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Chapter 7 : Dreams in the Hospital Wing
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"Mirabelle, hurry up."
"I'm sorry, Sirius." I grumbled sarcastically, "I'll consider hurrying up when you've climbed a mud-drenched hill in two inch heels, alright?"
"Sorry, heels aren't my kind of shoe, to be honest. Throw off my impeccable balance and they clash with everything I wear." He retorted shrewdly.
"I'll keep that in mind," I muttered, concentrating on digging my shoes out of the soaking wet earth currently trying to swallow me whole.
"C'mon," he laughed, helping me out of the hole I'd gotten stuck in. "It's not so far off, see?"
I glared at the massive stone manor on top of the hill. Why the Lestranges had to live on top of a bloody mountain I would never understand. And why Sirius had insisted we sneak away from the party together and into the village below was something I understood but chose not to ponder, as it might soften me up.
"Aw, Mir," his tone was teasing. "I thought you liked ditching the purebloods for quality time with me."
I didn't respond, I just glowered at my gorgeous best friend. Why did he have to be so infuriatingly adorable? If he were ugly, at least I could stand a shot at resisting him. If I didn't lose myself in those deep blue pools he called eyes I might be semi-coherent.
"I- I do," I stammered when I got ahold of myself. "But my mother's going to kill me when she see's what's become of my dress." I looked mournfully down at my mud-soaked hem. My mother adored this gown on me, she'd been cooing about it for two weeks now. I shuddered to think what she'd do when she saw what I did to it.
He laughed, "No argument there. But don't worry, I'll protect you."
My heart jolted into my throat. I knew it was stupid to react this way, like always but I couldn't help it. Even if it was something a boy would do for his little sister -which is basically what I was to Sirius-it still sent a thrill through me to hear it. It meant that he cared.
"She'll murder me still. Whether it's before or after she magically tidies my dress up is still up for debate."
He surveyed me, " 'S not that bad."
"Are you blind?"
"No, I'm lying to reassure you. It's what best friend do."
"So what are you going to do when your best friend is Avada Kedavra-ed by her psycotic mother?"
"Give a pretty speech at your funeral," he said it like a question.
I glared at him, which only made his ridiculous grin widen.
But he didn't have time to insist it was a joke because someone had come outside.
"Oi! Black, Echols, where the hell've you been? You done snogging yet? Because your mums' are both looking for y-" Rabastan broke off when he got an eye full of my mud-drenched gown. "Ooooh-ho, your mum's gonna kiiiill you." He started to laugh.
"Piss off, Lestrange," Sirius glowered.
"What's got you in a strop?" Rabastan asked, still chuckling at my appearance.
"The fact that we got caught in the rain funny to you?"
"It didn't rain."
"Yes it did, bat dung," Sirius lied.
I hid my confusion well but inside I was asking a million questions per nanosecond. Why was Sirius acting like this? What was his problem? And why the hell did he lie about the rain?
"No," Rabastan insisted. "If it rained you'd be wet."
" 'S called a drying charm."
"You can't do magic outside of school."
"You can when your godfather is the head of the Improper Use of Magic Office," Sirius countered. This was actually true.
"Then why don't you clean her dress?" He was clever, I had to admit.
But Sirius had an answer for this one too. " 'Cause I don't abuse the priviledge, thickhead. If I did I'd lose it."
Rabastan was going to say something but I interrupted. "Can we just go inside, please? It's getting chilly and I'd like to get this over with, if you don't mind."
Neither looked at me- too busy glowering eye daggers at each other- but they both shrugged unwillingly and started to walk inside.
I sighed and trudged behind them in my nearly crippling heels.
Boys could be so wierd.....
"Mirabelle?" a voice poked me out of my slumber. "Ms. Echols, can you hear me? Ms. Echols? Mira?"
It was as my mind labored to identify the voice's owner that I noticed my head was throbbing. I attempteed a groan but nothing happened. I tried to open my eyes but they felt glued shut.
"Ms. Echols, if you can hear me, move your fingers," the voice commanded.
I was able to register that the voice belonged to a female and that I'd heard it before on several occasions. I was also able to process the fact that I'd been given an order and should probably -for once in my stubborn existance- obey it. What I was not able to do was move any part of my body, much less my fingers.
