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An Unexpected Planet	By : chkokt Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Lavendar Views: 8850 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"A/N: Here is the fourth and final setup chapter the next stuff will be sinful fun hope you adult Potter fan's enjoyed the inside fan nods I put in if you like it let me know where you think things are going? What you think of all of the players? Or what ever you think at all. Peace Chkokt
Ps. As I was reading this Chapter out loud to a friend I realized there were a few glaring mistakes in spelling, word use and incomplete thoughts. So I have rewriten the piece to fix these issues but its a work in progress if you see any things... have a heart and review so I can fix it or address it. LOL Seamus Is Irish! :) Chkokt
PPs its never over till its over. LOL I am rewriting this section and adding a lot of new stuff fluffing out the edges. Please enjoy and comeback again and let me know what you think. Hopefuly its getting better! LOL
Oh Yeah! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! 2014!

Chapter 4: Road to Runes

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Ron had barely gotten away from Hermione. Thanks to Harry’s quick thinking, Ron was off and down the hall before Hermione even knew what hit her. Ron heard Hermione calling his name. He had to brace himself so as not to turn around and obey her command to stop and wait. Ron was well trained by years under his mother's howling; to heed any loud and commanding woman. Luck held as Ron rounded the corner breaking his and Hermione's mutual line of sight. Finally freeing him to breake out into a full on sprint down the hall and out the main castle entrance. Ron didn’t slow up until he was halfway to North Tower… he knew how tenacious Hermione could be.
Ron looked back. Relieved he saw no one, he slowed down to a walk. Harry must be keeping her busy he thought. Ron’s pace slowed to the classic death march walk of the condemned. As he continued on walking to his detention. Ron knew it was rude to duck out on Hermione, like he had, and he also knew she wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easy for the lack of manners. But that would still be a lot better than the tongue lashing he would’ve gotten if he stayed there, and eventually told on himself. A prospect which Ron knew he would’ve done; especially under the massive strain of Hermione curiosity.
He would have to thank Harry again for being there to save his but. Ron reflected. Harry was always there saving everything; the Philosopher Stone, Ginny, Hermione, Sirius Black, Buckbeak, and the list went on and on. Hell, Harry even saved the whole wizarding world; from the most powerful dark wizard ever known; and that was when he was still only a little baby.
Ron recognized that even though he and Hermione had played crucial roles and were just as involved in most of those adventures. It still was Harry that got all the praise and the glory. Ron had to shake out the negative thoughts, as his own jealousy tried to rear its ugly head again. He constantly fought those feelings. Ron knew they led to no good. Ron was already envious of Bill and Charlie they were already so cool. Jealous of Fred and George they were so popular and daring. Even though he didn’t feel any threat from Percy, Percy was still his Mum’s favorite of the boys, outside of their only sister, Ginny. But the fact remained that Ron had to remember Harry was his best friend, ever. And the fact that Harry James Potter almost died each and every time they had encountered one of their little adventures.
Ron had suffered a series of problems too, he was knocked out by roving chess pieces, whomped by an angry willow... The worst Ron ever got was a broken leg and that was because that mangy ol’ Padfoot was trying to save his life. He still winced when he thought about the sound his leg made when his bone had snapped.
Ron truly knew in his heart of hearts how much danger his best friend, Harry was always in. Knew that on any day, at any time Harry Potter could be killed. "You-Know-Who" was out there, and so was Wormtail. Wormtail who was going out to find his fallen master and together they were going to come after Harry again.
No one was out on the Hogwarts grounds to see how Ron had turned a very angry shade of scarlet, under the evening's moon. Ron was still fuming over the deep betrayal, that his beloved rat, Scabbers, the Weasley treasured family pet that was handed down for years, was in fact actually the muderious, traitorious, animagius… Peter Petigrew. Petigrew, Ron learned was a personal spy for "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named". The very spy that cost his best mate both his parents, his Godfather, all the family that ever loved him. Not to mention Ron thought about how Petigrew allowed the Dark Lord the chance to give Harry the infamous lighting bolt scar on his forehead. A scar that Ron knew always marked Harry as an outsider.
