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A Proposal of Grandiose Proportion || ZEKE Mar 7, 2013 10:04:04 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Mar 7, 2013 10:04:04 GMT -8

It was over.

The engagement was called off - or at least, Bellatrix thought that it was for now. She had stood up to her father, told him what she really wanted and called the entire thing off. Merlin, she didn’t even care what he thought of her at this point. He could run off and tell the world that she was a disgrace to their family name, but in her eyes...she wouldn’t be a Black for that much longer anyway. Or at least - she looked down at the ring that she was rolling between her fingers - that was what she thought. What she was about to do was unorthodox to say the least. She bit down on her lip, trying not to let her smile falter as she thought about it. Bellatrix Black was about to ask Zeke Maxwell to marry her. After years of their playful back and forth and relationship that seemed utterly destructive, she could deny it no longer. She was in love with him. She had been from the start.

The words that Integra had spoken to her a few days ago as they had sat in the owlery seemed to be ringing in her head - perhaps it was possible for her to create some sort of semblance of a life with someone, wasn’t it? She bit down on her lip, having not realized how very nervous she was about this moment until she really thought about it.

Bells was sitting on Zeke’s bed in the Slytherin common room, staring at the wall, trying to build back up that confidence that she had once had. She needed momentum, she needed a fire under her arse. Slowly she looked left until she found herself staring into the mirror that was on Zeke’s vanity. Slowly she got to her feet and crossed the room, putting her hands on either side of the dresser and looking at her face in the mirror. She had tamed her hair, the black ringlet curls falling down her back, half pinned up on the side. Her green eyes were sparkling under make up - she had had one of the girls in the common room do it for her, considering that she never wore make-up. She reached up and touched her cheek, admiring the flawless blush that seemed to sit there. She looked feminine, she looked dainty...Bellatrix Black looked like a beautiful woman. For Merlin’s sake...she was wearing a dress! She looked down at the short black dress and then back up at her face.

”You’re ready.”

[/b] She breathed to herself, trying to assure herself of the situation at hand.

The door knob to the room gave a slight jiggle and Bells knew that this was it. He was about to walk into the room. Immediately, she slipped the ring into her palm, hiding it from view. She straightened the waist line of her dress, trying to get it to lay flat against her stomach. Honestly, she felt as if her palms were sweating and she was going to pass out. And then, the door opened all the way.

Bells saw him, looking slightly disheveled, but she didn’t care, ”Evening, Zeke.”[/b] She breathed into the air between them, smiling slightly.

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A Proposal of Grandiose Proportion || ZEKE Mar 7, 2013 12:11:30 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 12:11:30 GMT -8

Zeke could still feel the air whipping around the small clearing, he knew that it should be producing sound, he should be able to hear it, there were a lot of things that he should be able to hear… but Zeke heard nothing. The only thing that he heard going through his head was his own voice, Avada Kedavra It was playing over and over again, followed by the brilliant flash of green… Every vivid detail was clear in his mind, as if they had been burnt into his head. He remembered Cgynus’s face when the words flowed out of his mouth, it was arrogant and cocky as if Zeke couldn’t possibly possess the ability to perform such an advanced spell. But, when the green flash emerged from his wand; it turned to shock for the briefest of moments, but in that moment… Cgynus had feared him.

Zeke felt the smile creep onto his face, his eyes had never left the body that was lying motionless in the clearing; he knew that it would be discovered by Hagrid sometime in the next day or two, but there was no evidence that it had been Zeke. Obviously Cygnus and Zeke would never talk in private like this, and with as drunk as Cygnus was… people wouldn’t look too much into it.

He leaned his head back against the tree and took a deep breath; he needed to get out of here, it had been almost an hour since he had… since it had happened. He used the tree once again to help pull himself up, Cgynus’s crucitas curse had done more damage than he had realized, he could feel the pain shooting through his body as he took the first couple of steps towards the castle. He knew that he should double back the way that he came just to ensure that people didn’t see him emerging from the clearing. So, he slowing began walking back the way that he had come. He felt… different. The feeling that the spell had given him when he had cast it was…surreal; it felt like the first time he had ever performed magic. Zeke continued his slow limp back towards the castle, with a large smile on his face as he remember the feeling of power it had given him. He had taken a life with his magic, it was the ultimate victory.

