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The Clue In The Cauldron, Chapter 4: Assorted Meetings
:headdesk: As Anon pointed out in the last chapter, I FORGOT ROSE. So, it'll have to have been something fairly large for her not to have been there, eh?

Anyway, James left Al heading down toward the boats.

Eek, went back to rhymezone for the Sorting Song, looking for rhymes with "hat". "false vampire bat"... really?

I decided to skip the ficlet about Victoire "getting even" because there's enough going on here already.



Chapter 4:
Assorted Meetings


Al watched James head off for the carriages. The cold rain seemed like a bad omen, like--

"Albus! What're you doing, we're waiting for you."

He turned. His cousin, Rose Weasley, had an exasperated look on her face as she stood by the side of the lake, one hand holding back a boat. Beyond her, Hagrid was grinning and his assistant, Roger Young, was starting to shove the first boats off. Beside her was the thin blond boy from the platform who Dad had said was Draco Malfoy's son. She leaned over to him and said something that looked impatient, and he grabbed the boat, then she came over to Al and grabbed his arm.

"Come on, we're the last!" She led him down to the boat. "That's Scorpius Malfoy," she said. "I thought he might have some trouble finding friends, and Dad was being so impossible back on the platform--"

"He was just joking," Al said.

"Mmm, maybe. But I went and found Scorpius on the train, and we collected up some others, and then we sat with Marie and Aimee and Artie. I guess Artie might have rather sat with you and James, now that I think about it." She shrugged. "Oh, well, done now. We need to get on the boat. Hagrid's waiting."

"I wondered where you'd got to."

"Not enough to come looking?"

"No, not really." Al shook his head. "Er, that's not what I mean. I mean, we were having a good time with James's friends. I thought you'd come by eventually."

"Oh, I forgot James would already be there with his friends. That would have been easier for the boys, wouldn't it?"

Al didn't answer. One didn't really need to answer Rosie all the time; she could carry on a whole conversation with herself for an hour. Al liked this about her, actually, as long as the conversation wasn't about dead languages, since he didn't understand them.

They reached the boat, and Scorpius Malfoy smiled wanly. Al smiled back. They both let Rosie keep talking as they launched, the last boat to go gliding out across the black water toward the castle.

"I've been thinking," Rosie said, "that I'd like to be in Ravenclaw. I think Dad wouldn't really mind, and Minister Shacklebolt obviously thinks it's a good house. I think Mum would like it. But there is the matter of Gryffindor tradition. I suppose I couldn't help it if I were Sorted out. Al, are you worried about being Sorted out of Gryffindor?"

Al shook his head, though of course he'd worried about nothing else for weeks until Dad had told him this morning that, if worse came to worse, he could just ask the Sorting Hat to put him somewhere.

"Luna says it's a great place to be, and she wasn't even popular there. I want to try out that door knocker." Rosie bit her lip and looked ahead as the boats began their glide under the archway into the castle. "But Gryffindor would be nice as well. All the cousins are there."

"Your father's a pure-blood," Scorpius said, speaking for the first time. "That means your cousins are everywhere."

Rosie stopped. "I hadn't thought of it that way."

Scorpius's face went beet red. "Er... sorry, I didn't mean it that way, just, I mean, I don't think about pure-blood and, er..."

"I live in the house with the Black family tree," Al said. "I was thinking the same thing."

This got a weak sort of smile, and Scorpius fell silent again.

The boat came to a stop at the docking platform, where Neville Longbottom was waiting for them in heavy, fancy robes. Al had heard about this and thought it would look very silly to see Neville dressed up (it always looked silly when Dad tried it), but it actually looked a little intimidating, at least until Neville smiled.

"Professor Hagrid," he said, nodding to Hagrid.

"The first years, Professor Longbottom."

"Thank you. I'll take it from here. I'm sure you and Mr. Young want to get inside where it's warm."

"Got that right," Roger said, and the two of them came around the first years and went up into the castle.

Al felt a bump to one side, and turned to find that his cousin Artie Weasley--Victoire's younger brother--had jostled up to him. "Did you hear?" he asked breathlessly. "About Teddy and Victoire?" Al nodded. Artie shook his head in disgusted disbelief and muttered, "Sisters."

Neville cleared his throat. "First years, you can catch up on gossip later. I know I plan to." There was a nervous laugh. "But for now, let's get our robes straightened and our hair combed. It's time to go up and meet the Sorting Hat. I think of it as an old friend at this point. Sort of an annoying and rude one, but it's usually right."

