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Somewhere in Time	By : serpentinred Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 64471 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Many thanks to my betas, tormented eyes and catcachoo (from PI)! Special thanks for Nerys for the idea throwing and checking for logic! Huge thanks to those of you who read, rated, and especially those of you who reviewed: Nerys, Lady Miya, TwilightAddictNumber51391, Abyss, bluelagoon, and Aviendha!

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Chapter 31

"We ... are going ... to get ... caught," Draco panted as the four of them ran towards the library.

"Shush, Malloy ... and just ... keep going," Harry replied, out of breath from their running and the pressure of his heart pounding furiously against his chest.

After hours of searching and making a horrible mess out of Dumbledore's room, Hermione finally found some letters slipped between the pages of a number of books. To her excitement, two of them in particular—Dietfried Kaufmann and Paulos Meinhardt—urged Dumbledore to visit them in Germany. She immediately called the other three over, but before she could show them the letters, they thought they heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the room. Pulling their hoods over their heads to cover up the telltale signs of their hair color and style, they immediately made a run for it, more than glad that there was still no one in sight in the corridors, but they dared not return to Dumbledore's room.

After running through several hallways, they ducked through another tapestry and, following Harry's lead, they stopped, attempting to catch their breaths. Draco glanced around at their surroundings.

"We're nearly at the library ... Evans, how did you know ... so many shortcuts?" he asked, still not completely recovered from their running.

"Fred and George," Harry replied vaguely, not wanting to disclose information about the Marauder's Map.

A dim look appeared on Ginny's face at the mention of her deceased brother. Hermione gave her a squeeze on her shoulder as a sign of unspoken support, to which Ginny gave a sad smile in return.

"We'd better go to the library now. It's only a matter of minutes or even seconds before they start searching for the people who broke into Dumbledore's office," Hermione said, redirecting their attention to the matters at hand.

She had good reasons to be worried, seeing as they had not had time to properly close the doors after them. They had slammed the second door shut, but to Hermione's surprise, the first door with the runes was nowhere in sight, and Harry had pulled her away before she could investigate. She probably should be thankful towards him for saving her from getting caught. However, she could not help but worry that the authorities of the school would now be alerted that someone had broken into a professor's office.

Before she could dwell on the possibilities, Ginny pulled her gently on the sleeve, and they quickly made their way to the library. As they had planned, Harry and Ginny hid under the invisibility cloak while she and Draco slipped into the Restricted Section to search for books. Although it was not much, they managed to find three books on time travel. Hermione then insisted that they should find some books on Germany and alternative methods to traveling overseas. So after fussing for another moment, they finally found three more books to carry back to their dorms. Handing the books over to Harry and Ginny, Hermione and Draco slipped out of the library and gently tapped the handle of the door, locking it.

They were about to head back to their common rooms as quickly as possible, thankful that no one was patrolling the corridors near the library. However, at that moment, a familiar voice called out to them, rooting them to their spots.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Malloy."

Hermione and Draco did their best to control their expressions, and though she could not see them, she was pretty sure that Harry and Ginny were panicking, too. Slowly turning around, she felt her heart sinking when she found Tom Riddle gazing at them with the scariest expression she had ever seen on his face, standing merely meters away from them at the intersection.

"It's past curfew. Care to explain why the two of you are not in bed?" he asked, strolling up to them with his eyes firmly anchored on Hermione.

The two of them glanced at one another, and Hermione mentally cursed Draco for jinxing them while they were heading here. Therefore, she did not notice the frigid glint that passed through Tom's eyes when he saw their brief interactions.

"Draco here ... was having problems with his Astronomy essay, so I was helping him with it," Hermione lied.

"What—" Draco was about to say. When he saw both Hermione's furious look and Tom's icy stare on him, he immediately nodded. "Yeah, er ... I was having problems with the last part of my essay."

A cold smile appeared on Tom's face. "I see. At one in the morning, Miss Granger? How very ... accommodating of you."

Hermione immediately blushed furiously at his insinuation and was suddenly afraid that he might not keep to his end of their deal. She was about to open her mouth to say something when Draco spoke up instead.

"Yes, Hermione's always very nice and helpful ... and friendly."

