we have a strict few minutes between classes due to aparation rights. Who do you have next?" Abe asked, reaching over for my schedule before I could answer. His brows raised. "Aren't you already a muggle born?"

I took back my schedule, even though I already memorized it, before glancing down at the flaw I'd need to fix soon. "I didn't plan on taking muggle studies if that's what you mean."

"It's a waste of time in your case I'm sure, but I think after today you might reconsider staying." He smiled as he picked up his books, removing himself from his chair in an unhurried motion. Boys were doing the same, even without being excused. Was that normal?

I copied everyone else, finding myself falling into step with Abe as he begun exiting the class. "What makes you believe that?"

"You'll see. I have it next as well, come on I'll walk you."

I raised a brow in confusion. "You're not going to apparate?"

He made a face. "It's right around the corner. Unless it's across the castle, walking is just fine. That awful feeling isn't worth a short trip."

I nodded thoughtfully, checking the second line of my schedule once more, before heading out to my next class with (and I still can't believe it) a Malfoy in step.

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