January 21, 1921
Situated below the vaulted ceiling that seemed to glow with a light all its own were a series of five windows, from which additional light could spill forth. It could raise, but not overwhelm, the ambient light in the room. These windows were positioned before a small banister walkway that made the process of cleaning them from the inside easier. On either end were small doors that allowed access to the walkway, thus allowing the cleaning staff to deal with them as needed. Though it was likely with the wave of a wand or a hand, rather than with a sponge and a bucket of water.
High above the class was Etain with a large mug of hot chocolate. The smell of cinnamon, cardamom, nutmeg, and caramel was most distinctive, a kind of trademark of who was in the area. Along with these smells came softer scents of vanilla and cream, serving to balance everything out. As was the norm, though the array of smells signaled her presence, no two hot chocolates smelled identical. There was always a rebalancing of things here and there, with the desired standard being eyeball everything using approximate measurements.
Whatever happened, it tasted good.
Standing with her at the window was Eris, looking at each snowflake with a certain inquisitiveness. Occasionally, she would tilt her head; other times, it looked like she was scowling, but overall, it seemed as though she was enjoying the view. Not that the half-kneazle ever appeared to enjoy anything, but she had her moments. Floating above her shoulders were Castor and Pollux, seemingly watching the snow as well, despite lacking eyes. It was one of the rare instances where they weren’t doing aerial maneuvers with the faintest of dust trails. She’d gotten them to curtail their particulate dust trails, only manifesting maybe one class session a month.
“You know…” She addressed Eris. “I was considering having class outside… and then this happened.”
In feline approximation, Eris raised a brow.
“What? You don’t want to go outside?”
If cats could laugh, she would have done so. Instead, something that sounded like a snort was heard.
“Well, you’re lucky that there’s plenty of ambient materiae in the classroom.” The emerald-eyed woman grinned. “Or else, I’d suggest getting a scarf.”
Finishing her hot chocolate, the blue-frocked woman lovingly picked up Eris and floated down to the floor, chalk following forth. She looked about the room, lips pursed in thought. Though the room was already spacious, half the desks were gone, leaving a space toward the front of the room for everyone to use. Today was a day for magic.
OOC: Sorry for the delay, all! The first update will take place on the 13th!
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.” ~ Sun Tzu, The Art of War
He seriously debated skipping class and going outside to play in the snow. Sending snowballs about with a flick of his wand always had some appeal. Furthermore, so did melting snowballs aimed at him was even more fun watching them turn into water. Naturally, he completely ignored the fact that last term when he'd done that he ended up slipping on ice that was a result of that all and bruised his arm in the fall. The arm was healed and that embarrassing fall was forgotten.
It was with great reluctance he went to transfiguration class. Yes, it was the class he was most skilled in which encouraged him, but the snow was calling to him just as much. Or more accurately the class he was most naturally skilled in as he did have his greatest magical success in dark arts earlier in the term with the altars.
As he made his way into the classroom he noticed the front was empty. Hopefully that meant they'd be doing something practical. Though he still saw the floating chalk which gave the Professor an advantage in note writing that he could match in note taking. Or more accurately didn't really care to match in note taking as the important things were the practical ones to him at this point.
When he was younger he wanted to know how everything worked. Now he was more practical in his concerns when it cam to magic. As understanding hadn't made him more skilled, even if it did occasionally make him ask less questions.
He still took a seat in one of the desks in the back not wanting to volunteer himself to go first in whatever experiment might come.
Merlin's soggy socks, her shoulder hurt. Rae walked the corridor from Defense Against the Dark Arts, rotating her shoulder as best she could in an effort to ease some of the tension that had wound itself inside. Hair that had remained neatly pulled black into a limp ponytail at the back of her head now had loose strands of straightened hair flying in several directions.
The professor had warned that it would be a very practical class, and for the most part, the Slytherin girl had been prepared. Her injury hadn't been caused by a lack of competence but rather overexertion. It had been a lot of casting, a lot of heavy wand movements, and very few breaks in between.
No longer having duelling, her wrists, too, were out of practice with the faster movements. Rae made a note of that. During her late-night training sessions, she would have to begin incorporating a few such drills to ensure she didn't entirely fall off. After all, even if she graduated without the return of one of her favourite sports, it could only benefit her in the long run.