Tom's eyes slightly narrowed as he gazed at Draco, and Hermione thought she saw his wand hand twitch. Apparently, Draco noticed Tom's unfriendly expression, too, since he immediately snapped his mouth shut.

"It's ... Astronomy," Hermione explained, "So naturally, we had to study it during the night."

"Astronomy." The word slid out of Tom's mouth, infused with disbelief. "I am sure there are so many stars to look at in the middle of the library."

"We didn't want people to get the wrong idea," Hermione fabricated, her mind working quickly to create a viable story. "I mean ... if we were to get caught in the Astronomy Tower ..."

Draco made an odd, strangled noise that caught both Hermione and Tom's attention, but when he did not explain himself, Tom took another step towards them.

"Someone broke into Dumbledore's office today," he said, his voice suddenly devoid of emotions and bordering on being harsh. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't suspect the two of you of being the culprits?"

At his accusations, the two time travelers shared a look. Draco quickly looked away.

"We—I—" Hermione stuttered, not knowing what to say since they were, indeed, part of the team who went into Dumbledore's office.

Tom's lips curved into a vicious sneer. "My, my, Miss Granger. Imagine what the Headmaster will say when he finds out about you and Mr. Malloy, causing a mess in Professor Dumbledore's office and breaking into the library in the middle of the night. Yes, I think he would definitely want to know exactly what the two of you were doing in there." He paused. "Perhaps you thought that Dumbledore's office was safe and ... 'private' enough?"

Hermione gawked at him while an expression of confusion appeared on Draco's face.

"What? You can't be serious!" she exclaimed when she snapped out of her stupor. "You're accusing me ... and him ... us ... doing ... doing ... that in Dumbledore's office."

Draco's face paled as his eyes snapped over to Hermione. He immediately jumped two feet away from Hermione.

"Wait—You can't—You don't seriously—" Draco stammered. It was obvious that he was afraid that Tom might feel the need to use him as target practice again. He took a deep breath and continued, "You can't seriously think that! Why would I fancy her? I mean, look at her. Mum would be the first to object! That hair, that ..."

He gestured at her from head to toe, as if he did not know how to describe what "that" is.

"Father would hang me from the ceiling for days if that were the case. He would disown me and throw me to the werewolves!" Draco exclaimed. "He would lock me in my room and forbid me to ever leave the house. I cannot possibly fancy her, nor had I ever thought about fancying her. I mean, she's such a know-it-all. I probably can't even go through a day without her correcting what I do or slapping me around for the fun of it. She even supports house-elves rights, for Merlin's sake. What sane witch or wizard have you ever seen do that? My father would throw a fit if he came home one day and didn't find a single house-elf left in the house because she had so 'kindly' given clothes to them. And who knows what she would support next? She might end up promoting 'Teach Muggles Some Magic Day' or something as insane as that!"

Hermione's eyes narrowed with each word he said, and then finally, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him, thoroughly annoyed. What was wrong with these pure-bloods? Could they not see what was wrong with enslaving those poor house-elves? She made a mental note to talk to him about the matter at a later time.

A long silence followed Draco's speech. Tom's eyebrows rose higher and higher with each of statement he heard, and amusement was among one of the many emotions that appeared on his face as he contemplated Draco's words. Then, it all disappeared, and his businesslike, Head Boy air was back.

"Fascinating," he commented slowly, his dark eyes fixed on Hermione once more. "I am sure Professor Dippet will be more than happy to listen to your excuses. Therefore—"

THUD!

Before Draco and Hermione could comprehend what happened as they stared at Tom, who was now lying on the floor, Harry and Ginny pulled off the invisibility cloak and hurried to their sides.

"Evans," Draco sighed out of relief when he recovered from his shock. He looked almost as if he were about to hug Harry. "Thank Merlin for that!"

"What do we do now?" Ginny asked worriedly.

"We should go," Harry suggested.

"We can't just leave him unconscious here in the middle of the hallway," Hermione protested, slightly worried about Tom now. She knew Harry had not cast a deadly or harmful spell on Tom, but she did not know if he had hurt his head or not with that fall.

"Why not?" Draco asked nonchalantly. "Of course we can. It's not like Evans killed him with that curse or something."

