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Chapter 15 : Nuptuals
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A few things told him that there was something big about to happen – the grass was trimmed and the garden tended; the pile of dirty boots that used to be by the door, was gone. If it weren’t for the Burrow’s unique shape and character, Harry wouldn’t have known he was there in the first place.
The door was pulled open quickly and in the entryway stood none other than a very flustered and frantic Bill Weasley.
“Oh, thank Merlin,” he whimpered, pulling Harry and Ginny into a desperate hug. “Reinforcements!” he whispered, sounding on the verge of tears.
“Bill,” Ginny giggled as she saw Harry’s uncertainty. “You’re crushing us,” she gasped.
“S-sorry, sorry!” he stuttered as he pulled back and looked left and right frantically. “She’s had us all up since four ‘o clock!”
“In the morning?!” Harry asked. He was a little disturbed by Bill’s appearance. If the eldest – and (it had to be said) most intimidating – Weasley brother was reduced to this quivering wreck, how bad was Molly Weasley really?
Bill nodded sadly, trying to keep his bottom lip from trembling. “I’ve been insulted so many times... I don’t think I’ll ever be married anymore!” he shuddered involuntarily.
Ginny was finding it very hard to keep a straight face. Her eldest brother – the man that went into tombs filled with booby traps and deadly curses for a living – was being reduced to a blubbering idiot by none other than their own mother.
I use the term man loosely, she mentally added. Lightweight, she had to bite her lip to stop from laughing, but when she looked over at Harry, and caught sight of his terrified expression, she lost control completely and dissolved into a fit of laughter.
“What’s so funny?!” Bill shrieked. “You, of all people, know how she gets!”
Ginny stopped laughing and tutted. She grabbed Harry’s hand and squeezed it reassuringly. He returned the pressure. “You just need to know how to handle her when she’s in mother-dearest mode.”
Harry smiled at her. “Let’s get in there, then,” he prompted, having just realised how ridiculous he was being.
Bill nodded spastically. “O-okay... brace yourselves,” he almost whispered as he turned and entered the house.
Ginny winked ant Harry and pecked him in the cheek. “Stick with me, kid,” she said, nudging him in the side.
“Not a problem,” he answered seriously, causing her to snort a little.
Chaos. Organised chaos.
These were the words Harry would’ve used to describe the Weasley household later that day.
Mrs Weasley had greeted him and Ginny with the enthusiasm as the first time they’d been there together, and after she’d beamed at her daughter who was holding hands with the ‘handsome young man’ as she put it, she set them to work immediately.
All of the other brothers were there, all with the same ruffled exterior as Bill, who was apparently seen taking a bottle of amber-coloured liquid into the broom shed... three hours ago.
Fred and George, who had earlier tried to lift the spirits around the house, were stuck cleaning the bathrooms by hand, as Mrs Weasley had confiscated their wands after the second round of fireworks were set off in the kitchen.
Percy was a whole other story. Harry had made the mistake of asking him about work – even Mrs Weasley could be heard groaning audibly as he started to explain the dramatic importance of his latest task – quill sharpness. Apparently, more accidents have happened in the last decade thanks to over-sharp quills being sold to almost anybody. After Harry had recovered from his almost-comatose state, he vowed to never ask Percy about anything work-related, much to the other Weasley’s, save Mrs Weasley’s, approval.
Charlie, the second eldest, had introduced himself to Harry, and the two got along great. Harry talked to him about quidditch, dragons and of course there was the awkward ‘what-are-your-intentions-with-my-sister’ talk they’d had – much to Ginny’s embarrassment.
She and Harry were sitting with their legs crossed on the floor in the living room, writing the place-cards for the reception the following day – they’d been working for almost three solid hours.
“My hand officially died,” Ginny whimpered as she threw down her ‘fancy-handwriting’-quill. “Kiss it better?” she said softly in Harry’s ear. He chuckled softly and set down his own quill.
He took said hand in his own and raised it to his lips to kiss it quickly. “How’s that?” he asked with a playful smirk.
She pulled a face. “Oh, no. That didn’t do it, I’m afraid,” she shrugged and pouted dramatically.
Harry lifted her hand to his lips again. This time, however, he trailed kisses up her arm and paused on the top of her shoulder. “How about that?” he whispered in her ear.