Finding very little relief, Rae applied the cooling charm to the area as she entered the transfiguration classroom. It had nearly failed with her using her non-dominant hand for the cast, but the icy sensation did heavenly things to the aggravated joint.
Rae turned to head to the front of the room, where she'd resigned herself to her fate of front-class sitting, when she noticed a curious sight. Half the chairs were gone. Her desk and chair were gone, swept away in some apocalyptic move that she hadn't been made privy to.
Huh.
The girl stopped in her tracks. Brown eyes glanced around the room, taking stock of all the space they now had. More spellwork, it seemed. Her shoulder would know no peace. Still, it was better than the threat of theory.
With an attention span like hers, those were always the worst lessons.
"Don't suppose this is your way of excusing half the class from the lesson, professor?"
Her half to be exact. The desks in the vicinity of where she typically sat were the ones gone. If that were indeed the case, the fourth year was hardly gutted by the turn of events. On the contrary, she would graciously bow out, supplement her transfiguration education at a later time. She could grab a second lunch down in the kitchens or head over to the hospital wing for an impromptu shift--maybe Nurse Byrne would let her watch her baby!
The girl stood patiently awaiting her official dismissal, already excited to get her hands on those chubby cheeks.
Sienna maneuvered on the desk, feeling the icy snow that had penetrated the windowpanes. She crossed her arms, watching Etain and Eris with a mix of curiosity and slight wariness. The aroma of hot chocolate came to her, full and spicy, wrapping her senses like a warm blanket and making her stomach growl in protest.
Moving a strand of hair that had fallen over her ear, she looked at the emptied space at the front of the room. The open place next door to them somehow felt like a very definite motion – magic, but she could not yet recognize its form.
Her glance moved towards the ceiling windows. The light getting through them and catching the laziness of the dust motes in the air made everything appear gentler, almost like a dream. Sienna's wanting to touch the light with her fingers was there but still, she didn’t reach out; she wasn’t sure if she wanted to risk it.
Sienna heard a very quiet laugh from Eris and she couldn’t help but grin back. The half-kneazle was always like this, she always tried to find something to be annoyed with and yet here she was, being protected and gazed at by someone. Sienna didn’t move her eyes away from them any sooner than she ought to,and then she still kept her attention on the floor in front of her, waiting.
The tension was palpable to Sienna, it was small but it was there and that tensed feeling inside her reminded her of her awareness Something was going to happen very soon. And although she was not sure what it was, she leaned forward a little, and her curiosity sharpened.
Snow one of the best bits about being at school in the middle of nowhere. It was one of the highlights of the school calander, not that it was on the actual calendar it was just something that happened. And when it did the grounds became fun. Enchanting snowballs to hit unexpected students, building snowmen and then choosing to explode them when people walked past. Turning paths into epic skating rinks. All the things that both annoyed and amused simulatiously.
Tulip had been on the verge of bunking off Transfiguration, busy sending snowballs after the upper years. Who then would promtly blame some poor startled firstie. But she was almost caught by the divination proff so figured it was time to make a hasty exit and that meant going to class.
As she walked into class, she wished she'd kept a snowball to deal with the two pieces of chalk, but alas hadn't this time, but it did give her an idea she knew a certain Skelenton in DADA that needed pelting with a snowball or sixty. She made the mental note to try it later in the week. It wouldn't hurt the skelenton but would amuse her for ten minutes and that might get her through the lesson.
Tulip noticed less seats, "Budget cuts or student culls? At this point it could truely be either." she said, noting her seat at the back was still present so she slunk into it. She looked over at the professor who seemed to be talking to her cat...again. This place was getting worse and worse
She was late…. Very late. Well, not ACTUALLY late, yet… But in 2 minutes she would be. This was so unlike her.
Everleigh was running down the hall. The click clack of her shoes echoing against the stone. Her books clutched in her arms as her bag bounced against her hip as she ran around corners. Was it strange that she was late? Yes. When you added that she had been in the library and lost track of time? Nope, that made perfect sense. Thankfully, all the stairs were working. Thank Merlin for small favors. Most would think that the stairs working was a given, in Hogwarts? Not so much.