I couldn't even activate my vocal chords to tell the woman this, all I could do was lie there like a statue. I knew I was inside my body but I couldn't feel it. I couldn't locate anything useful it was like my brain had been detached from everything else. Not even a toe would twitch for me.
I figured as long as I was physically inept I should concetrate on remembering how I'd gotten this way to begin with but my mind struggled.
I vaguely remembered something about brooms and... that was all I could come up with. Brooms.
Well, at least it was a fairly good clue. I could only think of two ways to end up in the hospital wing due to brooms. I either knocked myself out shagging in a broom closet or fell off my broomstick during a Quidditch game.
I didn't know which option was more embarassing, to be honest.
I always prided myself on being an excellent flier. Just as good, if not better, than my brothers and every other cocky male who felt the need to challenge a girl's ability- particularly mine. To be thrown off my broom would be beyond mortifying.
Nor did I particularly fancy being caught like some common slag in a broom closet with Merlin only knows who. Though, it didn't really sound like something I'd do so I figured it was the first scenario.
I mentally groaned and, unexpectedly, located my mouth.
"She's awake!" another familiar voice exclaimed in relief and delight.
I groaned again, as more of my memory invaded and questions began to form. How long had I been out? Had I caught the snitch? Did Sirius-?
"Longbottom better hide," a male voice growled through gritted teeth.
"He was doing his job, Everett," a methodical voice reminded him.
"Bullshit." He retorted, "The git deliberately aimed for her head. He's damn lucky Madame Pomfrey saved her or I'd be planning to do much more than use him as a punching bag."
"Forget punching," another female voice said fiercely. "I'm using him to perfect my hexing skills."
"Mira," the first voice said sternly- ignoring all the rest. I had a feeling this was on purpose. "Mirabelle open your eyes if you can."
I tried but my lids still weren't obeying me.
When I attempted to tell her this, all I could do was groan. It seemed that my mouth was not cooperating entirely.
"What's wrong with her? Why can't she do anything?" a new voice inquired anxiously.
"It's just the spell," the first voice told him simply. "She'll be a little sluggish for a few hours."
"Longbottom dies, tonight," the growling male voice announced.
"Calm down, Ev," the methodical voice ordered.
I worked to get my eyes open and got a rush of excitement as they fluttered. It wasn't total control yet but at least it was something. I continued to listen to the voices and eventually gathered what happened to me.
Oh. The Gryffindor match.
I groaned again, remembering exactly what happened to me.
I'd gotten hit by an effing Bludger and, from what I'd gathered from Everett's declarations, Frank Longbottom was the culprit. I felt sad as I registered this. Frank was a nice bloke and we'd always gotten on rather well but no doubt he- like his girlfriend- believed I was the whore who broke the heart of Sirius Black. (Puh-lease. Like that sod had a heart to begin with.) I wasn't angry though- he was doing his job after all- just sad. Frank had always been such a clever bloke, it upset me to know that such a ridiculous rumor could penetrate even his good sense.
I have no idea how much time passed but after what seemed like ages I regained control of my body. I didn't even realize it at first- I was too intent on the conversation around me, figuring out who was there (the entire Ravenclaw Quidditch team plus Leo, it seemed)- but in my impatience to be able to talk for myself I'd subconciously tapped my fingers and left foot. With a thrill, I tried to open my eyes once more.
This time, it worked.
"You know, I'd give a whole sack of galleons to see Potter get his arse kicked by Hufflepuff on Friday."
"You and me both," I croaked, without thinking.
Everyone around me gasped in shock. A few even exclaimed my name in their surprise.
"What happened?" I asked, not waiting for the flood of questions they were bound to ask about my well-being.
"Um... You got knocked out by a Bludger and it shattered your collarbone," Nora told me.
I rolled my eyes, not without effort. "Yeah, I gathered that from listening to you lot chat your bloody heads off for the past hour. And, by the way, you all talk alot. But I meant who won the match." My heart pounded hopefully, I'd been so close to the snitch.
Everyone of them became instantly uncomfortable.
"Dammit," I muttered. Their silence was enough of an answer.
"David's up at the Headmaster's office requesting a rematch."
"Dammit, dammit, dammit." I'd really wanted to see the fallen look on Potter's face for the next week after I caught the snitch and, after all that, they'd won.