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Zeke knew it was late as he stumbled through the common room, he figured most people would just assume that he was drunk and not that he had just been in a fatal duel with a Death Eater. The thought made him chuckle to himself as he slowly made it to the dorms, he leaned against his door and slowly opened it; grateful to be back to his room where he could just say down and be in peace…

That was when he saw her.

Bellatrix was standing in front of him, at least Zeke thought it was Bellatrix, he’d never seen her like this. She was… well, she was wearing a dress. She had put on makeup and done her hair, his eyes trailed over the individual ringlets that she had hanging down. “You…” His voice was barely a whisper, “You look beautiful.” Zeke offered her a smile and then saw his own reflection in the mirror. He looked as if he had just been through a war, which was ironic to him because in a sense, he had. He quickly tried to dust off his pants, and then ran his fingers through his hair, trying desperately to get it to fall into its correct place.

He was trying to figure out why she was here, he was positive that he hadn’t made any plans with her; not that she would ever need a reason to visit Zeke. “Good evening, Bells.” His voice was still a whisper, he wanted to rush over and hold her; he wanted to tell her that she was free and that they could actually be together now. Just by here being here it was almost as if she already knew, but the thought that she was here… it was enough. Zeke couldn’t imagine a better ending to the evening.

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A Proposal of Grandiose Proportion || ZEKE Mar 7, 2013 12:46:18 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Mar 7, 2013 12:46:18 GMT -8

”Merlin, no. I’m not-”

[/b] Bells had never felt like she was beautiful. Andromeda and Narcissa were always considered to be the pretty ones of the family; she was the fierce one. The one that was unconventionally odd and dangerous looking. She wasn’t the beauty of the Black family...even her soul felt as if it was tarnished sometimes, ”I’m not beautiful. It’s probably just the dress. I stole it from someone’s closet.”[/b] She managed to say, reaching up to tuck one of the ringlets behind her ear. She was beginning to feel nervous again, her heart was in her throat, pounding in beats that seemed to quicken with every moment that passed between the pair of them. Bellatrix wasn’t sure what to do with herself in that moment. Her fingertips were moving across her stomach, flattening the dress still, as if she wasn’t quite sure how to wear it. Her green eyes moved upwards from the floor, traveling up his leg, his torso, and then finally landing on his face. Those gentle eyes that she had long cherished were staring right at her. She felt like he could see her entire soul in that moment; she felt as if he knew everything about her just from a look.

She wanted to walk toward him and hug him. She wanted to tell him everything. But the moment that she opened her mouth, her lips and tongue were dry. She couldn’t get anything to form. Her palm closed against the ring, hoping that it would give her some sort of strength. Anything to keep her from completely losing her cool in this moment, ”You look like a mess.”[/b] She managed to say, offering Zeke a weak smile from her position across the room. She was still refusing to move, refusing to let herself get any closer lest she lose it completely.

Bells had always been awful when it came to matters of the heart. She wasn’t sure how to handle her emotions and far too often she just pretended as if she had none. Just the same, she took a step forward, her hands shaking slightly the closer that she got to Zeke. She was holding her breath, her eyes locked on his, knowing that if she looked away, she would be completely and utterly lost and wouldn’t be able to go through with any of this. When she finally made it close to him, Bells reached up and put her hand on his shoulder, missing the familiar feeling of his arms around her.