The face of horror from Ron’s boyhood nightmare’s sprung up. “Enough of that.” He said as he scanned back and forth about the empty grounds nerviously. Noting only the constant evening fog that was rolling out from the Forbidden Forest. Ron had creeped himself out just thinking about ‘He who must not be named’. How the Dark Lord had snuck on to Hogwarts two times already, hadn’t he? Who’s to say he wasn’t on the grounds right now? Wormtail had a whole summer to find the Dark Lord, tell him where Harry was, didn’t he?
Ron shuddered hard as he picked up his pace toward North Tower, his trainers squishing in the dew and muddy moister of the grass. Realizing that being half way somewhere was a lot further than being all the way there, Ron thought. Somehow detention; even with Trelawney seemed a far safer place to be, safer than in an open field, late at night with the Dark Lord, free and about. Ron made it to the outside steps of North Tower before his own thoughts were calm enough to return back to his concern for Harry's well being.
Harry was like a brother. No, that wasn’t quite right Ron felt. Ron has brothers, too many to point a fact. But his and Harry’s bond was different, better than a brother's bond. Harry was Ron’s best mate. That’s all he needed to remember, whenever ‘The infamous shadow of famous Harry Potter’ casted over who Ron knew Harry really was.
Ron dashed up the North Tower's stone stairs, two at a time. His noble act of taking the higher road made Ron beam with personal pride. For all of his skipping out earlier on Hermione, running across the grounds, his ruminations over Harry, Ron still found himself late for his divination detention in North Tower.
As Ron made it up to and through the tower entrance, then over to the silver ladder which led up to divination, Ron prayed that Trelawney was as flighty as ever, that she wouldn’t notice him slipping into the class late. Or better yet still that the profesor was taken by the etherial voices from the other realm, fluttering around in her batty skull and simply forgot all about him and the whole damn thing.
As he grabbed the first rung of the silvert ladder up to the Divination class. Ron resigned himself to the truth of having no such luck at all. Really. Ron just wasn’t lucky in that way. As the light from the flickering candles caught his attention coming from the classroom, somebody was definitely there. Damn!
Fred and George were endlessly lucky, so were Bill, Charlie and perfect Percy. Life was lucky for all the other Weasley boys, even for Ginny, the only Weasley girl. Well, minus that bit with Tom Riddle and the Chamber of Secrets. Outside of that incident Ginny was lucky.
As the flickering shadows showed, luck was not with Ron. Even now, out of a whole divination class, he was the only one to get detention; and from one of the most non-confrontational teachers in the whole bleeding school to boot… How unlucky was that!
‘Bolluxs!’ Ron swore under his breath. As he cautiously poked his head through the divination trap door. His face was bathed in the erie orange and yellow light as he looked around. Trelawney's candles were lit, their flickering lights making shadows dance all over her walls; the lace veiled classroom curtains were drawn, yet they were still billowing in a mysterious breeze that blew in a room with always closed windows.
Ron surveyed the divination classroom. Somehow it just seemed a lot larger without all of his fellow classmates bustling about. Ron wasn't aware that Trelawney used complex spells to create an intimate enviornment in her room, creating a more intense sense of connectedness. Ron like most students were ignorant of all the work and efforts that the teachers put in behind the scenes to ensure that their charges were properly educated. Trelawney was no different whether people respected her class or not.
Ornate chairs, pillows, poufs and end tables dotted the space like an abandoned tea party out of Alice in Wonderland, Everything was covered in granny style cozies, dollies and hand laced table cloths; all seemingly older than Professor Trelawney. It was that familiar scent of her classroom that struck Ron first and foremost.
Just like it had all the other students who had climbed the rest of the way through the trapdoor and on up into the divination room; the smell, was hard to describe in regular scents. Ron felt it more so in emotions then in words. ‘Evocative’ was a word that would have come to mind if Ron knew it. Coming from a large wizarding family Ron’s vocabulary education was a bit stunted.
Once he stood up fully, Ron stepped off the last rung of the silver ladder, and on to the landing proper as he entered the empty classroom, and looked around.
“Sorry Professor…” Ron called out tentatively as he cautiously creeped deeper into the class.
Professor Trelawney was nowhere to be found. Better safe than sorry he thought. “It was Peeves…Peeves, removed all the doorknobs so I had’ta double back twice just’ta get here.”