“Well,” she said, clearing her throat. “The throbbing has stopped – still a bit tender, though.” She gulped audibly, biting her bottom lip.
“Oh,” Harry said softly, with a smile on his face. He ran he hand up and down her arm, only just touching her with his fingertips.
“Yeah,” Ginny managed to get out, sounding very breathless.
Harry’s face was completely serious as he inched closer to her. He dropped his head and laid a kiss in the crook of her neck, causing her to sigh softly and put her hand behind his neck. He was trailing kisses along her jaw line and she whimpered his name into his ear.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered just before capturing her lips tenderly.
She broke the kiss off after a few minutes and climbed into his lap, facing him. Her hair cascaded around their faces, creating a barrier between them and the outside world. His hands found their way up her shirt and were inching their way slowly up her back, resulting in her shuddering of pleasure.
“Harry could you -” someone said as they entered the room. “Oh, Merlin – I’m sorry!” Ron squeaked from his spot near the door and he spun around quickly while Harry and Ginny separated and stood up with lightning speed.
“Ron,” Harry sputtered, pulling his shirt straight and trying to flatten his mussed hair. Ginny was flitting her hair out of her face agitatedly, muttering something along the lines of ‘just-can’t-catch-a-break’ in disgust.
Ron turned around slowly – daring to glance carefully over his shoulder as he did so. His ears had turned to a shade of red that would put any tomato to shame. “Harry, mum’s asked me to ask you to help with molesting the gnomes -” he rushed out, but stopped mid-sentence when he realised his mistake. Soon, his face was a matching shade – if not darker – to his ears. “What I mean to say,” he said, looking at his feet, “Was that you, Harry, would help me, Ron, to get rid of the gnomes in the back garden.” He was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet with embarrassment.
“Err,” Harry was searching for something to say whilst running a hand through his unruly hair. “Sure, let me just... finish up in here, I suppose.” He paused, then added, “With the programs, and such,” after he saw Ron’s eyes narrow sceptically.
“I’ll go start with it, then,” Ron muttered as he stalked out of the room.
“I’m so sorry about that,” Ginny said, her voice muffled by the hands covering her face. “He’s not very tactful, that one.”
Harry chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around her waist. “It’s fine, really,” he said as he pulled her hands away from her face to kiss her quickly. “Besides, we can continue with this later,” he whispered in her ear and she bit her bottom lip, nodding fervently.
“So,” Ron said after a few minutes of awkward silence.
“So,” Harry echoed as he chucked a particularly feisty gnome over the fence.
“Great throw,” Ron said, sounding a bit miffed.
“Thanks,” Harry chuckled. “I guess I’m an expert when it comes to de-gnoming.”
Ron snorted. “Beginner’s luck,”
They worked in silence once again – chasing gnomes through the garden, catching them, cursing under their breath when they were bitten and throwing said gnomes as far as they could over the fence.
Though Harry found the situation extremely awkward, he couldn’t help but itch to ask the question that was hanging over them like a heavy raincloud – The metaphorical dragon in the room, if you will.
“Hey, Ron?” he asked before he could stop himself. Maybe it was the sour looks that Ron had been giving him since they met; it could’ve been the countless gnome-bites that had him suddenly very fed up.
“Harry,” Ron answered, chucking another gnome over the fence with a grunt.
“Did I do something to offend you?” Harry asked as he straightened out of his crouched position.
Ron paused briefly, but threw the gnome he was holding quickly over the fence. “I don’t know what you mean?” he said with the most innocent face he could muster. As far as he was concerned, he was being rather covert with his distaste of the man that was not ten minutes ago taking advantage of his sister – again.
“So you looking like I murdered your pet rat every time you look at me is nothing?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t own a pet rat,”
“So now you’re just acting like I killed something you don’t even own,”
“I never said that I accuse you of killing my pet,” Ron said, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about the way I look at you,” he said dismissively, waving his hand to match his remark.
Harry furrowed his brow. “See, thing is?” he started. “It does bother me, and since Ginny and I are together now, -”
“I. Don’t. Have. A. Problem,” Ron said his voice dangerously low. This was a technique he’d learnt to use on people he didn’t want to talk to. They would walk away for fear of what he was about to do to them. Harry, however, didn’t even flinch. He crossed his arms and squared his shoulders.
