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Post by Dea on Dec 15, 2009 12:08:40 GMT -5
So go get your shovel! And we'll dig a deep hole, to bury the castle! Bury the castle!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - So go get your shovel! Rowena was leaning against her desk, two hands placed either side of her. She stared at the stone floor, counting every crack in each stone. 47. 48. She needed to pull herself together! It wasn't the end of the world. He'd left. Big deal. She could always write to him. If she ever found where he was. Still, it was some consolation to know he was at least happy. Meanwhile, here she was, back at the castle, by herself and in need of another donor of money. Great. Like Anatole would do anything. She knew, deep down, this wasn't about the money, however. She wiped her eyes. No way was she going to cry over Salazar Slytherin. She pushed herself away from the table and crossed her office to the shelf of books. She was, at the moment, teaching Potions as well as Charms, until they found a teacher. Salazar had left her some of his books. Rather, he had just left them. She picked up a potions book and began planning her next Fourth year lesson. She sat down on one of the few plush chairs that decorated her office, and flicked through the pages. They were well worn, and a few potions were circled, ingredients changed and the like. She could barely read some of the writing. She gave up and flung the book behind her. After a few minutes, she couldn't bare it and grabbed the book and placed it back on the shelf. With a sigh, she flung herself back on the chair, and stared at the ceiling. Now that he had left, she realised how dull and, literally, thick most of the other staff members were. It seemed so many other people couldn't hold an intelligent conversation. God damn it. She was pining for Salazar Slytherin.
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Post by Haine on Dec 15, 2009 13:00:16 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW , THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! It just wasn't the same. The castle seemed too quiet now, and everything was just so boring and meaningless. Without Salazar, no one would put mice in Godric's bed, or use a permanent sticking charm to glue his shoes to the classroom ceiling. Possibly the worst of all, without Salazar, the 'his evil army of squirrels did it!' excuse was no longer valid; Godric's personal favourite. Of course, nowadays, there was little need for any form of excuse, as Godric had actually been behaving himself. Whether this was his way of trying to make this whole issue easier for everyone or because his heart was no longer in it, Godric was unsure. All that was for definite was that Godric was being bloody tempermental lately.
Godric was currently sat in his office, his feet resting on the desk with an open book laying against his legs. His attention span (as short as it previously was) appeared to have been damaged too, as Godric was now doodling absent mindedly on the corner of one of the pages. For the time being, he allowed his mind to wander freely as his small drawing of a rabbit became more and more detailed, now including a field, some trees, a river and a few frogs. Yet no squirrels.
And where exactly was Godric's mind wandering to? While he had been defacing the text book, he'd thought of many things. A detention later today, lesson plans that needed to be done, life before Hogwarts where the two aforementioned things had not been an issue, eventually leading back to the problem at hand with Salazar. ... Shit.
With a groan, Godric sat up straight and placed the book down on the table where his feet had previously been. The quill was just abandoned carelessly on the floor and his ink bottle was left open. Slowly he stood up and proceeded to make his way a floor down to Rowena's office. Godric knocked once on her door upon arrival and then just went in without any acknowledgement. "We need to talk."
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Post by zara :] on Dec 16, 2009 1:06:36 GMT -5
not a day goes by...• You know that saying, you don't know what you've got till it's gone? Well, everyone in the castle knew that feeling all too well nowadays. helga hadn't seen anyone laugh in what seemed ages; in reality, it was only a week ago that Salazar had left the castle. Helga hadn’t even been aware of it until a day after his departure, and she immediately regretted ever having been such an asshat to Sally- oh, there it was again. As much as she wanted to throw a cauldron at Salazar’s head and watch it explode, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit sorry for him. He’d been a scapegoat for most of his time at Hogwarts, not to mention being verbally abused by every angry individual this side of the equator. In some ways, yes, he did deserve it because he was an arrogant ass, but then, nobody ever thought he’d walk out like this.