"What if one of the professors finds him? We'll all get in trouble because of this," Hermione pointed out.

"Good point, but it's just the two of us because he didn't see Evans and Weatherby," Draco said. A worried expression marred his features, now that he understood their predicament. Suddenly, his face brightened up. "I know what we can do!"

"What?" Harry questioned, looking at the very happy blond Slytherin.

"We can stuff him into the Vanishing Cabinet," Draco replied.

A joyous look appeared on Harry's face, too. "I like that idea."

"We're not stuffing him into the Vanishing Cabinet," Hermione cut in, a bit annoyed with the suggestion.

"Why not?" Harry protested.

"Because we'd change the timeline, Harry," Hermione replied, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Who cares? I mean, honestly, Hermione, at this point, we'd get in trouble anyway. Worse comes to worse, he'll rule over Antarctica or something," Harry said.

"And take over the penguins?" Draco joked, to which Harry chuckled.

"Can we get serious here?" Hermione chided.

The boys immediately pulled on their serious faces, knowing that she might be getting into her "scary mode" soon.

"He can get all of us expelled because of this!" she reprimanded.

"He knows we weren't the ones who hexed him," Draco pointed out.

Ginny snorted. "I'm sure he cares about that, Malloy. It's so obvious how really, really fond he is of you. I'm sure he's going to take into consideration that you had nothing to do with him getting cursed."

Draco blanched and swallowed. "Good point."

An uncomfortable silence fell over them until Hermione spoke up.

"Look, you lot go ahead. I'll ... I have a way to take care of this," she said.

"Are you mental, Hermione? We're not leaving you here alone with him," Harry protested.

"And you want all four of us to get in trouble? Just trust me, Harry," Hermione insisted. "I know what to do."

Harry continued staring at her stubbornly, though he had no idea how to convince her to think otherwise. Hermione caught Ginny's eyes, and Ginny gave her a look that clearly asked "You sure?" to which she gave her a short, swift nod. Ginny remained silent, her expression pensive, clearly worried about Hermione but not knowing what other ways they had to get out of this.

"Look, you're wasting time, and every second you stay here means another second closer to when he wakes up. If he finds all four of us here, we'll never hear the end of it, and you will never hear the end of it from me if we get expelled because of your stubbornness," Hermione said firmly.

"But isn't it easier with more people to help you ... move him somewhere or something?" Harry asked. "What are you going to do? Do the Memory Charm on him or something?"

Hermione closed her eyes and counted to three before she trusted herself to speak again. "Harry, just trust me. The Memory Charm can be reversed, and he will most likely know that something's off. I know what I am doing. I am not going to rush myself into trouble—"

"After she spent that long period of time in Riddle's room," Draco muttered on the side, earning a glare from her.

"Now, the three of you, go. We can't all fit under the invisibility cloak anyway, and you have to send Draco back to the Slytherin common room—"

"The Room of Requirement, please," Draco quickly cut in. He glanced at Tom and gulped again. "I think I'm going to permanently move there. There's no way I'm spending the rest of the year in the same dorm as him."

"Fine," Hermione snapped. "Now, will you lot just go?"

"Are you sure you're alright being alone with him, Hermione?" Harry asked warily.

"Yes, Harry. Please go back before we get caught?" she pleaded.

"But—"

"Harry," Hermione hissed so dangerously that the young man stared at her with fear, "if Riddle wakes up before the three of you are safely out of sight—"

"Evans, please, let's just go. She's scaring me," Draco immediately interrupted her and pulled on Harry's sleeve frantically.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Harry remained silent for another second before he spoke again.

"If you don't come back to the Gryffindor common room—"

"You will go to bed," Hermione finished for him. "Nothing's going to happen to me. I promise. But it might take me some time to get back to the Gryffindor common room for my plan to work. You will see me tomorrow morning at breakfast. I promise you."

Casting unsure looks at her, Harry, Ginny, and Draco quickly moved away from the "scene of crime."

"Why was she sorted into Gryffindor again? She should have been in Slytherin—She'd give Riddle a run for his money with that look on her face—" Draco was whispering as they hurried away with Ginny casting concerned looks back at Hermione every once in a while.

After she was certain that the three of them were out of sight, she pointed her wand at Tom and undid the spell Harry cast on him.