Oh, he knew it was a lie. Being a Weasley, Ron wasn’t above a little white lie in an emergency. In some cases even big honking black ones. Especially in the pursuit of fun or freedom; at least that what the twins had taught him.
As he crept further into the room Ron started to feel the normal suffocating claustrophobia, and the usual accompanying befuddlement take over his mind. Again it was hot as a dog’s bollox. Ron wondered why the old coot was laying on the theatrics so heavy. I mean really, Ron knew it was all a wasted effort, since they were going to be the only two people there anyways.
The fragrances were pretty thick tonight too, he noticed.
Their divergent essences comingled and were even thicker than they had been during their regular classes earlier. Bored already, it didn't take Ron long to start wandering aimlessly around the class, slowly making his way over to the rows of divination cabinets. Might as well get a look at what he had to look forward to, Ron thought.
Ron passed the first in a series of cabinets, this one held row after rows of expensive looking chrytal balls, all of myriad sizes and colors, some beautifuly opaque and others sparklingly clear, while even others had strange objects floating inside them. Ron continued on past more cabinets with shelves filled with various other tools of divination like: One cabinet that displayed deck after decks of wildly illustrated tarot cards, some moving images just like giant chocolate frog cards, yet these were even more detaliled than those had ever been. while others cards had still illustrations that were creepy and unmoving like the muggle photographs Harry often had. Ron didn't know why but the still pictures scared him the most. Moving on Ron saw an interesting cabinet with shelves stuffed full of what had to be mythical animal bones, twisted dried entrails, discarded organs and a host of undistinguisable like other gore dried and ready for the casting. Growing up in the Burrows Ron knew animal parts when he saw them and a few of those bones were a bit too familiar for his taste. Recognizing a human skull he hastened on at that point.
Trelawney's class was a bit creepier than Ron thought at first and who would have thought it hid such facinating things. Divination class finally achieved a level of cool Ron could get behind. It freaked him out and peaked his boy curiosity. Now why didn't the old coot show some of these things in class? I mean the bones alone would have been fun to go over. And all those cards seemed pretty wicked awesome. Ron pondered confused at all the boring choices in teaching methods that Trelawney made. What a waste! He definitely need to get the boys together and sneak back in here one night and have a field day with some of this stuff.
Even though she wasn't one of the boys, Ron knew Hermione would've been in hog heaven if she could see all the rune stones that Trelawney had collected, both polished and rough, big and small in all kind of rocks and bones. Even a few in burnished metal. That was knew one for Ron. Each rune was notched with what he felt had to be powerful ancient symbols. Really, Ron thought, what fun he and Harry could have playing the game "Runes and Ruins" against Seamus and Dean with this lot. Yeah we're coming back here for sure! He smiled inwardly. Score! Ron thought, mishchief to be managed.
He laughed as he watched all manner of twitching wooden divining rods, quiver and shake, humm and emit various kinds of noises, that tickled his ear in a odd but fun way. What treasure were they made to point out, gold knuts? silver galleons? spotted dick? Ron laughted out loud just thinking about the silly and sublime treasures he and the fellas could find once he swiped a rod or two... or three...
Ron quickly passed all kinds of other strange devices of divination and prophet telling. Seeing even more things he didn’t know that were used in reading the future. All finally leading up to the cabinets that held the tea cups.
He wanted to survey the damage that a day full of grubby first year students made of the tea cups and saucers. “Grubby little wankers.” Ron mumbbled expecting the worst. Ron stopped dead in his tracks, disheartened, as he looked at the four cabinets that went clear from the floor to the ceiling. He knew that Professor Trelawney had amassed a lot of tea cup sets but this was…
“This is ridiculous!” Ron blurted as he looked on dumbfounded at the four cabinets. His mouth was literally agape at the amount of work that was ahead of him. He had not seen these cabinets before. But this was his worst nightmare, cleaning all of these cup sets all with out magic! She was crazy for sure if Ron was going to do all of that in one night. It wasn't like Ron had any idea of what detention with Trelawney was like. He was the first Weasley to forge this far ahead into divination.