• With Sally also went all of Rowena’s hope of Hogwarts becoming a successful school, and, not to mention, all their funding. With no money, Hogwarts was almost a guaranteed failure. Then Rowena was in a deep, deep dark hole. And Helga would most likely be down there with her. She didn’t know where Godric would go, and she didn’t want to think about it. Times were trying, to say the least. And Anatole was not helping; not only was he annoying and distinctly not useful or productive, he was just some other waste of money that drained their meagre funds even faster. Soon, everything they had worked so hard for would come crashing down on them all.
• She sighed and woke from her trance just as someone screamed. She stared through the haze of smoke that blanketed her classroom and realized it must have been another cauldron exploding. It was a common thing in her class. 7th year boys were hardly the best candidates for cooking; she mentally thanked her lucky stars every day her class ended with only minor injuries. Singed eyebrows were the most common victim; she didn’t even bother chastising them anymore. However, today, Helga was stressed out. And that meant more so that usual. So, as another cauldron sailed through the air and there was a distinct hissing of singed hair, she stood up, and stormed down the aisle amidst what looked like a war zone of shattered glasses, half-baked pies and several bent and blackened forks. There was an intermittent bat-like shrieking followed by a cauldron being thrown at someone‘s head, then the class was dismissed, and a class of 17 year old boys left with a newfound fear of their 5 foot, 100 pound Cookery teacher.
• And so Helga found herself in Rowena’s office, following right on the heels of Godric. “We need to talk,” she heard him say. She closed the door behind her, and moved toward Rowena. “Damn right we do,” she added, folding her arms over her chest and surveyed the scene sadly. Ro was a mess, Godric looked so serious it should have been physically impossible for him to hold his face like that for any longer than 3 seconds, and she realized she was staring at the last 3 founders of Hogwarts. And she realized just how grim the situation was, and her own face fell into a similar expression, and sadness and uncertainty replaced her blazing anger.
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Post by Dea on Dec 17, 2009 12:14:30 GMT -5
So go get your shovel! And we'll dig a deep hole, to bury the castle! Bury the castle!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - So go get your shovel! "We have to talk." "Damn right we do." Rowena turned to the door, to face an eerily serious Godric, and an equally serious Helga. She nodded once. "About...Money?" She said, trying very hard to stay away from 'Damn Salazar left us in the poor house god damn bastard.' Rowena sighed. "I don't suppose either of you have a secret fortune hidden away somewhere?" She sure as well didn't. Her wonderful brother lost it all somewhere one drunken night. Oh, the joys of family. Hey, Rowena. You have no money. "Damn Salazar left us in the poor house. Bastard." Well, at least she'd said it. She looked out of the one, huge window in her office. The view, at least, was pleasant. Unlike these circumstances. She turned away again, and took a seat behind her desk. She placed her head in her hands, at a complete loss of ideas. Aha. "I'm sure perhaps some of Salazar's students have enough money combined to keep us going until I figure something out...?" That was asking a hell of a lot from 97 students. They could sell silver to the Vikings? Or, perhaps they could stage a theft. No, Rowena. These people were not thieves and neither were you. Rowena then thought to herself that, the most simple plan, would be to marry someone very old and very rich. The age was merely so Rowena could be rid of him as soon as possible. She disliked this idea, however. Her face rose from her hands. "Unless you didn't want to talk about money...?" She sighed. Life was not easy. Especially when you were running a school full of incompetent youths who could barely levitate a feather without turning it yellow. Wow. How nice she was.
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Post by Haine on Dec 17, 2009 13:45:54 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW , THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! "I think we want to talk about a few things," Godric said, moving two of the old plush chairs to in front of Rowena's desk with a flick of his wand, "yet money is certainly a part of it." And with that, he sat down on the seat furthest from him, crossed his legs and began to think. Yes, such actions were possible from Godric. "I don't know about secret fortunes, yet I've got enough for us to keep going for about..."Godric paused to do some mental arithmetic here, "four months, if that. We'd really have to cut down on how much we actually spend." Who was he kidding? There was no chance in heaven or hell that anyone would be able to find a way to cut down- not by food, considering how much the students ate, and not be equipment, which the students seemed to be fond of blowing up. ... God. They really were screwed. "Can either of you think of ways to cut down in your subjects?" he asked the two hopefully.