His wand was immediately pointed into the hollow of her neck before she could react, and she held her breath, afraid that he might cast a harmful spell on her. She was surprised by how quick his reflexes were, especially after being hexed.

When he took notice of who was crouching next to him, he lowered his wand and pushed himself into sitting position. His eyes took in the environment around him before they landed on Hermione once more.

"Where are they?" he asked quietly.

The fury on his face was frightening. She had no doubts that if he were to catch the person who hexed him, said person would wish they were dead. She swallowed her uneasiness, making sure to refrain from making eye contact with him.

"They? There was only Draco and me. You saw that. Why did you just pass out like that?" she asked, deciding to play dumb.

His gaze on her turned even colder, bordering on freezing, something which she did not realize.

"Draco and I were researching something in the library," she explained, changing the subject altogether when he did not answer.

"I asked you, Granger, where are they? Do not make me ask again," he said, only slightly above a whisper.

"Who?" she asked, feigning uncertainty.

His hand curled around the back of her neck and he forced her over, until she was half hovering over his body and her face was mere centimeters away from his. His wand was pressing against her neck again, and she momentarily wondered again if he were going to hex her.

"Legilimens."

Her eyes widened when the incantation reached her ears and her worst fears were confirmed the moment her memories from moments before started flashing through her mind. She tried to stop him, but his will was greater than hers, and he forced his way through her mind. He jumped from one recollection to another, searching for the person who had hexed him, and when he succeeded, she felt a surge of anger that rushed through his magic, engulfing her and threatening to suffocate her.

Then, he plunged even further into her memories as he determinedly attempted to find out what they were doing that night. She struggled to retain that information, but to no avail. He pushed forward with ease and saw exactly what they were doing in Dumbledore's office that night and the letters she had found. She knew he could feel the jubilation she felt upon discovering those messages, and she felt a flood of satisfaction from his end.

When she saw herself sneaking into the library with Draco, she panicked.

He's going to find out ...

The rate of her heartbeat increased with each careful step and cautious backward glance she and Draco took in the memory ...

I have to stop him ... I can't let him know ...

A sudden creak from the other side of the library made them stop in their steps ...

He would never let the four of us free now ...

When they did not see anything, they continued forward ...

No, no, NO!

The Restricted Section was right in front of her ...

Why can't I think of any ways to stop him?

She looked upwards towards the shelves for the correct section ...

The world swirled, and her eyes cleared. The moment he was thrown out of her mind, she slumped into his arms, a pile of mush after being attacked in the mind. She shuddered against him, not having enough energy to push herself away from him. Even his hand, which was holding on to the base of her neck, felt comfortable when compared to the clammy feeling she felt.

Seconds passed, and neither of them spoke, both immersed in their own thoughts and questions.

Why was he thrown out of her mind? She did not know Occlumency. That should not have happened.

Suddenly, she recalled that he had been forced out of her mind the moment she was about to look at the time traveling section of the books. Perhaps ... he could not see things that were pertained to time traveling. Maybe that was why he kept pestering for answers even though he already knew Legilimency. That thought nearly made a smile appear on her face until she remembered that she was perched on top of him. She made a move to get up, but he would not let her. His hand remained a firm grip on her neck, almost as if he were sending a warning to her: If she moved, he would not hesitate in hurting her.

So, she remained still as his dark eyes roved over her face.

"What books did you nick?" he asked quietly.

"It's none of your business, Riddle," she replied just as quietly. If he continued calling her "Miss Granger," why should she call him "Tom?"

His eyes narrowed dangerously, and the force with which he held onto her neck increased.

"What books did you nick?" he repeated himself, a clear warning undertone in his voice.

She stubbornly glared back at him, unwilling to be frightened by him. With the knowledge that he knew Legilimency, she realized how stupid it would be to lie to him, so why should she bother? Since he probably could not get information on things pertaining to time travel, she did not have to worry.

"Then you leave me no choice but to take you to the Headmaster," he continued. He released her neck, pushed her off him, and got up from the floor. "I doubt he would believe that you were not one of the culprits who vandalized Professor Dumbledore's room." The corner of his lips curved upwards as he eyed her coldly. "So perhaps tonight will be the last night I see you here in the castle, Miss Granger."