“Could’ve fooled me,” Harry answered dryly.
“That should tell you something, then,” Ron quipped with a smirk.
“It does, actually,” Harry said, nodding. “Tells me that you’re a horrible actor,” he shot at the red-headed man, successfully knocking the smug look off his face.
“You’re taking advantage of my sister, you prat!” Ron spat out. “She’s taken already, so you’d do well to back off -”
“Taken?” Harry interrupted, taking a step back.
“Yes, taken,” Ron said slowly, annunciating the word perfectly.
Harry shook his head. “You’re lying – she wouldn’t... She’s with me,”
“She’s with Dean,” Ron said with a smile – he thought the argument was won.
“She wanted you to talk to me about that?” Harry asked with a frown.
“Ginny doesn’t know what she wants,” Ron said dismissively.
Harry, without any warning, burst out laughing much to Ron’s dismay.
“What are you laughing at!?” Ron asked in outrage. “I want you out of her life!”
Harry walked towards him. He had to look up to meet Ron’s twitchy glare, but he couldn’t care less. “I don’t particularly care what you want, mate,” he said without blinking. “If you want your sister to be unhappy with a man that called her a slut in broad daylight? Fine, but ultimately, that decision remains hers.” he gestured towards the rickety house. “Not yours.”
Ron’s mouth was opening and closing silently, his eyes wide. “He wouldn’t call her that,” he forced out.
Harry gave a humourless chuckle. “Of course. I take it he left out that part when he came to ask you to talk her into getting back with him?”
Ron shook his head.
“I’d re-evaluate my plan of action if I were you.” Harry said as he turned himself to the house. He dropped his hands to his sides – they were shaking with rage, so he shoved them into his pockets to hide them from anyone who might have been watching – unfortunately for Ron, however, Hermione who’d come out to call them in for supper, stood watching with her arms crossed and head shaking slowly for left to right.
“What do you mean you only had Ginny’s best interest at heart?!” Hermione hissed at Ron just outside the backdoor.
It was the day of George’s wedding, and she was supposed to be straightening his tie, but she had taken to resting her hands on her hips – she was finding it rather hard to not strangle her boyfriend with his own bow-tie.
“I thought -” he began, but Hermione cut across him quickly.
“Oh, really?!” Hermione said exasperatedly. “What, that you’d have a talk with Harry, use the ‘I’m taller-and-therefore-you-have-to-listen-to-me’ technique and he’d back off out of fear and Ginny’d just run back to Dean with open arms?”
Ron flushed red. He hated when Hermione was cross with him; she had a way of making you feel incredibly stupid when she recited what she thought you had been doing... well... in his case... exactly what he’d been doing.
“I didn’t know, love,” he tried, throwing a term of endearment in there to try and soften her up.
“You didn’t know that messing with someone else’s problems without their knowledge of it was moronically idiotic? Have you any idea what Ginny would feel like if she found out?”
Ron stared at a patch of dry grass by his feet, shaking his head in defeat. “I s’pose Harry’s gone and told her, right?” he asked bitterly.
Hermione sighed heavily and turned her back to Ron. “He told me not to worry about it – that he understands,” she was clearly trying to hide the fact that she was impressed by Harry’s choice to move on with a tone of irritation.
In truth, she was struggling to figure out which of the two she felt most at the whole situation herself. Was she irritated or impressed? Irritated more by the fact that he was backing down when he clearly wasn’t the one at fault, or impressed that he wasn’t about to make a scene at George and Angelina’s wedding. She was, for the first time in her life, undecided.
“I’m going to vomit,”
“Take a deep breath,”
“If I take any more deep breaths I’m going to pass out,”
“It can’t be that bad,”
“Oh, I’m sorry; clearly you must’ve forgotten your wedding ring at home, seeing as you must’ve gone through this on your own!”
“Angelina, calm down,”
“What if he isn’t there when I walk up the aisle?”
“We’ll track him down and drag him there by his hair,”
“You’re not helping with your sarcasm, Ginny,”
“Who said I was being sarcastic, Hermione,”
“What if I trip on my own dress and make a fool out of myself in front of both our families?”