"I think we'd better go up and help him," Gabe told suggested. "Also, he wanted to know if you woke up."
"Go. I'm fine," I insisted.
"I think I'll go as well," Arina announced.
"Me too," Leo agreed, standing.
The three of them pulled Everett with them, promising me that they wouldn't let him hunt down Frank Longbottom and beat him to a pulp and then they disappeared into the corridor.
I sighed and then winced. It hurt.
"Don't worry about the game, Mir," Nora told me. "Haze only caught it because her boyfriend knocked you off your broom. You weren't even unconcious until after Professor Dumbledore saved you. They won on technicality because she caught it after the time out was called anyway."
I wasn't unconcious? Huh. I had no recollection of that. All I remembered was that God forsaken Bludger hitting me and everything just going black.
"Sirius was pissed." Lena added quietly. Which is a rare volume for Kathlena Prewett. "He nearly killed Longbottom after they carried you off."
"Rabastan wasn't too happy either," Nora said nodding in agreement with Lena's statement.
"What?" I was astonished at both of these declarations.
"Yeah," Lena told me, "Rabastan and about half the Slytherins waited, with us, outside the hospital wing for ages-"
"- and so did Sirius, Remus and even Frank. He feels awful," Nora grimaced.
"Needless to say it was a little more than tense."
"And then, Madame Pomfrey told us that she was only going to let a few people in."
"We all argued and she finally said that only the team and Leo could come."
"The Ravenclaws," I murmured.
"Exactly," they both agreed.
"Bet that went over well," I attempted a smile halfheartedly as I rested my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes again. I wasn't even going to try and sort out the tangle of questions tonight, my brain was too sluggish. I didn't even care if my eyes disobeyed me again and refused to reopen, I needed something else to think about.
"Oh yes," Lena said, scathing sarcasm dripping from her words. "Because Slytherins and Gryffindors are just so blastedly pleasant when they don't get their way."
"Especially when they're both wanting the same thing and the only thing in their way is each other," Nora added.
"Miss Echols," a voice said before I could answer.
My eyes fluttered open again and I saw Madame Pomfrey bussling towards me, a potion in hand. I surpressed another groan, I hated potions. But there was no arguing with the school nurse, I'd learned that the hard way. So I didn't even try, this time. I just gulped it down and grimaced. She gave me a bit of chocolate to wash it down and then another potion.
"And take this on, as well." She told me, producing a smaller vile. "It's a mild sleeping potion, you need your rest. And you'll be staying the night here."
This time I groaned, not even hiding my distaste for the wretched idea.
"I know, but it's nessecary. If all goes well and you behave, you should be out by tomorrow evening." She told me, then turned to Kat and Nora. "You two should go eat dinner now. She's not going anywhere."
None of us found her comment amusing but my two best friends rose and with small waves and looks of sympathy, they left.
I downed the vile of potion in one swig- surprised that the taste and texture were actually pleasant for once. And, within minutes, I drifted into a blissfully dreamless sleep.
The last thing I saw behind my lids was the glorious face of Sirius Black.
So, it turns out that, when you disobey Madame Pomfrey, you get stuck in the hospital wing from hell for much longer than originally planned. I got out of my bed once (to go to the bathroom I might add) and- now a week later- I'm sitting in a bed with Kathlena's ominoculars watching the Gryffindor/Hufflepuff game from a distance. I can hear Leo pretty clearly, announcing each play with his natural finesse, but I wanted to watch the action as well.
It was strange not to be there, among the crowds of babbling students, climbing the stands, inhaling the crisp morning air and waving the flag of the house we were routing for. And it was also beyond weird to be routing against Sirius. But was I ever.
I wanted my rematch so bad I could taste it. I also wanted that Cup as well, it would restore some of my lost diginity and possibly get the ruddy Gryffindors to shut up.
And, at this point if the love of my life/bane of my existence had to lose in order for this to happen I was perfectly fine with that.
So there I was, alone in the hospital wing, cheering on the Hufflepuffs.
"Aw, c'mon, Stebbins! Get your bloody arse to the post! You're s'posed to be blocking the Quaffle not ogling Haze! Dammit!" I growled in annoyance as Leo announced Gryffindors goal. A few minutes later I was once again infuriated by the lack of focus of the Hufflepuff's boys, "Fletcher, get your smarmy hands on the fucking Qua-! Dammit."