With that, he led them up the stairs in two lines, and into the antechamber off the Great Hall. Al had been here many times (most memorably during the year that Fenrir Greyback had escaped Azkaban and all of the families of his primary targets had taken shelter at Hogwarts), but it seemed different now that he was really here.

There was only one mirror in the room, and most of the girls went off to use it, leaving the boys to correct each other as well as they could. Malfoy signaled that Al's hair was standing up in several strange directions, but there was nothing to be done for that. Al noticed that Artie had a big splash of mud on his face, and got him to wipe it off with his sleeve. This was all that seemed to need doing, but the girls were still at the mirror, as if they'd been working the fields all day and were getting ready for a Yule Ball now.

The door opened, and Neville came back in. "All right," he said. "They're ready for you. I want you all to remember that every Hogwarts House has produced heroes and villains. Your House will be what you make of it. They all have strengths, and they all have weaknesses."

"Gryffindor doesn't have villains!" a frightened looking boy in back said.

"I think anyone betrayed by Peter Pettigrew or bitten by Fenrir Greyback might disagree," Neville said, then shook his head. "I know a lot of faces here, and so do other teachers. I would remind all of you that here at Hogwarts, I am 'Professor Longbottom.'"

Al ground his teeth. That would take some remembering.

With a tilt of his wand, Professor Longbottom opened both doors to the antechamber, and beyond them, the doors of the Great Hall. Al could see the others students sitting at their tables, necks craned.

Now or never.

He took his place in line, ending up beside Artie and a girl with thin brown hair, and let the momentum of the group move him forward. The little procession wound inside, and before they got even a few feet in, Al could hear the whispers--"Isn't that... oh, looks just like him..." He winced, and happened to catch sight of Malfoy, who was doing the same thing. He must have got it all his life as well.

They stopped in front of the battered old Sorting Hat, which now rippled with phantom shadow-flames. The wide, singed hole in its brim opened, and it began to sing:

In the days of knights and kingdoms
When the school was first begat
I was taken from the head of Gryffindor,
And became the Hogwarts Sorting Hat!

The days were dark and violent,
but the Founders stood as one,
Saying "Here we build our fortress,
and what will be done is done."
They brought a hundred students,
with magic all to bind,
and here they taught and here they fought
to create our wizard-kind.

But soon they raged against each other,
and it might have failed for that--
But I was taken from the head of Gryffindor,
To become the Hogwarts Sorting Hat!

Each gave a little mind to me,
So I could share with you
the little quirks they loved the most,
And the the things they wanted, too.
So fair Rowena sought the wise,
and Godric sought the brave
Helga loved the kind at heart
And Salazar, the clever knaves.

With all that they have given me,
when I was but a sprat
I didn't mind being taken,
To become the Hogwarts Sorting Hat!

And from the tower, bronze and blue,
calls out to the wise
For now at this year's sorting,
new Ravenclaws will rise!
And gold and scarlet banners
wave in the mirrored tower high
to summon this year's Gryffindors--
the brave ones will reply.

I will whisper soft and clear
And tell you this House or that,
For I was chosen long ago,
To become the Hogwarts Sorting Hat!

Slytherin, as always, calls
to those with great ambition
So if you want to do great things
Try the Slytherin tradition.
Hufflepuff means hard work
but a wage both true and fair,
If you have a loyal heart,
Then you'll find your best home there.

May these, the Houses, ever stand--
We need them all as in the past.
Which is why they chose me long ago
To become the Hogwarts Sorting Hat!

We've seen our tribulations,
And blood has spilled before.
When we let go of our vision
and descended down to war!
The school has lain in ruins,
with the Great Hall shattered, too,
and all lost much with no one spared,
Because a liar rose to rule!

But we survived it, always will,
No matter how they try to lay us flat.
Even through the flames they lit,
I remain--the Hogwarts Sorting Hat!


It finished, then started to bend its tip to the students, which the teachers seemed to take as a sign that it was done. The older students applauded. Professor Longbottom looked at it warily, then shook his head and said, "Babson, Luella."