The class she was nearly late for? Transfiguration. Arguably one of the better classes, but scarier Professors. Not because she was evil or mean, but Professor Battersea was so much larger than life. Intimidating in her knowing stare. And the kneazle… it knew things.
Turning the corner, door in sight, Everleigh sighed with relief. She had just made it. Walking in to the class, breaths coming out in pants, Ever found the first open chair and plopped her butt down with a thud. Putting her books on the desk in front of her, she rested her head on the cool wood, breaths still coming fast.
Hopefully, the class wouldn’t be too eventful, she wasn’t sure she could handle much after the race to get to class. Maybe some nice color changing. Or texture? Texture was good.
"Don't suppose this is your way of excusing half the class from the lesson, professor?"
“I’m afraid it isn’t, Miss Elliot.” Etain set Eris down upon the desk, along with an empty mug, and smiled. “But don’t worry, you should have plenty of time to enjoy the snow.”
"Budget cuts or student culls? At this point, it could truly be either."
“No student culling yet, Miss Asquith. So far, you have all met the requirements for survival of the fittest.”
For developing whatever reputation she may or may not have developed at the school, there were at least a few things the students could be assured of. Etain wasn’t prone to giving excessive homework. While she found an affinity for lecturing and answered questions without fury or fail, the woman didn’t bother with droves of homework. At most, it was studying, spell work, the occasional report, and class discussions. Learning and understanding were paramount, even if it meant describing formulas and theorems that served as the underlying framework for magic in the minutest detail.
What possibly made things easier was her stepping back from Ravenclaw Househead. Regardless of taking this position at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the woman had not retired from Magical Law Enforcement, and doubted she would anytime soon. Of course, there was insistence that she should, that she should focus on this, and that this was her new life. But this was Etain; she merely counted it as another aspect of her life, another facet to behold in the mirror. Fellow Aurors still spoke with her, old cases were always opened up and examined—evil needed to be expunged where it rotted and festered.
Looking at everyone gathered, the woman nodded, and the chalk followed suit, heading to the board to wait for further instruction.
“Were it not snowing, we would have paid a visit to the lake or the Forbidden Forrest. But with the weather as it is, we’ll have to make do. Earlier in the year, we looked at Illusory Transfiguration as a kind of working framework for the concept of change. Change is an important aspect within this branch of magic. But Transfiguration is more than just turning your pets into drinking vessels, putting pumpkins on people’s heads, making bandages, and turning students into ferrets for demonstration purposes.”
The golden-eyed half-kneazle looked up in interest at that last one.
“Transfiguration is the magic of imagination and, in the case of this lesson, the manipulation of your environment, using it to your advantage…”
Next update will occur: October 19th or 20th
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.” ~ Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Oh, no, she didn't particularly care to enjoy the snow that day.
Rae's interests were pulling her toward the hospital wing. Snow, while beautiful and certainly helped to build a certain vibe, could also sometimes be slushy or otherwise unpleasant to move around in. The girl could be coaxed outside if there was a light flurry. She was easily enchanted by the light flakes falling into her hair while she twirled about, pretending she was in a winter wonderland. Such fantasies only lasted ten minutes or so, then she was usually ready to be back inside.
That small tangent aside, the girl thought she might have liked a trip into the forbidden forest. The weather never mattered to her when exploring the place, and there were a plethora of spells they could end up learning in there.
Instead, they were in the classroom, listening to the professor remind them of topics they'd covered. Rae remained standing by the wall through the remainder of all the things that transfiguration was more than. Bandages, ferrets, pumpkin heads, she was following along, however loosely.
At some point, they would move on to something more actionable. Until then, she took the time to continue lightly massaging and rotating her shoulder.
Rae scanned the room for Cassian. With all the talking the professor looked like she was preparing to do, she needed to make sure that the boy was present and actually paying attention. One of them had to be for the sake of proper note-taking. By now, it would've been abundantly clear that that person wasn't her. It had... kinda been her for the first little while when the term first started, but there was no fighting her nature. Rae, being the kinesthetic learner that she was, didn't have it in her (not for long anyway) to sit still and take copious amounts of notes.
At least she made up for it with her spellcasting. It made her less of a lost cause as a student.
Rae shifted her weight from one foot to the next, growing restless while she continued to wait.