"We can't ask just Salazar's students, as some could see it as us taking our personal feelings about what happened out on them." Godric responded to Rowena's idea. "What would we say to them anyway?" he mused, propping his head up on his hands, his arms resting on the table, "'Your head of house buggered off taking all his money with him, so you have to pay for the entire school instead?'" He poorly attempted to muffle a laugh; having imagined what it would be like trying to explain that. Instead he moved onto an easier conversation topic. "So, how's it like teaching potions?"
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Post by zara :] on Dec 17, 2009 20:12:31 GMT -5
not a day goes by... • “About… Money?” As Rowena began speaking, Godric summoned 2 chairs and sat in one in front of Rowena’s desk. As tempting as it was to sit in one, she saw as Godric sat in the furthest chair from her and she decided against it, instead looking over at Ro as she spoke. “I don't suppose either of you have a secret fortune hidden away somewhere?” Hmm. That reminded Helga about.. Something or other. Just what was it? She had some life savings which could tide the castle over for a few months, maybe 2 at the most. Her parents had disowned her after she ran away with Ro to start Hogwarts, so asking them was out of the question. “I have enough in my savings to last us for another 2 months,” she added after Godric offered his money. “So that puts us at… 6 more months, max.” She sighed; it was a grim prospect. “
•“I… I suppose we could cut Cooking out of the curriculum. That’s probably where we spend the most money, what with the replacement cauldrons and all that other stuff they break. I could teach something else, maybe Care of Magical Creatures? Or Herbology. There has to be some dangerous magical plants and animals in the Forbidden Forest the students need educating about...” She had been wanting to quit her cooking class, anyways. At first, she enjoyed it. She always enjoyed cooking. But throw in some explosions, a few 17 year old boys and many, many singed eyebrows, and it was no longer fun. In fact, she had grown to hate it. Any more of watching the kids make a mess of her classroom, and she would lose it (more than she already had). It was an idea, at least, to cut down on the spending. Maybe they could last the rest of the year if they cut cooking out of the equation.
• But not she had just willing signed up for a job where getting mutilated by an angry dragon or a vicious plant was considered a learning experience. Out of the frying pan, and into the fire. But it would be... an exciting job. And besides, she liked gardening... Just not with angry, possibly lethal, sentient plants. But returning to the task at hand, a few other cost-cutting ideas sprang to mind. Firing Anatole, firing Anatole aaaaand firing Anatole. Nope, they just went away. She looked sideways at Rowena as Godric asked how teaching Potions was going for her. Helga had a sneaking suspicion it was boring as hell, and probably very, very draining teaching 2 classes at once. Thankfully, the only thing Helga was good at was cooking, so she wasn’t in danger of having to teach any difficult subjects. She wished she could help Ro. “It must be hell,” she surmised quietly. Meanwhile, she was making plans to visit sneak back into her parents’ house to extricate the rest of her savings from the floorboards in her room where she’d hidden it. In hindsight, she realized it was stupid to not take with all her money when she left for Hogwarts. It wasn’t like she’d be going back to her house, what with her parents disowning her…
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Post by Becca on Dec 18, 2009 12:12:10 GMT -5
Pssst. This is secretly Haine on Becca's comp. Godric teaches transfiguration. x]
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Post by zara :] on Dec 18, 2009 19:49:41 GMT -5
MY BAD. I thought he taught something else.SO ANYWAYS. Fix'd.
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Post by Haine on Dec 19, 2009 11:08:57 GMT -5
DUN FACE PALMMMMM.