Ron never paid attention to how many bloody cup sets there actually were in divination class. Still looking out he was awed. Four towering cabinets, double sided, each intricately carved on their edges, tops and bottoms with distinct patterns and reliefs of all manner of animals: gryphons, badgers, snakes, eagles and all kinds of magical items and symbols. The wood was old like everything else in the classroom.
Ron was intrigued by the very individual nature of each set, he examined them closely. These weren’t the cups they used in their regular classes with Trelawney. No, each cup and saucer set, were so distinct as to remind him of someone at the school. Ron picked up a set, one that was white and had a faint pink skull and cross bones on it. It was rimmed in sky blue white at the top and grey-green muck color at the bottom. Instantly a name struck Ron:
‘Yeah, Madame Pomfrey!’, Ron thought elated, as he looked closer still at the cup set, ‘She’d have picked that one to drink from for sure.’ Gently he returned the set to the shelf, moved down and picked up another set at random. Two cups were side by side, they kind of looked the same a little dusty and manky in their own way. Where one smelled faintly of moldy paper, the other smelled like pine cleaner and musty rags… Filch, Madame Pince, oddly Ron smiled, as those two names flashed in his mind.
Then he saw a mug and saucer set that was hairy and Ron swore that he heard it growl… definitely Hagrid, he laughed.
Cup after cup, Ron jumped from cabinet to cabinet randomly pulling off set after set as he identified teacher after teacher and what he thought they would’ve picked to drink from. It became a fun game rummaging threw the cups on the various curio cabinets. Ron actual lost sight of what he was really there for in the first place.
Until he found the cup and saucer set that was so foul, Ron felt no amount of cleaning was ever going to work on it. It was an oily glossy black looking cup with it's like matching glossy black saucer. On the outside edge of both was the sharpest ring of silver.
Ron was fascinated by the cup set. Found himself drawn eerily over to the cabinet that held it. The entire cabinet had a dark ominous pallor to it. But the band of silver around both pieces was so beautiful, magical, it was the only redeeming part of the whole set. The silver band had a blueish hew to it, arresting his attention. As Ron tried to make his way past the dark cup set, to continue his light hearted game.
It was then that the faint image started to stir in its empty darkness. Ron watched as the silver mist coalesce, saw the image of a silver doe enter from the cup handle. Watched unblinking as the powerful creature came right up to the cup side and gazing intently, unwavering at Ron.
Ron felt he knew the doe, knew it cared for him like a friend's friend, the intensity of his emotion, his connectedness, was too much, it freaked him out. Ron felt at peace with the doe but there was something dark surrounding the doe, Ron felt that trapped it held its innocence in a mood of indecision. Behind the doe’s large soothing black eyes as they silently blinked Ron could feel a sad peace and a boundless hope. Save for the beautiful doe, Ron knew straight away who that cup was for. Just thinking potion master’s name reminded Ron why he was actually in there. It was a detention, and this in spite of all of his facinating discoveries, this was a punishment.
Ron tore away from the ominous cup set; and the whole dark cabinet in general. As his thoughts wandered to how each teacher had their own unique way of dealing out punishments. A lesson he and his brothers had learned first hand over the years. Each Weasley having done a bit of time with each and everyone of Hogwarts teachers at one point or another, they amassed a large family knowledge of exactly what to expect from them: Professor Flitwick, made you spend time practicing charms; not the cool ones, the boring swish and flick of fundamental wand movement and incantations, Charley was good for that. Professor Binns, made you read passage, after dull passages from books older than Ron’s grammy’s, grammy; only to later find yourself waking up in a pool of your own drool, while the ghost Professor had long since wandered off forgetting you were even there in the first place; even perfect Percy added this to the family knowledge bank. Counting stars with Professor Sinestra was one of the oddest; the fact that she actually knew their numbers and positions; Bill’s contribution.
By and large the majority of the family knowledge on all things detention was overwhelmingly provided by the fiery redheaded twins, Fred and George. Those boys, Ron knew made it a point to get under a new teacher’s nerve as soon as possible. It was their sole efforts that turned it from a family pamphlet on detention into a legendary family tome. Ron laughed as he remembered how he and Harry had added to the rich Weasley tradition; the Whomping willow from second year came to mind. Now, of all the Weasleys, of all the Hogwarts students; Ron was the only one to ever get punished with detention by Sybill Trelawney. That had to be worth a special notation in it self? Something to set him apart from the rest.