The mocking undertone of his voice was very apparent, but she did not let that bother her for the moment. Mentioning Dumbledore caused something to flash through her mind, and she lowered her head, hoping he had not seen that thought. Regardless, it was her only chance right now, and it was half of the truth. With that thought in her mind, she looked at him again.

"We were looking for methods to travel to another country," she replied.

Although he did not speak, she knew that he was listening to her and was waiting for her to elaborate.

"Professor Dumbledore ... he went to Germany. You knew that, of course. But he went there for us ..." she spoke. "He ... we don't know what happened to him, but if he doesn't come back, we can't go home. So we—Harry, Ginny, Draco, and I—are trying to find a way to travel to Germany, but we can't use International Apparition without the proper documents. We figured there should be a way to find him in the Restricted Section."

He remained silent, presumably digesting her words.

Or thinking of other ways to pry the truth out of you.

His next words, nonetheless, calmed her down a bit.

"Naturally, you came here to escape from Grindelwald. Why do you want to go home while he's still at large?" he threw at her.

"My parents are still there," she answered.

He raised an eyebrow. "They're Muggles."

"Which makes them easier targets for him," she promptly replied.

He frowned as he looked at her, and she did not avert her gaze.

"Very well, then," he said quietly. He paused, his expression contemplative. When he placed his attention back on her, he seemed to have made a decision. "Follow me."

She ogled at him. Was he still going to take her to Professor Dippet after what she told him? Her mind quickly went through what happened in the past few minutes, but she could not fathom where he had noticed something off about her argument.

He took a few steps forward before he swirled around.

"Well? Or are you planning on sitting on the floor for the rest of the night?"

Thoroughly annoyed by him, she pushed herself upwards and sulkily followed after him. Since she refused to look at him, she missed his faint smile that appeared for a fraction of a minute.

They walked in silence, and it was after a few minutes before she realized they were not walking in the direction of the Headmaster's Office.

"This isn't the direction to Dippet's office," she stated, frowning and stopping in her stride.

She stared at a portrait of a Siren that was glancing at Tom seductively and trying to catch his attention. She was positive that this portrait was not on the way to the Headmaster's Office.

"Whoever said we're going to Dippet's office?" he inquired, smirking faintly again, as he, too, stopped in his steps.

"Where are we going?" she demanded guardedly.

"You need a way to travel to Germany, don't you?" he asked instead of answering her.

"What does this have to do with wherever we're going?"

"You're not going to find a way to do that in the library. The only ways that would be documented in a book are Apparition and the Floo network. Since, as you've said, International Apparition is out of the question without the proper documents, you're left with the Floo network, which also needs permission from the Ministry for international travel," he pointed out.

"There must be other forms of traveling, which is why we've gotten the books from the Restricted Section," she argued.

He crossed his arms over his chest. "None of the books in there will give you an alternative method."

"How would—" she stopped herself before she would make a fool out of herself. Of course he would know. He probably knew the Restricted Section like the back of his hands. Therefore, she changed her question. "Then why are we going to whatever place you're taking me? Unless you've snitched all the books on traveling from the library," she commented sarcastically.

"And why would I do that?" he asked. "Now, do you want to go to Germany or not? Or is this trip not as important to you as you've made it seem?"

"Of course it's important to me."

"Then quit your nonstop jabbering and walk," he said sharply, turning around.

"Can't you at least tell me where we're going?" she pressed for an answer.

He merely gave her an annoyed look. When he did not answer, she stood firmly still. His reaction to her not listening to him was, of course, less than kind. He turned around, quickly walked back to her, and grabbed her arm.

"Granger," he hissed, "if you don't cooperate, I will put you under a Full Body Bind and take you there."

"Do you think that I will go somewhere willingly with you when you can't even tell me where you're taking me?" She determinedly kept her mind away from that place, fearful that he might pick it up from her mind.

"Where's your Gryffindor courage?" he mocked, his annoyance clearly shining through his words and face. "If this is what is expected of the House of the Lions, then I must say that it doesn't take very much to get in there."

"Right, it takes an awful lot to get into Slytherin, which is why your House has people like Crabbe and Goyle," she retorted, rolling her eyes.