“Oh, ca -”
“If any of you tell me to calm down one more time, I’m using the killing curse at my own wedding,”
Hermione sputtered. “Which is why I was trying to tell you to... err... call in a bottle of Firewhiskey,” she chuckled nervously, Ginny barely covered her amused snort behind her.
“And drink on an empty stomach?!” Angelina squawked.
Ginny rolled her eyes. “It’s almost time to get going,” she said, checking the clock. “Hermione, you should go and find your seat so long, me and Angelia will be right behind you.”
Hermione nodded, looking grateful at being released. She was almost out of the door when Ginny grabbed her arm, pulling her aside.
“Do you know if something’s going on with Harry?” she asked, worry creasing her brow.
“Well, he’s probably sitting with two strangers at the moment -”
“I’m being serious, Hermione,” Ginny said anxiously. “After he and Ron were done with the Gnomes last night he was so distant with me,”
“Probably because he had to share a room with Ronald because your mother didn’t want him anywhere near yours?”
Ginny shrugged in a way that expressed her discomfort. “He was with me until early this morning – don’t look at me like that, we just talked – so it can’t be that.”
Hermione felt an uneasy tug of guilt at her stomach.
Ginny, having noticed her pulling a face, immediately caught on. “You do know something!”
“We’re going to be late,”
“We are not leaving until you tell me, Hermione Granger,”
“Tell that to your over-anxious soon-to-be sister in law,” Hermione said. They both looked over Ginny’s shoulder at Angelina, who had taken to pacing in front of the mirror.
Ginny bit her lip and looked at Hermione, who looked worried for Angelina’s mental wellbeing. “Fine, but Hermione... You’d tell me if something was... well if you heard Harry saying anything...”
Hermione pulled Ginny into a sisterly hug. “Now you listen to me,” she said softly, pulling back and holding Ginny at arm’s length. “Harry’s fine – he’d tell you if anything was wrong. Just give him some time; I’m sure he’ll come around.”
Ginny breathed deeply, trying to shake the worry out of her limbs. “You’re right,” she said, shaking her head. “He’d tell me,”
“That settles it, I can’t do this!” Angelina wailed, frantically trying to get out of her dress.
“I’d get some calming draught into her as soon as possible,” Hermione said, turning around. “I’ll try and stall the ceremony -”
“You will do no such thing,” the solid form of Mr Johnson chuckled as he stepped into the room. “We’ll be right down.”
Harry was in two minds at that stage. On the one hand, he was still a little miffed at Ron, who shot guilty looks towards him every five minutes or so because of what they’d said yesterday. On the other, he was feeling very awkward where he sat.
The wedding and reception were to be held in a tent that he, along with the Weasley brothers, had set up the day before.
People were streaming in and seats were filling up fast. Harry had recognized a few face and met a whole lot of new ones – the most interesting being Gideon and Fabian Prewett, or the original Weasley twins as Mrs. Weasley had called them when she introduced them to him.
Apparently, when Tonks and Remus had gotten around their issues of not being together, they tended to make a person feel quite left out.
After the very awkward sleeping arrangements Mrs Weasley had devised, Harry had been looking forward to spending the day with Remus and Tonks – they were currently part of the group of people he could talk to without things being awkward or feeling too forced – ‘were’ of course, being the most important part of that statement.
So there he was, arms crossed and body leaned far away as possible from the couple that were kissing each other whenever they weren’t breathing (in other words... a lot).
That was when Hermione caught his eye and raised her eyebrows at him questioningly.
He looked at the pretzel that used to be Remus and Tonks and stared back at her with wide eyes – a plea for help.
She covered her mouth with her hand while her shoulders shook with her silent laughter. She nodded towards the empty chair beside her and raised her eyebrows.
He was about to jump out of his seat and rush over to her when he remembered that her boyfriend wasn’t exactly one of his biggest fans at the moment. He nodded in Ron’s direction and shook his head.
She rolled her eyes, waving a hand dismissively. She patted the chair and turned back to the front – giving him the final choice.
He was intending on staying in his seat, truly he was, but when Tonks started giggling like a schoolgirl, drawing half of the congregation’s attention to where they were sitting, he quickly stood up and made his way over to where Hermione was sitting.