Al watched his classmates being Sorted, waiting his turn with both eagerness and nervousness (no matter what Dad said about accepting anything, it was still a bit unsettling to have something actually looking into his brain). Luella Babson went to Slytherin, and a girl named Hermione Cook entered Gryffindor. Harry Cummins also went to Gryffindor, and Harry Dwyer ended up in Ravenclaw (James made a game of "counting the Harrys," but Al found it annoying, and thought Professor Longbottom might, too, judging by the look on his face when an arrogant looking boy named Neville Eagan was put in Hufflepuff). There were also two Rons, a Sirius (much to what would have been the real Sirius's annoyance, he was put in Slytherin), a Ginevra, a Luna, and two Minervas who had been chatting with one another since the boats (the first, Minerva Brown, was put into Gryffindor, and Al had a feeling that Minerva Wood wouldn't be going anywhere else, either... at least they both had a reason). As far as he knew, he was the only Albus, and he was definitely the only Albus Severus.

"Malfoy, Scorpius."

Al felt Scorpius Malfoy tense up beside him. The whispers, considerably less kind than they generally were around Al, rose up. Al frowned out at the older students.

Scorpius went to the Sorting Hat.

"Well, he'll be a Slytherin," Al heard someone say quite loudly, just before the Hat opened its brim and called, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Scorpius remained on the stool. He frowned. The Hat squirmed, then repeated, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Professor Longbottom went to him and whispered something in his ear.

Scorpius took off the Hat and looked at it in complete wonder, then went over to the Hufflepuff table. Carny Apcarne--a fourth year who was the younger sister of one of Teddy's friends--rose up and put a hand on Scorpius's shoulder, giving him a fond smile and guiding him to sit down among her friends. He looked at her with confusion. She gave him food from her handbag.

"Nelson, Belinda," Professor Longbottom said blandly, moving the line along. Belinda Nelson became a Ravenclaw, and George Patchen joined Scorpius in Hufflepuff, then Professor Longbottom called, "Potter, Albus."

Al took a deep breath and went to the stool, where Professor Longbottom handed him the hat. The whispers seemed very, very loud, but at least not unkind. Al put the Hat on.

"Ah," it said. "An interesting mind."

Er... thank you? Al thought.

"Ravenclaw would suit you brilliantly."

Raven...

"Yes, your mind is very sharp, and you have a way of figuring things out..."

But I don't want to be a Ravenclaw, Al thought without even considering it. Ravenclaw? He hadn't even thought about Ravenclaw.

"You're certain? You'd do well in Ravenclaw."

I thought you might say Slytherin.

"Hmm. No, I see no twists in your cleverness, and your ambition is somewhat lacking for that House. You are brave and wise, but want little for yourself. Even Hufflepuff, but Ravenclaw..."

I don't want to be a Ravenclaw, Al thought again, as firmly as he could. He wasn't sure why he was so adamant about that, but it felt right.

"If you're sure..." the Hat said.

I am.

"Well, in that case... GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table exploded with applause, and by the time Al got the Sorting Hat off his head, James had already jumped up onto the bench and was waving him over while his friends made room. While he was getting settled, "Robbins, Elizabeth" became a Hufflepuff and "Rylant, Oliver," joined the Ravenclaws.

"Told you," James said.

"You did not, you've been saying Slytherin for a month."

"I told you when I wasn't joking." He waved his to the other firsties and invited them down the table, but none of them moved.

"Schwartz, Angela" joined the Gryffindor table. "Tibbons, Edward" became a Ravenclaw. "Valence, Hermione" went to Ravenclaw as well.

"Weasley, Arthur."

Artie practically ran up to the stool and pulled the Hat on, and James was already making room when the Hat called, "SLYTHERIN!"

The whole of the Gryffindor table, including Artie's three older sisters (Victoire, Marie, and Aimee), looked stunned. Artie took the Hat off and said, aloud, "I think it's broken." Al wondered if he'd tried to argue.

The Slytherins laughed uncomfortably, then Neil Overby-Blondin, a fifth year prefect, rolled his eyes and gestured Artie over. Artie, looking confused, went.

"Weasley, Rose."

Rosie, looking positively alarmed at Artie's Sorting, her face as red as her hair, went to the Hat. She bit her lip and put it on. Again, James made room. This time, the Hat said, "RAVENCLAW!" No one knew exactly how to react until Rosie smiled widely and practically skipped over to the Ravenclaw table. Minerva Wood indeed came to Gryffindor, immediately re-starting her conversation with the other Minerva, and a Muggle-born boy named Tom Yorrick went to Slytherin, then the Sorting was over. The Feast began.