How long had she been in love with Zeke Maxwell? In that moment, it was hard for her to say. She had been raised around him; their families were always together. Pureblood functions, forced play-dates. She remembered teasing him when they were kids because his hair stood up as if he constantly put gel in it...but now, looking at him, she wouldn’t have changed a hair on that head of his. Bells had cracked a bludger at him when he had joined the Quidditch team, saying that it was hazing, but in reality, it was her trying to chase away the feelings that she had felt for him. She recalled the summer that they had spent together last year visiting the Quidditch World cup and the mess that they had been. They had argued non-stop, but in the end, she hadn’t wanted to be there with anyone else. He thought that she was beautiful when others saw her as harsh and dangerous. She thought that he was too soft, but perhaps that was the perfect balance that she needed. For years, she had denied herself the possibility of falling in love with the man that now stood in front of her. But she wasn’t going to do it any longer...She couldn’t let herself be unhappy for the rest of her life. She had stood up to her father. And now there was only one more thing left to do to ensure that she was happy for the rest of her life.

”You know that I-”[/b] Bellatrix’s breath caught in her throat in that moment, she was about to admit something to him that she had never thought she would say in a million years. It was completely un-Bellatrix, it went against everything that she had ever thought she would do in her life. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to get a grip. But she could feel the edge of her tear-ducts stinging slightly. Bells opened her eyes, looking directly at Zeke’s, ”I’ve loved you this whole time, you bastard.”[/b] She breathed. She reached up and touched the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, ”I swore I wouldn’t cry. I don’t cry.”[/b] She said, trying her best to laugh, or do something other than burst into complete and utter tears in front of Zeke.

‘This isn’t exactly going as planned,’ She thought as she let a tiny laugh escape her lips. She was turning into a blubbering mess right where she stood and for a moment, she thought that she was going to turn into complete and utter jello in front of him. She reached up and ran her hands through her curls, breaking the ringlets and letting them fall back into place as she did. Her hand opened as she moved her hair, the ring falling out of her hand and falling on the stone floor of Zeke’s bedroom with a few clinks as it bounced across the space between them. She could do nothing but stare at it, stare at the ring that had betrayed her in that moment. She could only hope that Zeke wouldn’t be too entirely creeped out by what she was suggesting.

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A Proposal of Grandiose Proportion || ZEKE Mar 7, 2013 13:22:54 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 13:22:54 GMT -8

Zeke furrowed his brows at her, there was something wrong with her, and he could feel it. She was acting strange, and he could see the nervousness throughout her body. “You are. You always have been Bellatrix.” He chuckled softly as she tried to give credit to the dress, “It’s not the dress, it’s the lady wearing it. Zeke was pretty sure that was the first time he’d ever called her a lady, not that it wasn’t true. She knew all of the formalities, she knew how to act… she just was more of a spit-fire than most. Spit-fire. It had been one of the last insults that Cgynus had thrown at him before he had ended him.

Zeke laughed and shook his head, once again running his fingers through his hair; “Thanks for the complement love.” He wanted to get closer to her, but he was afraid to get too close to her. Zeke and Bells last conversation hadn’t ended too well… well, until they had decided to stop talking. He smiled at her, wanting to reach out and pull her closer, but he was afraid to ruin this moment, this seemed so perfect.

What had she said to him? Zeke’s mind couldn’t wrap around what Bellatrix had just told him… had she actually finally admitted that she loved him? He felt her hand on his shoulder and instantly Zeke’s hand quickly came up and cupped Bellatrix’s face, he had been waiting for her to say those words to him, “I know.” was all that he managed to say back to her. He gave her a playful smile before leaning in and kissing her forehead. He left his lips against her forehead while he whispered to her, “I’ve always known you love me, because we were made for each other.” His lips trailed down to the corner of her eyes and softly he kissed the tears that were forming. “You don’t have to pretend anymore, my love.”

The ring seemed to be enchanted with a noise charm as the sound it made was deafening. Zeke’s eyes followed it as it rolled in circles before finally settling down between the two of them. Instinctively, Zeke knelt down and picked it up, remaining on one knee in front of Bellatrix as he examined the ring. He looked up at her and cocked his head to one side, “Bellatrix… is this…” Suddenly, for the first time that he could ever remember in his entire life… Zeke was speechless.