She looked up when he sat down and smiled. “Glad you could join me,”
“Believe me, so am I,” he said with a sigh and she laughed.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, before she started fidgeting in her chair, shooting furtive glances to the back of the tent where the wedding was about to be held.
“Something wrong?” he asked when she turned around for what must have been the tenth time.
Her shoulders sagged and an embarrassed smile broke her serious expression. “What gave me away?” she giggled.
He shrugged, unbuttoning his jacket so that he was a bit more comfortable. “Besides you wriggling around in your chair the whole time?”
She giggled and fell against the back of her chair. “The bride was having a mental breakdown,” she explained. “And since I’m not a bridesmaid -”
“I was wondering about that,”
She sighed and smiled. “I’m not technically family yet -”
“At least you’re accepted,” he said with a shrug, patting her knee before folding his hands in his lap.
She sighed. “And you’re not?”
He looked at her with his eyebrows raised. “You’re seriously asking that question?”
She rolled her eyes, thinking of Ron’s lack of tact, before looking at George who was laughing at something Fred must’ve said – judging by Ron’s expression, it had been at his expense. “You see Georgy over there?”
Harry nodded, suddenly confused at her track of thought.
“Well, see, technically it was Fred that asked Angelina out first,” she chuckled amusedly. “They tell the story much better – teenaged love and all that – but what it all boils down to this: Sure Fred was a bit cross with George for getting the girl, and sure things were a bit stiff around here because they weren’t speaking to each other for weeks, but Fred got over it, and he and George are thick as thieves to this day.”
“I remember that,” Harry chuckled. “Probably the only week in history when the Weasley-twins weren’t in detention.”
“You see where I’m going with this?” she prompted, nudging him in the rib gently.
“I have some long-lost twin that’s going to take Ginny from me?” he asked with a smirk, earning him a much harder elbow to his side.
Once he was able to sit upright again and she’d apologised profusely through her laughter, he looked at Ron, directing his words at her. “We were never friends, though,” he shrugged. “I was probably the most gutless git in our year -”
“I don’t understand,” she said, crossing her legs.
“You know how Draco used to make fun of him and his family all the time?”
“How could I not,” she answered bitterly.
He flinched at her dark tone of voice. “I just... stood there every time and did nothing. Every fibre in my being told me to say something – make Draco stop -”
“You were young, Harry,”
“Thank you for trying to defend me, but I was a gutless flobberworm, and you know it.”
She nodded and tried to suppress a smile.
He chuckled. “This is usually the part where the other person defends the one wallowing in self-pity,” he said, acting as if it hurt him deeply.
Ron was looking at Harry laughing at something Hermione had just said, and he couldn’t help but feel guilt eating at his insides for the umpteenth time that day.
He’d planned to apologise when they woke up that morning, but Harry was already downstairs with Ginny and he couldn’t bring himself to do it in front of her – she’d only just started looking at him without any disappointment in her eyes.
“You’d swear he was infatuated with the man, ey Freddie?”
“Aye, he’s had that dying-deer-expression on ever since he laid eyes on him, Georgy”
“Would you two cut it out already?” Ron snapped, shaking his head.
“Whoa there, little brother,” George said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, we know you only have eyes for little Hermione over there,” Fred said earnestly. “Nothing wrong with checking out the menu... even if you’re considering cannibalism,”
George frowned at this. “What my friend with the incredibly handsome face here is trying to say, is: What’s eating you little brother?”
Ron shook his head. “I stuck my nose in where it didn’t belong, and now Hermione is cross with me, Harry probably hates my guts, and Ginny is going to end up in Azkaban for my murder. Also I’m taller than you two, so stop with the little,”
Fred’s brow creased, ignoring the last bit. “Let me get this straight,” he said confusedly. “You tried to talk Harry out of his relationship?”
“After we advised you to not do so?” George interjected, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Hermione already chewed me out over it, so don’t make a fuss,” Ron said, sighing.
“I take it things didn’t go well?” George asked with a smirk.
Ron shook his head. “Apparently Dean said some things in the heat of the moment that quite put Ginny off him for good -”
Fred’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What did he say?”