But out of all the Professors and personnel, Every student knew by far the two worst Professors to ever recieve detention from were: Professor Severus Snape, the potions master; and Ron’s own head of house, Professor Minerva McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher.
McGonagall’s punishments Ron reflected were spot on they were so tailored to the offending student that no two were alike. They were always a constant reinforcement of whatever lessons, or rule that the student broke. You couldn’t help but notice learn your lesson. But the worst part for Ron in McGonagall’s punishment was that it also reminded you of how much you had actually disappointed her. Disappointing a person that truly understood and believed in you. Believed in the unfettered promise, the hope that your future held. There was no coming back from that kind of guilt.
Ron muddled through some more of the cups and saucers, half heartedly; now truly felling remorse about letting Minerva McGonagall down. Even here in a class and subject, he knew for fact the Professor found no merit in. Still…
Ron thought dealing with Trelawney or McGonagall was way better than having to suffer through detention with Severus Snape, on any given day. Ron shuddered and looked back to the dark curio cabinet and cup set behind him, the silver doe was gone and just the menace of the black cup loomed out at him. Ron hastened on.
Professor Snape’s style of detentions were the direct opposites of Professor McGonagall’s in both manner and function. Snape’s punishments were plain and simple Ron thought pure evil. No matter what the infraction his detentions were way past the pail in scope to the rule broken by comparison. Nasty. Foul.
Ron even felt that Snape deep down wanted secretly to see a kid get hurt, “accidentally”. The twisted git would enjoy that. Every detention with the Potions Master was an act of destroying your own self worth. You always felt worse about yourself for having done detention with Snape, than you ever would have did doing the original crime. For that reason alone all the kids avoided getting on the wrong side of Professor Snape. It was self-esteem suicide. Ron shivered.
Trying hard not to think about Snape, Ron had come to the final curio cabinet. As he paused it hit him like an epiphany; each cabinet represented one of the houses at Hogwarts. No wonder he found the teachers. Looking back Ron thought. Could all the other cups sets have represented the students as well? What would his cup look like? Hermione’s, Harry’s? Ron inspected the last cabinet and it all but confirmed his suspicions. The badgers engraved all over it, as well as the intricately carved plants, roots, food items, the pantry… this cabinet had Hufflepuff written all over it. He was no Hermione, but Ron was smugly content with his own new found logic.
Cup by cup he smiled as he knew the students that they belonged to Ernie McMillian, Hanna Abbot… The cup he picked up was a tall, handsome, sturdy cup, it was beautifully barked with little gold snitches that kept twinkling in and out all over the wood. Ron loved quidditch and knew the wood was a local variety that he was familiar with growing up around the Burrow.
Ron knew who that cup was, even though he never forgave the Hufflepuff’s pretty boy prefect for beating Gryfindor last year during that quidditch game, when Harry fell off his broom; because of those damn Dementors storming the pitch. Ron was exhilarated until another thought struck him like a bolt of lightning, as he turned the cup around inspecting it closely inside and out! “Hang on…”
“Bloody Hell!” Ron blurted out loudly as he picked up clean cup after clean cup. Holding one in his hand he leaned in, and looked into still another set remaining on the shelf. “All of these ruddy buggers are already fucking clean! What gives anyway?”
Frustrated and pissed Ron was talking out loud to nobody. So it caught him off guard totally when a disembodied voice answered back! “‘What gives?’”
“I’ll tell you what gives Ronald Bilius Weasley,” The voice boomed. “Is that you’re a crude, foul mouth, uncouth young man. Saying such unspeakable, things in my class. It doesn’t take a renown seer of my skill to read your future, Mr Weasley. I see for you… ” The voice was as breathy and hollow as ever. It seemed to come from all around Ron at one time.
Ron froze. Trelawney! Too afraid to even turn around. He really tore his knickers now, he actually swore in front of a teacher. Ron was the unluckiest Weasley of them all. He had forgotten he was there for detention and that at some point the teacher was going to show up. They always show up. What an idiot. Ron chastised himself at the same time being totally racked with paralyzing fear!