He chuckled at Rae’s statement. Though he wondered if him sitting down automatically made him part of the half that would have to stay. There was no changing things now so he remained where he was.
He outright laughed at Tulip’s statement. Looking over his shoulder he said “ I’m going with budget cuts. Not enough of us to cull compared to last term. “ Then he immediately looked back towards the front of the room and the professor. All he could do was smirk when the professor said they met the requirements of survival of the fittest. They were which meant they survived for now.
Then the lesson began and he grabbed his notebook out as it sounded like even if there weren’t all the desks this would be a traditional lesson. Apparently part of survival of the fittest was taking a seat. He wondered if Rae would have to transfigure a seat into existence for not sitting down.
Tilting his head he said “ You say advantage. What would be the goal you’d want us to achieve with this manipulation. “
He’d much preferred to have gone outside. Even with the snow a trip to the Lake or Forbidden Forest could have been fun. A snowy environment could be rather fun to manipulate he was sure. Naturally his mind went right back to the idea of snow forts and snow ball fights which he’d seriously debated just skipping class to go try to get people to join him in. Perhaps he'd try to talk to people as they walked out of this class to go outside and play in the snow.
“To use your surroundings to your advantage, Mister Ó Coigligh.” Etain intoned. “The desks have been removed for just that occasion.”
Petting her half-kneazle, Eris looked the class over before continuing onward.
“The topic of our lesson in relation to doing so is fog and shade. Much like the Praestigiae Series of Magic, these too were created sometime during the Middle Ages. However, unlike the Transfigurative illusions which were little more than smoke and mirrors, these spells produce tangible effects.”
“The first spell we have to look at is called Percurso caligo. The spell transfigures the ambient moisture in an area, transforming it into a dense fog that only the caster can see through. Lasting an hour, this fog can move with the caster at a brisk walking pace, sufficiently blinding anyone within range of the caster, masking its presence. You begin the spell with a sweeping, upward spiral, ending directly above you. The area of effect is up to ten meters.”
Wand already in hand, Etain demonstrated the wand dictation twice, slowly, and then at regular speed.
“The spell protects the caster in two ways. First, it acts as a shield against minor hexes and jinxes, seemingly absorbing them. Second, it obscures the caster from view, making it difficult for anyone to target them without some form of assistance. Regardless, it is vulnerable to the elements, meaning a strong wind or wind-based spell can sweep the fog away.”
“Our second spell requires darkness. Umbra obtegens transfigures ambient shadow, wrapping it around you, masking your presence from sight by using that shadow to become unseen. For this spell to work, you must be near an adequate degree of shadow for the spell to succeed, and it lasts one hour. Its wand dictation is simple enough; you point it at a sufficiently shadowy place.”
“Though obscure, as other spells have taken their place, it remains a good spell to use for hiding, though its effectiveness is best at nighttime. Much like the fog spell, it too absorbs low-level hexes and jinxes, but is totally ineffective against light-based spells, which seems to drive it away.”
“Are there any questions?”
Next update will be on the 26th
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.” ~ Sun Tzu, The Art of War
“To use your surroundings to your advantage, Mister Ó Coigligh.”
Bear looked at Professor Battersea confused. Then he looked at the blank area of the front of the room wondering how he’d use that to his advantage. It was empty of desks. All he could guess was they’d be practicing what was taught up front. As for advantage he couldn’t think of a signal advantage he desired within the confines of a classroom. Yes, he wanted to pass his class but he no longer cared about being academically the best like he had in his first year. Mostly, as that was a distraction to him studying things that actually interested him. A lesson he was thankful he learned years prior.
He kept listening curiously and took notes as he normally did.
The spell made sense. There was always ambient moisture, especially in a castle in Scotland with a huge lake outside. It certainly could be useful as that environment was always around. Though so was wind.
Then he heard the second spell and thought it would be perfect after curfew. Not only would it hide him from prefects, but it would reduce the impacts of the foolishness of occasional hallway problems. The shadow could obstruct the jinx’s so he wouldn’t have to.
The combination was quickly written down. He fully intended to practice both of them after class more for usefulness than grade.
“Are there any questions?”
He asked curiously “ For percurso caligo, does the moisture get on the user or is it surrounding them in a way they are not impacted by it. I’m curious what would would happen if one cast hex driven by cold or worse ice. “
She didn't have questions.