“Easy there, Freddie,” George said with a restraining hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We’ll take care of that after the better looking one of us is hitched,”
“I’m getting married!?” Fred said in mock horror, earning him a punch from George and a chuckle from Ron.
“I already handled it, so don’t worry,” Ron said with a weak smile, rubbing his bruised knuckles.
“Here they come!” an excited voice exclaimed from the audience and the violins began to play. George let out the breath that he was holding without knowing it and a giant grin was plastered to his face.
“- take Angelina Johnson as your lawful wedded wife. To serve and protect, to love and to cherish, and remain faithful to as long as you both shall live?”
“You’d better believe it!” George exclaimed, causing the audience to chuckle.
The minister smiled at them as he took out his wand. “Then, by the power vested in me by the Ministry of Magic, Britain, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” he waved his wand and two golden bands appeared on both George and Angelina’s left ring-fingers. They both broke out into a wide grin.
“Well, can I kiss her now?” George immediately asked the tall minister, not taking his eyes off his new bride’s face.
There was a slight chuckle from the audience once again.
“I don’t see why not,” the minister smiled.
“I’ve been waiting to do this all morning,” George said with a heavy sigh, still grinning.
Fred nodded earnestly. “It’s true, folks, he even tried using me as an alternative,”
Almost everyone in the tent laughed... all except Mrs Weasley, who tutted disapprovingly, but Harry swore he could see the corner of her mouth twitching upwards.
“If I have to wait for you to kiss me, it’ll probably never happen!” Angelina said in mock disapproval and she pulled George towards her, wrapping her hands around his neck and kissing him, the crowd erupted into applause, cat-calls and assorted whistles.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I have the esteemed pleasure of introducing Mr and Mrs George Weasley!” the minister called from the front and the applause doubled in volume as the entire congregation stood up out of their chairs.
Hermione – who’d been crying all through the vows – caught Ron’s eyes. He mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ and smiled weakly. She nodded and mouthed ‘I love you’ back. Their exchange was interrupted when Fred elbowed him and began speaking to him.
Hermione saw Harry looking at Ginny, a faint smile on his face.
She wrapped her hands around his arm. “She really likes you, you know,” she said so that only he could hear her.
He laughed softly. “I really like her too,” he answered.
“Then why do you seem worried?” she asked with a frown.
“I think that Ron’s words took me a bit off guard, is all,” he shrugged.
She squeezed his arm gently. “He isn’t that guy, Harry,”
“What guy?” he asked, looking puzzled.
“The kind of guy that would make his sister break off her relationship to be with someone that makes her unhappy,” she answered simply.
He sighed. “Dean’s his friend, I get that -”
“Dean also isn’t here,” she pointed out.
Harry frowned and looked around in search of the figure he threatened not too long ago. Instead of seeing him, however, all he found was the muddled group of guests congratulating the newlyweds.
“Ron went to his house last night – forbade him to come today,” she explained.
“I thought he was George and Fred’s friend too?” He asked.
She nodded. “For now, anyway. I doubt calling their sister a slut will leave him in their good graces. To tell you the truth, Ron would have been furious at you for not hitting him with your explosion charm, if I wasn’t yelling at him – hell, I was mad at you for not at least hitting him.”
Harry shook his head. “I thought -”
“- that the family would choose him over you by default?” she prompted and he nodded. “Ginny has never cared what they think, anyway; but even if she did, they wouldn’t judge you without trying to get to know you first – and let me tell you – you are way ahead in the race at this stage.”
Harry nodded absently, not knowing what to say. “Thanks, Hermione,” he managed and she squeezed his arm again.
“I’m going to find Ron – are you going to be alright?” she asked and he chuckled.
“Here comes Ginny, so I’ll be fine,”
Let me just start out with a WHOOP WHOOP 7000 READERS!!! Thank you all for sticking with Contradiction!
Secondly, wow, really tough chapter to get right, a lot of hop-skip-and-jumping through scenes in there – I’m still a bit unsure, so drop a review if you have any thoughts.
And finally, the next chapter is going to be the reception, so please bear with me!
Quick shout out: To queenwombat: A longer chapter as promised, hope I'm on the right track?
And then to theblacksisters: Gideon and Fabian! I reaslise I promised you a few more characters and the interaction was limited to a description, but all in good time!
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