"My, my, Miss Echols. What would your mother do if she heard such language from her little girl?"
My head whipped around too fast and the room had to stop spinning before I could bring Rabastan into focus. He looked wonderful. How was it that every time he came to visit me he looked better and I felt grungier? It was hardly fair.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, smiling despite my confusion. "Shouldn't you be at the match? Sizing up the competition?"
He laughed and shook his head, "I'm not worried about Hufflepuff and I already know every washed up move the Gryffindors have. Plus, I just kept thinking that you were up here all alone."
"I usually am," I teased. "Well, unless someone has a bad reaction to the pudding at dinner."
"Well, I couldn't very well leave my girl up here all by herself while the whole ruddy school is out there now could I?"
I laughed but it sounded fake even to my own ears. I felt a mix of unease, displeasure and embarassment at the same moment that a thrill shot through me and my breath caught in my throat. It was beyond baffling.
How could you detest something so thoroughly and yet fancy someone who stood for it? How could you fancy someone when you were hopelessly in love with someone else? And how the hell could you be mind-blowingly in love with one person and still hate them with every cell in your body?
"Hellooo," Rabastan's deep chortled brought me out of my reverie. "Earth to Bee? You in there somewhere?"
I gave him a look somewhere between a glare and a smile. "Yeah, just thinking."
"Ooo, dangerous. Don't let Madame Pomfrey know you're taking that kind of risk or you'll be in her for the next month and a half."
I laughed but swiftly punched his arm.
"Ouch!" he grinned. "That actually hurt, Bee."
I rolled my eyes, seriously doubting that but replying with, "That was the idea, Bas."
He grinned and then fought to make his face serious. "I came all the way up to see you- rescue you from the acute pain of loneliness-"
I mock-scoffed, fighting the smile trying to curl my lips. "I'd rather that than the acute pain in my arse I've got now."
He pouted, looking hurt, but I could see the amusement burried deep in those smoldering eyes. "Ouch! You're vicious today! I even brought you a present and everythi-"
"Ooo, a present?"
Laughing at my eagerness he rolled his eyes. "It's like dangling a shiny new toy in front of a five year old."
Though it was true, I took my chance to pout. "If you came up here to cheer me up you're doing a horrible job, Lestrange."
He groaned and threw his hand to his forehead in a very damsel-in-distress type of way, yelling (in falsetto, I might add), "Not the surname!"
I rolled my eyes and fought my smirk, still attempting to pout. "Do I get my present or not?" I demanded, unable to keep the smirk hidden any longer.
"Yes, but only because you're crippled."
"I'm not crippled!" I made a swipe at him.
"Alright! You're not a cripple," he ducked, laughing at my pathetic attempts to smack him. Stupid Quidditch reflexes.
Mine were appearantly nonexistant these days as; One- I hadn't been able to dodge that damn Bludger and, Two- I couldn't even smack this adorable Slytherin boy bent on teasing me this afternoon.
"Do you want your present?"
"Then you're going to have to behave."
"And that means listening to Madame Pomfrey too. No more disregard for rules. We've got a patrol together next week and I'd like it if you'd actually be there."
My heart stuttered as my stomach sunk. What the hell was wrong with me?
"Alright," I groaned- pretending not to notice my body's overreaction.
I rolled my eyes, "Swear."
"Cross your heart and-"
"Yes, okay! Just give me the damn gift!"
He laughed with me, "Alright, alright. You pureblood birds are so pushy!"
I really didn't know how to respond to that so I just glared.
He grinned wickedly and then, finally, pulled something out of this bag. Two things actually. The first item was my favorite candy, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and the second was a small velvet box. A jewlery box.
"Open it," he urged, pushing the box into my hand.
I held my breath. Genuinely terrified of what was inside- not because I suspected anything sinister but because I suspected something sparkly. And, of course, I was right. The diamond earings caught in the sunlight outside the window of the hospital wing as my fellow Hogwartians cheered about something on the Pitch. I paid them no mind.
Infact, I didn't even notice until Rabastan said, "Damn. Looks like Gryffindor won the match."