She'd heard the explanations for the spell and had briefly contemplated jotting them down, but having never been one to go out of her way unnecessarily, she didn't much fancy trying to balance the parchment and inkwell while standing. As was always the case, the girl took a look around the classroom, wanting to know who else had shown up. If she found a certain Ravenclaw, all her note-taking worries would be over. Come to think of it, Bear always seemed to be paying attention and also seemed like he had a good idea of what was going on in the class.
In her experience, students like that tended to have notes that reflected as much. It wouldn't be such a bad idea to catch up with him once the lesson was...
Nah.
While the boy was a Ravenclaw, she herself was not. It was the end of the week, further reducing any need for rush. The weekend was equally no time to be fussing about schoolwork. It was decided. She'd approach the boy sometime in the next week to see if he could catch her up.
While she waited, Rae tapped lightly at her sides, dispelling some of the energy that was beginning to build up again. In many ways, she should have been grateful. It was the perfect chance to rest her shoulder.
While she stood there, Rae found herself wondering why the professor had vanished half the chairs when the lesson would be a lecture. Surely, she could've been not taking notes while sitting. With each second that passed, the cold stone floor was beginning to look more appealing. If she could warm herself a patch, she wouldn't need to contend with the chill it gave off in the January climate.
Then again, she could make herself comfortable and find she suddenly needed to be up again.
Eh, she'd hold out a while longer.
Tulip was partially lost in her own world day dreaming of snow and who was on her list. She was mostly listening she was lazily doodleling snow men. She always tended to zone out during the lectures especially from the teachers who made it especially wordy or those that just made them copy endlessly from the board into their books.
She listened with one ear about a fog spell, actually she only started listening when she thought that proff Battersea said Frog, she hadn't but it at least woke her up from her daydreams. She could find lots of use for being able to hide in fog, it would be a great smoke screen if she needed to do a runner. Although from the sound of it, it would protect against hexes which will make it even more useful. The profrssor had her interest now, why didn't the profressors start with the cool stuff.
And then the professor made it even better she said the 2nd spell was about to use darkness to hide things, that was even more useful een if she could just hide herself. She could use it for sneaking out at night, now there was a cool propersition.
She aboutsly had no questions she just wanted to find out how it was done.
“For Percurso caligo, does the moisture get on the user, or is it surrounding them in a way they are not impacted by it. I’m curious what would happen if one were to cast a hex driven by cold or worse, ice.”
“That…” Etain looked over at the Ravenclaw. “It is an excellent question and fifteen points in advance to Ravenclaw.
However, the answer is straightforward enough; for the purposes of the caster, treat it like a normal fog. Spells based on… shall we say… cold magic?”
The woman looked over at Eris, who looked back at her, both seemingly paused in genuine thought, and then simultaneously nodded. It seemed to be one of the few times Eris didn’t look unsavory.
“Fog gets colder by condensing more air as it cools. If it gets too cold, that fog can freeze on surfaces, creating ice, called… freezing fog… yes.” The green-eyed woman nodded. “So, when casting that spell, take special note that if you intend to use that kind of magic to pay attention to the fog. While the process won’t happen in an instant, it’s reasonable to assume that with enough time, such could happen.”
Etain looked up toward the windows. “What’s equally important are the spells you intend to cast. In the case of Percurso caligo, fire can dissipate the fog, and wind can blow it out of the way. In the same vein, Umbra obtegens can be affected by any light-based spells you cast, potentially stripping the darkness away from you. It’s all about being situationally aware and using strategy as needed. So without further ado…”
Etain stood to her full height of five feet ten inches and surveyed the room a moment, getting a feel of everything. Despite the protection they had from the outside, the room’s ambiance felt just for this. With a wave of her wand, she curtained the left section of windows to deepen the shadows within nodded inwardly.
Stepping forward, the woman lifted her wand once more and began with a sweeping, upward spiral ending directly above her as she spoke. “Percurso caligo”
From the ambient humidity of the room, a fog appeared, swirling around, upward, and blooming outward from the Transfiguration Professor. Though she became little more than a statuesque silhouette, her voice could be heard just the same if there had been no fog present.