He studied her face silently before he finally smiled again, although this time, it had lost its mocking edge.

"True. Although I doubt they would fit well in other Houses. The other three Founders would come back from their graves and personally rip the Sorting Hat to shreds if that were to happen."

Hermione laughed softly.

"At least Crabbe and Goyle do know about self-preservation," she commented.

"Yes," he conceded before the last traces of his smile turned into a sneer, “which is something you would learn if you were a bit more intelligent."

Her eyes narrowed, and she was about to come back with an angry retort of her own when he continued speaking.

"Now, let's go. We don't need professors catching us, or I will have no choice but to take you to Dippet."

With that said, he literally dragged her along with him.

Her struggles against his hold were pitiful. Twisting her arm around in his hand merely made an aching sore develop over where he was holding her. If she could see the skin, she was positive it would be flaming red by now, and yet he did not so much as loosen his grip or stagger in his stride.

She threatened to scream and alert others, but the moment the words left her mouth, a Silencing Charm was thrown her way. She made a grab for her wand. However, to her surprise, it was missing. She patted her other pocket but still could not find it. Therefore, she tugged Tom's sleeve, trying to catch his attention, but he would not stop. So, she planted her whole weight on her feet and grabbed his arm with her hand.

He finally turned his head, but continued walking.

"Now what?" he snapped, irritated with her.

My wand, she mouthed to him frantically, worried that it might be lying in the corridor, waiting for someone to pick it up. What if someone cast illegal spells with it? What if someone used the Killing Curse with her wand?

An odd glint passed through his eyes.

"You won't be needing it," he replied before he turned his head around.

However, Hermione was not one to give up without a fight, especially when it was something this important to her. Apparently, Tom had enough with her struggles, since he turned around, grabbed her around the waist, and flung her onto his shoulder.

"If you can't walk properly, we'll just have to do it this way, won't we, Granger?" he snarled. "If you hit me, I will make true of my threat to immobilize you."

That, however, was hardly enough to stop her because when she noticed that they were heading towards the second floor, she immediately began fighting with every ounce of strength she could muster. The moment she moved, Tom flung another spell at her and her whole body immediately froze.

As they reached the second floor corridor and he started walking towards the direction of Myrtle's toilet, her heart sank, and she felt her heart freeze like the rest of her body.

Perhaps we're going somewhere else. Perhaps there's something else on the second floor.

Oh, who was she kidding? But she grabbed on to any tendrils of hope she could because Merlin knew how frightened she was. She knew she had been a stupid blabbermouth when she had blurted out that she was a Muggle-born. Now, he was properly taking her to her horrible, horrible death.

Just like the devil coming to collect his souls.

Although she doubted the devil needed to haul the souls over his shoulders.

"I thought you were supposed to be intelligent, Granger," he mocked while he continued to walk, seemingly unaffected by her extra weight. "Somehow, every little action you do outside of class seems to prove me wrong."

And I thought you were supposed to be civilized, you wretched caveman, she thought, very much infuriated by him.

Not that her thoughts were too far-fetched, seeing that their destination, if she were correct, could be considered a cave.

If she were not under the Full Body Bind, she would have shivered at the thought of the beast that hid inside that "cave." Images of her friends and family flashed through her mind.

There were still so many things she wanted to do, things that she had not gotten the chance to do. She had not gotten the chance to properly say good-bye to her parents. They were going to be so worried when she never contacted them again ... And Harry! Oh, dear Harry was going to rush to his death when she did not appear tomorrow morning. She had to stop him ... But how?

She glared at the back of Tom's head, vowing to come back as a ghost and haunt him forever.

However, the moment he placed her paralyzed body against a sink in Myrtle's toilet, all thoughts of revenge got pushed to the back of her mind. If she remembered correctly—and she knew she did since she had been standing in front of it for nearly an eternity before Ron got it to move—the sink she was leaning against was precisely the entrance to ...

Her eyes darted around, trying to look for signs of the toilet's resident ghost, but she was nowhere to be found. Hermione mentally cursed her bad luck.

For she would honestly rather be in any other situation than standing in the middle of the haunted girls' toilet, in fear of what might be going on behind Tom Marvolo Riddle's calculating, impassive mask.

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