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A Proposal of Grandiose Proportion || ZEKE Mar 7, 2013 17:02:31 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Mar 7, 2013 17:02:31 GMT -8

‘Dammit!’ Bellatrix internally cursed as she watched the ring spin a few times before finding its resting place directly between them. At first she wasn’t sure what to do, so she stared directly at Zeke, watching as his eyes followed the movement of the round jewelry.

Zeke was down on one knee in front of her and Bellatrix felt her heart jump into her throat for the second time in the small amount of time that had passed since he had walked in the door. This was all going wrong; for Merlin’s sake, if she was the one proposing, shouldn’t she have been on one knee? Looking down she noted that her heels were probably too high and her dress too short to attempt anything of the sort, so perhaps it was by fate and good-will that Zeke had ended up where he had, ”Merlin that’s-”

[/b] She wasn’t sure what to say.

Her hands were shaking at this point, but she reached out and placed them around Zeke’s hand with the ring, trying her best to keep steady. She sucked in a deep breath, wondering when the next bomb would drop in her life. Was he going to say no to her, ”That’s a ring, Z.”[/b] She finally managed to say, gently taking it from his hands and holding it in her own. She admired the pick - it was a family ring that had belonged to her grandfather and his father before them. Gold, engraved with roman numerals all around the band. It was strange, intricate, and yet, seemed strangely appropriate for him.

”Zeke, I stood up to him.”[/b] Her voice cracked slightly as she reached up and ran her hands through her curls again, freeing more of them from the tight ringlets that had previously held them in place, ”Cygnus. I just....well I told him to piss off.”[/b] She felt the tears welling over slightly again and she reached up to brush them away. She was afraid if she really started crying now, then she would never be able to stop, ”He’s not going to bother us any more. It’s done. All of it is finally done.”[/b] She was extremely proud of herself, she could feel it all the way down to her veins. She couldn’t wait to see her father’s face when she told him what she had done. She couldn’t wait until she forced him to walk her down the aisle and hand her over to Zeke...the man that she had loved all along.

”I know this is a little...well, it’s a lot unorthodox.”[/b] She got down on her knees, adjusting her dress so that it was straight and she sat there for a moment, just looking at Zeke. Bells wasn’t sure what to say, her eyes sparkling with tears of happiness. Merlin, she could look into those blue eyes of his for the rest of time and never get tired of it. He was right, they were a perfect match. He put up with her shit and she with his. They challenged each other at all times, but in the end, they came out stronger. They always had. Originally, Bells had thought that it was a chemistry that was strictly based on the Quidditch Pitch, but over the years it had changed into something so much more. She felt like they had been this way for their entire lives, ”Marry me.”[/b] She breathed, reaching up and placing her free hand on his cheek. She looked down at the ring for a moment and then back up at Zeke, hoping with everything that she had that she was doing this right.

She didn’t want to say anything else, didn’t want to enter into the silence that had momentarily settled between them. Her hand was still on his cheek, moving her thumb across his cheek bone as she sat there. Both of them were on the same level, the ball was in his court.

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A Proposal of Grandiose Proportion || ZEKE Mar 8, 2013 6:32:10 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2013 6:32:10 GMT -8

Of course Zeke knew what the small circular object was, but what he didn’t know was why Bellatrix had it; or more importantly, why had Bellatrix brought it to his room with her tonight. He knew what he wanted the reason to be, but that was impossible, Bellatrix was not here to propose to him; she couldn’t know that Cgynus was dead, not yet at least. Zeke’s mind was reeling as to what the reason could possibly be for all of this, she had gotten all dressed up and brought a ring to him… what else could be the reason?

Zeke felt his heart jump as she started talking about how she had finally stood up to her Father, apparently Zeke had not been the only person to stand up to Cygnus tonight. “I’m… I’m so proud of you Bellatrix.” He was finally able to get out as he pulled her close in a tight embrace, kissing her forehead softly before inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. “You finally did it, Bells, you really did it.” he whispered softly to her, he couldn’t believe that she had finally done it, he had begged her over and over again to stand up for them and she had finally done it.