My head whipped towards the field- momentarily horrified by something other than the gift I was just given- Leo was commenting on Alice Haze's victory lap in a flat tone and wondering aloud how she could sleep at night knowing she'd only caught the snitch last match on a technicality.
I laughed, despite my chagrin, loving Leo more than ever for that comment.
Rabastan sighed, "Looks like Gryffindor's still in for the Cup then."
"I'll fix that," I growled.
"Easy, tiger," Rabastan laughed. "You've got to get out of here first."
I didn't respond, choosing instead to glower at the stone wall acrossed from me and imagine slamming James Potter's head into it.
"So, do you like them?"
"Like what?" I asked brought away from my fantasy of bludgeoning Potter to death.
He chuckled."Your present," he prompted, "what do you think?"
My stomach heaved as I eyed the pair of diamond earrings nestled in velvet. What did I think?
Well, I thought it was ridiculous. Too extravigant. I felt like he was trying to buy me with them. I wondered if they were normal or if they had some sort of magical significance and, if so, I made a mental note to find out what that was. The last thing I needed was to wear earrings that doubled as a moniter- a tracking device, a way of keeping tabs on me. I wondered if perhaps their magic was about finding out how loyal I really was, who I talked to, who my friends were, who their parents were. Was this something my parents had put him up to? Or was were these just simply him wanting to monitor my every move? And, with that, I realized I was suspicious of them. Suspicious of him.
This, admittedly, made me feel marginally better about myself. I'd been so worried about liking Rabastan. Worried that I was, indeed- with the departure of Sirius- becoming one of them. I didn't want to fancy or even befriend a Death Eater. It was nice to know that, despite Rabastan's charms, I was still me. I was still smart enough not to trust him implicitly.
"They're too expensive. You're mad," I told him honestly.
He laughed. "But do you like them?"
I studied the glittering diamonds. The were beautiful, I suppose, in a generic way. There wasn't really anything remarkable about them- I could probably name at least ten girls in our family circle who owned an identical pair (one being Rosalie). This made my suspisions grow but I was a very good actress, allowing nothing to betray me.
Instead I lied. "They're spectacular. I love them," I beamed at him winningly. "So, what's the occasion?" I inquired shrewdly. Maybe he'd simply tell me what he was up to, save me the trouble.
"Do I need an occasion?"
I laughed but it was entirely artificial. "Yes."
He grinned wickedly, "I was in Hogsmeade and-"
"How were you in Hogsmeade? We haven't had a trip yet. "
His eyes glimmered with a secret, "I have my ways."
I gulped, trying to force the knot in my throat down. I had a very bad feeling about his "ways" but I didn't press this. I doubted that I really wanted to know at this point. "Alright, I'm not going to ask. So, go on- you were in Hogsmeade."
He grinned wider. "Right, so I was in the village and I walked into this shop and it was Madame Moeller's Magical Jewels. And I saw these and thought of you. Figured they'd cheer you up a bit."
Was he lying or telling the truth? It was exceedingly difficult to read him- he was a good actor, as well. But, for the time being I told myself I was being paranoid and stupid. Maybe he really had just wanted to cheer me up with such an extravagant gift. (The rich could afford to do this- as I should know.)
Or maybe cheering you up isn't the only thing he's getting at, a voice in the back of my head suggested.
My breath caught in my throat at this wild theory and I desperately beat it back. Rabastan Lestrange was not courting me. It wasn't possible. I was a stupid, silly girl to even think about that.
I had to swallow hard, again before I coulod speak. "Are they magic?"
"Of course," he laughed. "What kind of question is that? You think I'd buy you Muggle jewlery?" His nose wrinkled at the thought.
"Well! I had to check!" I forced an airy laugh. "So what do they do? Change colors with my mood?" I teased.
He gave me a disparaging look and said, "No. They don't not change colors." He followed this with an eye roll. "They show the wearer want they want."
"I dunno how it works! I haven't tried them one," he laughed. "But Madame Moeller told me that when you wear them you just automatically know the deepest most passionate desires of your heart. What you want most."
"Does it show you how to get it?" I detected the lie. My bullshit alarm was wailing inside my head but I tried not to let it show.
He smiled crookedly and shrugged. "Like I said before, I haven't tried them on."