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Post by Haine on Dec 21, 2009 15:30:29 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW , THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! "So we've got half a year at most," Godric summarised, summoning a piece of parchment, some ink and a quill and beginning to make notes, "unless there's any other ways to get more funding." No matter how many different ways the three remaining founders said that, it didn't change the fact that they were still completely screwed. He sucked the end of his quill thoughtlessly, wondering if there was any other way possible to cut down the amount of excessive spending that went on in the castle. As much as some of the staff Anatole. Anatole. Anatole.... err... didn't really fit in at the castle, it made little sense to fire them without a useable valid reason. Cookery was out, which at least saved them some money. And then... Ooh. Idea.
"How about we get rid of potions until we get more funding?" Godric asked, now tapping the quill against the desk. It seemed to him to be quite a logical idea- without potions Rowena would be at least slightly less stressed, and a lot of funding would be saved without the constant need of ingredients. Not to mention that the castle would be saved from a few dozen explosions each day. It still seemed like the three were getting nowhere fast, even if they had managed to find some form of money saving schemes and a few sources of cash for the time being. With a small sigh of annoyance, Godric rolled up the parchment and banished it along with the ink bottle and quill that he had summoned only moments ago.
"Well," he started with a tired and weak smile, slowly standing up and walking towards the door; pausing for a moment when he was next to Helga, "We should probably let get back to what you were doing..." his voice trailed off and he proceeded to leave the classroom quietly. Upon exiting, Godric just went and and rested against the nearest wall.
Thinking certainly took a lot out of you.
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Post by zara :] on Dec 21, 2009 16:37:31 GMT -5
not a day goes by... • "Well, then I guess Potions and Cookery are out, which saves us a lot of money, but only for a while," Helga sighed. "Why the hell did Sally choose now of all times to leave?" she wondered aloud, frustrated with the way things were going. At this rate, she would be out a job, her life savings, 3 friends and a year of her life by the time she turned 19 next October. Life was juuuust peachy. She uncrossed her arms, and ran a hand through her tangled hair. She couldn't remember the last time she had such a lousy night's sleep.
• Everyone remained quiet; after a long silence, Rowena left, muttering something about Salazar. After that, she figured the meeting was officially adjourned. She felt defeated. she had wanted this school to work out as much as Rowena did, and here it was, their dreams crumbling to dust around them. Godric was the first to move after Rowena's exit. He looked drained, like Helga felt. He paused in front of her, and said slowly, "Well, we should probably let get back to what you were doing..." Helga smiled sadly, and shook her head. "There's nothing to go back to." She realized just how true her words were: she had no classes to go back to, no parents to go back to, nothing.
• Then, Godric left, and Helga slumped tired against the wall, contemplating a future without her friends, the castle, and her parents. She realized then how totally dependent she was on Rowena and her friends. Completely and utterly codependent. When did she become such a spineless coward? she wondered. She didn't have any answer for that; perhaps she had been this way her whole life, and just never noticed it until now. She sighed, and rubbed her temples. When the castle was gone, she wouldn't have anything; she'd have to take action now to ensure that sh would at least have some semblance of self-dependence to live the rest of her life without being such a leech.
• When she finally left Rowena's office, she was surprised to see Godric leaning against the corridor's walls, almost looking asleep. She leaned against the wall opposite from him, and surveyed the worried lines in his face. He didn't look like that before the whole business with a castle. The school had taken a lot out of all of them; she was surprised they still wanted to continue the school. Now that its end was imminent, though, she realized she had no plans outside of it. It was truly an all-encompassing line of work, and one she was surprised to find herself liking. She would miss it when she was gone. But one question still weighed on her mind. "Why did you give up your lifesavings for this place?" It was a surprising move on his part, and she wondered at the motived behind it.
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Post by Haine on Dec 21, 2009 16:56:45 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW , THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! "Because he's a douche," Godric replied without any proper thought. For a moment he himself was taken back by his words, usually keeping things (and language) like that in his own personal thoughts; it was highly unusual for him to let little things like that slip out. ... Well, highly unusual in any case that didn't involve Salazar. Since this did, there wasn't really much of a problem.