“I have half a mind to send a howler to your Mother, Molly right this very evening! I think Molly would love to hear all about her son’s cheeky behavior? What do you think of that, Mr. Weasley? Wouldn’t she be… ” She peppered question after question at him.
Ron honestly couldn’t remember hearing the rest of the questions; as her voice started to trail off to a dull roar. His hearing was over taken by the white hot noise of his own blood, as it drained from his head and heart and rushed around in his ears.
Trelawney’s threat of sending a howler to Molly Weasly! That did it. Trelawney, Lavender, Hermione, even Minerva McGonagall; all of them couldn’t hold a floating candle to the what his mother could do to punish one of her kids when they acted up. No his Mom was a witch to really be afraid of!
It panicked Ron so bad that he let out a small yelp and lost control of his hands. Hands that involuntarily spasmed in anxiety; unknowingly releasing the cup and saucer he had forgotten he was holding. The dishes crashed against the ground, on the only area uncovered with carpeting. Shattering spectacularly into millions of tinkling pieces sliding across the floor in the silence of the darkened divination room. So many brightly lit golden little snitches were released from the bark and shot off in all directions. They winked out, disappeared never to be seen again.
Much like all hope Ron had of getting out of this one alive.
‘Oh shit!’ Ron thought. ‘This was not going to end well. When did Trelawney come in? What’s she going to do to me? Did this mean another detention, or worse did he have to go see Dumbledore now?’ The prospect of seeing the Headmaster was crippling to Ron. And even more questions flooded the boys mind unhindered. Only to be pushed out by one thought, Dad.
It had just dawned on him once his Dad, Arthur Weasley heard from his Mum, Molly about the howler. Ron knew his dad was going to flip his nut over it. A howler! Just the thought of it screeching through the Burrow was enough to make him lightheaded and feel a bit faint.
Most people were afraid of Molly Weasley and rightly so Ron knew. His Mum was a right proper powerful witch in both her verbal skills and her physical use of magic. But when it came to issues of chivalry; Ron’s daft dad, Arthur, was a beast in his own right.
Arthur had a steel hand when it came to his boys acting like men. Ron’s bum still ached just remembering the spankings he got. All behind the muggle swear he had called Ginny after she broke his favorite toy broom. A muggle word that rhymed with ‘hunt’. Unfortunately for Ron, his curiosity confused, obsessed, muggle loving, Dad, knew that word— and exactly what it meant. The resulting tanning Ron got had him thinking his butt was made of actual leather for weeks. That is after the initial tortuous pain subsided. But the worst part was that Arthur lecture during the whipping stayed with him. His words dangled on the edge of his memory. He didn’t want a repeat of that encounter with Dad, not for anything in this world.
Still Ron feared that this time both of his parents wouldn’t see the humor in his simple joke, that their reactions would be a lot worse!
“Hmmm, looks like you actually might get a ‘real’ detention for that one Weasley.” The disembodied voice said, but sounded differently? “That was one of Trelawney’s favorite set from her Hufflepuff collection.”
Ron heart was racing so fast he became light headed, as he turned around to face the Professor in her wingback chair, at the head of the class. As he squinted in to the dark, trying to make out the small figure in the chair. It was obvious that it wasn’t Professor Trelawney. The figure’s outline was too small and shapely, to be the tall lanky teacher’s. The sound of clanking bangles and bead was also absent as he watched the silhouette of the witch lower a wand from her throat. A wand she used to magnify and alter her voice. No, this was someone different. Ron’s eyes literally bugged out once he made out who was actually in the chair. ‘Fucking seriously… ’ it was…
“Lavender Brown!” Ron shouted at the top of his lungs. Lavender just burst out laughing at the pale boy wizard. Ron looked white as a sheet when he thought it was Professor Trelawney in the chair; now that he knew it was Lavender his face flushed red as a beet. Pissed, Ron continued, “What the hell?!”
A/N: Hi I deleted the chapters The Woes of Ronald Weasley because I will go in another direction with the story. I can't tell if the story is or was engaging so I will try a different tact. Thanks and I will be coming back with new chapters soon when I figure out the coarse of the story. If you liked the previous storyline drop me an email at Xverdant@gmail.com and I will figure out how to continue that storyline. Thanks Chkokt! Peace 11/2014
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