“Though Transfiguration Masters with years of experience can cover the room in fog, at your current levels, ten meters is a sufficient radius as any.”
Etain let the fog linger, and then with a wave of a wand, it dissipated. The beaming woman looked the class over for a moment and walked over toward the shadows covering the walls to her right. She pointed her wand and said calmly, “Umbra obtegens.”
The shadow undulated as though understanding and seemed to darken, shifting itself until it seemed to swallow her. Though there was plenty of medium available, the shadow covering her, she could be seen as before, though just barely. It didn’t look necessarily unsightly or disturbing, perhaps, more so unnatural, as though their professor was a part of the wall, and the shadow extended itself to hide her within. Regardless, she was enshrouded in darkness.
“As noted before, this spell is best performed at night, as with a note to all, the darker and deeper the shadow, the better the medium.”
The woman dispelled it and looked back at the class.
“Now let’s see all of you try.”
Next update: November 1st
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.” ~ Sun Tzu, The Art of War
When he heard he earned fifteen points for a question his first reaction was a smile. His second reaction was flipping a page in the book he was taking notes in. As if his question was good enough to earn that many points the answer must be important.
The first part had him wondering what wasn’t straight forward about a fog. Though he’d never considered the phenomena much. Depending how this class went he would wake up early and pay more attention to fog. Perhaps even the pause Professor Battersea made when looking at her cat implied he should pay more attention to fog irregardless of the answer.
Still his quill was at the ready and when she continued his quill quickly took notes.
His theory about the cold of a fog was correct. Which meant if he suspected someone hidden in a fog a cold based spell was the perfect answer. A pity he handed it to all his classmates as well. Though there were plenty of other things that could also disrupt the spell.
He observed the example. Notes taken on observations of how the spell was cast by Professor Battersea. Then he watched as the professor performed the second spell, though the first spell was of more current interest to him.
“Now let’s see all of you try.”
He closed his notebook with his quill’s feathers inside to keep his place. If any ink dripped it would be on the desk which wasn’t a concern for him at the moment. Then he stood and made his way towards the empty part of the room. He mimic’ed the motions he observed of Professor Battersea and said “ Percurso caligo “ casting the spell.
He felt himself inside the fog which was a neat. Then he said “ Can one make the fog stronger by casting a spell to add water to the area. “ Then curiously he said “ Aguamenti “ quickly followed by “ Percurso caligo “ seeing if it would make the fog stronger.
Fog.
Huh.
Rae watched the professor demonstrate the spell, taking into account all she'd said about being careful when it came to...uh...freezing fog? Granted, the girl didn't know too much about that weather pattern to begin with. Sure, she'd seen it often enough during her time on the streets. There had been many winters when the fog had rolled in, making things just a little more...interesting, but she'd never stopped to consider the constitution of it beyond the way it seemed to make the dirty city disappear.
Now they were learning a spell to make their own.
Well.
Sort of.
Apparently, she would need to become some sort of transfiguration expert with years upon years of experience in the craft before she ever got to the level where it could make a difference. Her interest in becoming an animagus aside, Rae held no real desire to pursue such a finicky and particular branch of magic. It had its uses to be sure, but the Slytherin was beginning to learn that basic transfigurations were enough to get her through her day, and anything more impressive was beyond her current level of discipline and diligence to attain.
"Percurso caligo." The girl muttered the incantation to herself a few times. When it came to these spells, a lot of them sounded so complicated--some were outright tongue twisters. It made her wonder who'd come up with them and why they'd chosen words that had her tongue in knots, but such people were long dead and had already left their problems for the newer generations to handle.
Knowing the need for precision, Rae had adopted the practice of always taking the time to ensure she was getting it right before she ever started casting.
On that note, she swished her wand around a few times, just trying to work out the new kinks that had formed in her wrist while she'd been left there standing.
The professor had already warned that she shouldn't expect anything spectacular, and that had lowered her intent to even try. If ten metres was the goal, there was really no need to push herself. Once she felt she wasn't in danger of botching the magic, Rae lifted her wand again.
“Percurso caligo, she said, this time with conviction and real intent.
It took a moment, and Rae hadn't noticed it at first, with how thin and wispy it started out, but eventually the girl's fog thickened as it swallowed her, shrouding her in the spot where she stood along the wall.
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