Slowly Godric opened his eyes and tried to push off from the wall, only to be overcome by dizziness. Even he couldn't remember the last time that he'd had a decent night's sleep. It could probably just be considered all part of the job; long hours, stress, and the chance to deal with screaming angsty students on some of the worst days of your life. At times like this, Godric really had trouble thinking of why any of the teachers still did the job, let along how any of them were still sane.
He let out a near silent moan, rubbing his eyes with the back of one of his hands, the other being used to rest his now throbbing head on. At the sound of a voice he slowly opened his eyes once more, yet made no intention to move his head. However, as crappy as he felt, Godric couldn't help but smile after recognising the voice. "Because," He answered, keeping his head up against the wall, yet now to an angle where he could see Helga, "it seemed like a smart thing to do, spending my life savings on this place. This place pretty much is my life now." Godric stayed silent for a moment, wondering how to phrase his other reasons.
"I guess I also thought about all the things that I could lose if this place were to close," he continued, his fingers now gently caressing her soft cheek. Godric soon found his old familiar smile quickly returning. "The students, I guess teaching, Ro, You..." his voice trailed off as Godric realised how long this list would actually be. When he stopped to actually think about it, there wasn't really a single thing that he could honestly say that he hated about the castle. Sure, there were a few things that he didn't like, yet never hated.
Good lord. Godric really wasn't sure that he would be prepared to say goodbye to everything in just six months. They so needed that money.
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Post by zara :] on Dec 24, 2009 0:15:07 GMT -5
not a day goes by... • She sighed, realizing Godric's answer was so similar to her own reasons for spending what little money she had on this place. "I never thought I'd come to love this place so much. I don't think I can say goodbye to this place.... or you," she added sadly as she felt his hand caress her face. She hadn't felt like crying before, but now that she thought of it, she knew she had wanted to cry the second Sally walked out those doors. And she wanted to cry even more now that she realized she'd never see Godric again once this place closed down. Her parents would haul her home, saying "I told you so," and lecturing her on responsibility. Then she'd be married off to some old man and become the orderly housewife she despised.
• Life looked so very bleak with the the castle and her friends. "I don't even know what I'm going to do after this place closes. Parents'll probably get me married off to some old man and be a housewife for the rest of my life. You can at least make something of yourself." She felt the tears roll down her cheeks, but she wiped them away angrily. Crying was so... so weak. And she needed to be strong right now and (try to) run the castle while Ro was away. She leaned into his hand, and sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm scared," she whispered. The future was a yawning pit of despair, just waiting for Helga to stumble into it.
• She realized then how lucky she was to have ever had such an opportunity. At least they'd given it a shot; nobody could say they hadn't tried. And no matter what there was down the road, this short year would always be the best of her life. Nothing else would eclipse this experience for as long as she lived. If she got married to a rich old man, she could always look back on these days, these so few short days, and smile at the fun they'd had and all the challenges they'd faced. It was fun while it lasted, she thought sadly, still trying to hold back the well of tears threatening to spill over.
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Post by Haine on Dec 28, 2009 13:01:21 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW , THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! Make something of himself? Godric held back a bitter laugh. Sure he had a few more options than Helga, yet none would be able to capture his attention the way that teaching did. Of course, he also couldn't forget his parent's never-ending questions of when, if ever, Godric was going to settle down, marry, procreate... preferably in that order, he supposed. Sometimes it really didn't seem to matter to them what their son chose to do with his life (although his father did call the teaching decision 'extremely foolish' multiple times) as long as one day they got that so desired male heir and the Gryffindor line was saved for another generation. Hell, if it was a good day, they may even get a much calmer and solemn Godric! What good fortune that would be! Yeah. Like that would ever happen. Perhaps purely out of spite Godric would travel, if the castle could not be saved. Not to mention that if he did ever have a child (which, at the moment, seemed highly unlikely), it would be a GIRL. ... God. They’d managed to get the castle six months for a start, and already he was making contingency plans.