Instantly, Zeke’s mind went back to the ring. Bellatrix had stood up to her Father… did that mean that the ring was actually for… Zeke’s eyes got wide as Bellatrix slowly lowered herself to her knees. He was pretty sure that his heart was going to beat out of his chest as his heart rate sped up; he began to wonder if Cgynus had actually killed him and he was just in some sort of a perfect after life; he was pretty sure the muggles called it heaven. “Is… is this real?” Zeke asked breathlessly, still in complete and utter shock that Bellatrix was down on her knees in front of him asking him to marry her. Zeke instantly dropped back down to his knees, his eyes finding Bellatrix’s sparkling green eyes. They were still a little glossy from the tears, Zeke reached up and brushed away a couple of stray tears before wrapping his left hand around her hand with the ring; “There is NOTHING, in this world that would make me happier than marrying you, Bellatrix.” and with that, Zeke leaned forward and quickly allowed his lips to find hers.

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A Proposal of Grandiose Proportion || ZEKE Mar 8, 2013 7:34:27 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Mar 8, 2013 7:34:27 GMT -8

Bellatrix practically rolled her eyes at Zeke as he asked if this was real. Of course it was, there was no way in hell that this was all a dream...at least not for her. If it was a dream, she would be far less nervous and her palms wouldn’t be sweating as much. If this was a dream, she was pretty sure that she would have at least tried to make it a bit more romantic in the grand scheme of things. Merlin, if this was a dream then Bellatrix Black had the single least imaginative mind that had ever graced the face of the planet, ”Don’t be daft.”

[/b] She breathed, her eyes locking with his again as he came a little bit closer. He reached up and wiped away some of the tears - tears that should not have been there if this was a dream. Tears, she had always thought, made her weak, but she was beginning to understand that they were a source of humanity. Tears and feelings made her feel...alive for the first time in so many years.

Zeke Maxwell made her feel alive.

After what seemed like an eternal silence of him trying to figure out if this was real, he finally answered her. With a yes. ’A YES!’ Bellatrix felt as if she was going to pass out in that moment, and the only thing that was keeping her tethered to this reality was Zeke’s left hand around hers. She had never in a million years expected to feel like this - like a girl getting married. Far too long she had thought she would be the victim of an unhappy and dutiful marriage, a deranged and broken home. But now...here with Zeke, she had hope for something better.

He pressed his lips to hers and Bellatrix felt herself wrap her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. It was as if all the happiness had somehow rooted itself in that one kiss. Honestly, it was like kissing Zeke Maxwell for the first time all over again. His soft lips were a welcome beacon back to reality against hers; a constant reminder that she had done good for once in her life. She was going to marry Zeke Maxwell and call herself Bellatrix Maxwell and she would be happy. That was perhaps the most important puzzle piece of all. For once she wasn’t concerned about her family’s state of affairs, she just wanted to be in a place where she could say that she was completely and incandescently happy.

Bells pulled away from him for only a moment to survey the look that was in his eyes, trying her best not to cry again, ”Is this what it feels like?”[/b] She breathed into the small space that was between them. She shook her head, a smile creeping onto the edges of her lips, ”To be perfectly and utterly happy?”[/b] Gently she ran her fingertips through his hair, making it stand up straight like it had from days in their childhood.

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A Proposal of Grandiose Proportion || ZEKE Mar 8, 2013 9:32:49 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2013 9:32:49 GMT -8

Zeke slid his fingers through her hair, letting his fingers knot themselves in her hair; he knew he was probably ruining her ringlets, but he didn’t care anymore… he just wanted to feel Bellatrix, his Bellatrix. His Fiancé . The words rang out in his head like victory bells; he felt like a knight from mid-evil times, he had conquered the evil tyrant and set the beautiful princess free and she had become his. ”This was the stuff fairy tales are made off.” he thought to himself, his eyes still locked onto Bellatrix’s.