And it was then that I made a silent vow that- as long as I could possibly help it- I never would either.
Not long after that, the doors swung open and the Hufflepuff Keeper was carried to the bed acrossed from me and Madame Pomfrey shooed Rabastan out for the evening. Once she'd sorted out the Keeper and let the Hufflepuff team in, she insisted on giving me a sleeping potion. Spouting some rubbish about me needing rest. And as soon as I swallowed it in an unwilling gulp, I was drifting into a deep dreamless sleep- seeing the face that I always saw when I closed my eyes and yearning for him in my stupor.
When I opened my eyes drowsily hours later, I saw the same face.
But it wasn't a figment of my dreams, I wasn't imagining him sitting next to me, holding my hand. He was real and he was right there.
" 'Bout time you showed up."
My mouth uttered the sentence through it's own will, it suddenly posessed a mind of it's own.
A relieved smile broke acrossed that glorious face. "Yeah well, everytime I've come you've been asleep."
"You ever think there was a reason for that?" I teased- again my mouth seemed to have disconnected from my brain (which was still firmly holding a grudge against Sirius Black).
He laughed, "I considered that, yes. But this time I was determined to stay until you woke up."
"Mmm, admit it. You just came to see the damage you'd done to Stebbins over there," I heard myself drawl teasingly, nudging my head towards the groaning Keeper.
He grinned, "That too."
We laughed together.
As it died his face grew sad and solemn. "I'm sorry, Belle. I never meant t-"
Again my body seemed to be detatched from my brain (which was screaming profanities at him, calling all sorts of insults, agreeing that he was sorry- a sorry excuse for a man who should just go rot in hell) because my hand raised of it's own accord to silence his apology and I heard myself say, "Don't. I'm sorry I reacted that way, I should've been happy for you. I was just stressed and hurt and-"
"I never meant to hurt you, Mir. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you and that I said those things that day in the shortcut . I-"
"Let's not.," I heard myself say. "What's done is done."
"Yeah." He looked down at his hands as I yawned.
I felt myself drifting back to sleep, the potion pulling me back under.
"Congrats on winning the game today."
My bloody mouth just couldn't stop talking! What was wrong with it? Didn't it get that I was still mad at the stupid wanker who'd single-handedly risked my life and shattered my heart in one blow? Appearantly not.
"Thanks," his grip tightened on my hand. It felt nice. I'd missed Sirius's warm hand around mine. The stuttering thing my heart did, the swirling in my abdomen. Most of all, I realized I'd missed the saftey and security of that hand around mine, so cozy and comforting and right.
"Ready to get your arse kicked in the rematch next week?" I asked him sleepily with a hazy smile on my lips.
"Oh yes, this time we'll beat you fair and square." I could hear the grin in his voice and I imagined what it would look like- realizing that I'd closed my eyes.
"Dream on, Ssnnnuffles." I'd meant to say Sirius but the word was slurred and distroted in my drowsy state. I was slipping from conciousness, no matter how much I wanted to stay right here with Sirius. I tried to fight it but I couldn't. Stupid Sleeping Potion.
What had she drugged me with? The Drout of the Living Dead?
I heard a soft chuckle and felt something soft and warm press to my forehead. The last thing I heard and felt was the same soft thing brushing my ear and Sirius's spine tingling whisper, "Sweet dreams, Mirabelle Rose."
I woke the next morning out of a lovely dream. Or, at least, I thought it was a dream. Had I dreamed Sirius or was he real?
I shook my head sadly at such wishful thinking. Of course I'd dreamed him up. The real Sirius had made it very clear he wanted nothing to do with me. Miserably I fond myself asking the desperate question I'd been asking myself for months now. When would I get over this horrible unrequited love?
Before I could depress myself too thoroughly, however, Madame Pomfrey entered the room and informed me that I was free to go as soon as I took the potion she held in her hand. I gulped it gratefully, tasting nothing and gathered my things as quickly as possible. Rushing to freedom.
(So there is Chapter seven, including my version of how the whole Snuffles nickname came about. I hope you liked it. Keep an eye out for updates on Coming Back a Swan and Swept Under they should be coming shortly. Also don't forget to review because alot of my reviews were lost in the server crash and it's kind of depressing. Until next chapter!
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