He kissed the top of Helga’s head, then her forehead, her cheek, eventually moving down to her lips. Godric wanted to kiss the tears away, to get rid of all the sadness that was hurting her so deeply. He felt useless- the only thing that he could do this time was to just be there, and Godric prayed silently that it would be enough. “I won’t let that happen. No old men, no boring housewife stuff. We’ll see this through together, no matter what.” He said soothingly, yet his voice refused to go any louder than a barely audible near-whisper. Godric would do anything to save Helga from such a mundane life; take her travelling with him, or marry her without a minute’s thought. The girl didn’t deserve such a bland existence and Godric refused to lose her so soon.
“We’ll find a way to get the money. We won’t have to say goodbye to Hogwarts or each other, I promise.” He was probably now saying these words for himself as well as Helga. His voice was marginally louder now and shook slightly, yet the seriousness perhaps lacking in tone was clear on Godric’s face. He was also scared, yet for the moment he had to push those deep and burning feelings aside, no matter how impossible it seemed, and try to save what the four had worked so damn hard for; even if there were only two at the moment. Wasn’t Godric meant to be the brave one? After all, he’d said it enough bloody times to know that courage wasn’t the absence of fear, yet the decision that something else was more important. Helga was certainly more important. A failing school was too. All he had to do was figure out how to solve these problems.
He wasn’t sure how to go about doing it, yet the young Gryffindor certainly wasn’t going to back down after he’d given his word. He’d ask the students. He’d ask the teachers. He’d ask them to give what they could, seeing as everyone knew how deep in shit they were. Of course there was always the possibility that the kids didn’t really want an education and the staff didn’t want their jobs. In which case, so be it. They’d have six months max. Luckily for Hogwarts though, this was highly unlikely.
“Together, we’re going to save our school... right?” Trust his confidence to fail when it counts.
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Post by zara :] on Jan 3, 2010 10:18:21 GMT -5
not a day goes by... • Godric's warm lips on hers replaced all her worries with warmth and happiness for the first time in a very long while. Everything around her just fell away, and for just a moment, she could believe everything was alright. At least she didn’t feel like crying anymore. Funny how Godric made her feel better, even in the midst of this crisis. She wiped the remaining tears away, and scolded herself for being such a baby. After all, of the 4 founders that began, the smart one and the rich one had left, leaving only bravery and.... whatever Helga counted for behind. Not exactly corporate material, but they'd have to make do without brains and cash. Despite the odds, they would have to make it work, because no way in hell was she going to crawl back to her parents and tell them they were right.
• Maybe it was just Godric's unfailing optimism that was finally wearing off on her, but his words instilled hope in her. "Of course we will, even if it's out of sheer spite," she said with a smile, happy to hear her voice wasn't as shaky and weak as before. She even felt like not crying. What a breakthrough! “We’ll make it work somehow.” Now, if only she knew what the ‘somehow’ was, exactly. 6 more months… They’d last to the end of the year. They could either spend summer getting drunk and celebrating the en of Hogwarts like alcoholic hooligans, or finding another rich bastard like Salazar to fund the castle. Or some other means of cash that would get them on their feet.
• One the one hand, it was looking pretty bleak. But, on the other, she had Godric, and Godric meant optimism even in the darkest and stupidest times, a gift she herself sorely lacked. And if the castle went under, which she wouldn’t allow, she would probably not go back to her parents, nor would she marry and have annoying, bratty children. She didn’t really have any other avenues, but perhaps out of spite she would live out her days as a crazy cat lady. That would show her parents. A crazy cat lady… the title appealed to her immediately. She smiled.
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• i got a picture of you i carry in my heart i close my eyes and see it when the world gets dark got a memory of you i carry in my soul i wrap it close around me when the nights get cold •♥•
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