He delicately pulled the ring out of Bellatrix’s hand and turned it over in his hand, it was a beautiful ring; not too flashy but not dull or boring in the least. “You know, you’re supposed to put this on me after I say yes… However…” He gave her a playful smile, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wand and a single silver knut, Zeke closed his hand around the knut and flicked his wand at his hand before discarding his wand carelessly, he wouldn’t need it anymore tonight, anyway. Zeke opened his hand to show Bellatrix a small, silver ring that had been the knut at one point. “It’s not fancy, but we can go to diagon alley and get you one that’s worthy of being on your finger.” Zeke said softly to Bellatrix, it was just important to him that he get a chance to put a ring on her finger, “I… I just… I just want the world to know that you’re mine.” His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke to her.

He nodded his head as she pulled away to look at him, “Yes. Yes it is.” He whispered softly to her, as she played with his hair, sticking it straight up. At first he didn’t realize why she was making it stick straight up and then it dawned on him that was how he use to wear it when he was a child and the two of them had been forced to hang out together. “This was always a terrible hair-style for me.” he chuckled to her, a broad smile permanently plastered on his face as the two of them knelt on the stone floor. It was the first time that it dawned on Zeke just how long he had known Bellatrix, and he suddenly needed to ask her, “How long have you loved me?”

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A Proposal of Grandiose Proportion || ZEKE Mar 10, 2013 12:32:00 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Mar 10, 2013 12:32:00 GMT -8

He took the ring from her and Bellatrix felt slight anxiety again; she was crossing into uncharted waters. She had never before experienced this feeling of being happy. Too long she had put off her own happiness for the sake of making other people happy. She had put it off because she believed that honor was better than living the life that she wanted. It wasn’t until he started speaking that she realized she most likely looked as if she had completely zoned out. Bells’ head immediately snapped up as he instructed her that she was supposed to have put the ring on his finger after he had said yes, ”Merlin,”

[/b] She said as she rolled her eyes, ”Can’t you just be satisfied that I got on my knee, Z?”[/b] She said, slightly joking, but still slightly serious. Bellatrix Black wasn’t one to go against tradition, so this whole thing had her all out of sorts. It wasn't until she looked up at him that she realized that he was joking; that grin on his face was a dead give-away. Just the same, she grabbed his left hand and slid the ring onto his ring-finger, smiling slightly at her handy work.

Bells looked at him with the coin and then shook her head. He had always been a wiz with transfiguration, something that she had never really grasped. But she figured out what he was doing as soon as he opened his hand and she saw the glimmer of a new silver accessory in his palm. It was her own ring. He said that he would get her something better and she shook her head adamantly, ”No, merlin, no,”[/b] Bells breathed as he slid the ring onto her finger. He was right, it was hardly the large diamond that she would have expected from someone that was forced to wed her like Rodolphus, but it was perfect for the pair of them, ”I don’t need another one.”[/b] Her voice was uncharacteristically small as she spoke, and even stranger still, she reached up and pushed some of her curls behind her ear as if she was still nervous about something, ”Trust me, the world’s know that you’re mine since I branded you with that bludger in third year.”[/b] She smiled at him and then let go of her hair, realizing that this was a dead give-away that she was still feeling slightly nervous about the whole ordeal.

”I rather enjoyed it,”[/b] She said casually as she stuck up more of his hair with her fingertips. It was rather amusing to see him like that again, brought back memories of when they were kids, bickering amongst themselves about every thing under the sun. Perhaps that was why they were such a perfect match; he challenged her when it seemed as if no one else would, ”It’s hard to say, honestly.”[/b] She answered, looking into his eyes and trying to see why he was asking her these things, ”I realized it during the world cup.”[/b] She said, blushing slightly. At that point, Bells had to look away. She hated when she blushed in front of other people, it made her feel as if her emotions were showing too much through the thick exterior that she fought so hard to keep up during her life, ”We fought the entire time.”[/b] She said, as if she really needed to remind him of the trip. They had literally been at each other’s throats at almost all hours of the day, ”But in the end, there was no one else that I wanted to be there with.”[/b] That was honestly it; they could fight each other for as long as they wanted, but in the end...in the end, she still wanted no one else. She had never wanted anyone else.

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