Al's memories of his first Hogwarts feast would always be warm and soft-edged, but non-specific. He met the other Gryffindor first years, and then Celia Dean, a fourth year who James considered deeply cool, joined them for a long time, making wry comments about whatever gossip she'd heard. There was talk about Teddy and Victoire, and James warmed to it when Celia seemed to think it was silly for him to object, then Victoire herself came over to welcome Al and embarrass James as much as she could in revenge for the scene he'd apparently made at King's Cross. She was Head Girl this year, and her badge seemed very shiny in the candle-light. Marie was a new prefect, and it was Marie who ultimately led the first years up to Gryffindor Tower and introduced them to the Fat Lady, who'd got quite faded recently and looked listless when she welcomed them.

Al and his new dormitory mates were exhausted by the time they got to their room, about halfway up the tower (one floor beneath James's room, which meant they were subjected to a great deal of thumping as James and his friends rearranged the room to their liking before bed). They introduced themselves. Harry Cummins was a Quidditch fanatic who turned out to have a poster of Mum from her Harpies days, which he asked Al's permission to put up (Al granted it, as long as Cummins promised that he wasn't thinking anything wrong about her); Ron Gaines, who turned out to be a Muggle-born who'd had no idea he was bearing a common wizarding name, started thinking about what he might change it to; Norman Galbraith was determined to prove that he could be the bravest Gryffindor ever ("Er, except Harry Potter, of course," he demurred to Al). Al thought he would like them eventually, when they got used to him, but for the start, he thought he'd being hanging around with James.

They finally got to sleep very late, which made it even more disorienting to awaken on the first day of classes in a new place. Professor Longbottom handed out schedules at breakfast, and Al discovered that his fist class was double Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. Their first task would be some simple soil preparation, and they were supposed to work in groups of three. Ron, Cummins, and Norman had all come down together for breakfast and joined each other, but they looked genuinely sorry when they realized Al was left out. Al gave them an "it's all right" sign and looked around for some group not made up of girls who were whispering and giggling behind their hands. He spotted Scorpius Malfoy, who was glowering at his pot. One other Hufflepuff--Elizabeth Robbins--had taken up with him and was trying to cheer him up. Al thought about what Rosie had said, about how he might not have an easy time making friends, and decided that Dad and Mum would tell him exactly what to do here.

He went over and sat down. "Can I join you?"

Scorpius shrugged. "Fine with me. Beth?"

The girl nodded. "Sure, Scops."

"Scops?" Al asked.

"You try making up a nickname for Scorpius," Scorpius said, then smiled. "Well, I guess Albus Severus is no great treat of a name, either."

"I'm just glad my last name isn't 'Smith,'" Al said.

"With initials like 'ASP,' it's amazing you didn't end up in Slytherin."

Al blinked. "You know, James was teasing me about ending up in Slytherin for a month, but he never came up with that one."

Scorpius laughed. "Yeah, well." He sighed.

"James kept saying the family would disown me if I ended up there."

"And I'm worried mine will disown me because I didn't."

Al took the opportunity to share Dad's opinions about valuing all the Houses, and how he'd have never disowned Al. Scorpius didn't find it convincing. He was still waiting for a reply from home.

They worked together for an hour, Beth eventually taking over most of the conversation. Al didn't think Scops Malfoy would end up being his best friend--that would have been awkward--but he seemed all right. As they finished up, the rain began to fall again outside the greenhouses, and everyone did up their cloaks.

Scops did up his buttons, then ran his hand absently over his chest, stopped, and made a strangled sort of sound.

"What is it?" Beth asked.

"My snake brooch," Scops said. "It was silver. Mum and Dad gave it to me. Oh, great, now they'll think I lost it on purpose!"

The whole combined Herbology class looked for fifteen minutes, and Professor Longbottom tried a Summoning Charm, but no one found the pin.

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sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: March 3rd, 2010 09:18 am (UTC) (Link)

The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

"Al had heard about this and thought it would look very silly to see Neville dressed up (it always looked silly when Dad tried it)."

Awwww. If anything could be more adorable than James, it would be Grownup!Harry!

Isn't a brooch a lady's thing? Is there a different word, like medallion or something, when it's men's jewelry?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2010 09:20 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

I don't know. If a guy can tell me, I'd appreciate it--I'm thinking a big cloak pin that goes at the throat to close it.
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: March 3rd, 2010 02:42 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

Can't he just clutch at his neck and say, "My cloak pin! The big silver snake Mom and Dad gave me!"

Are we going to see Scops' parents' reaction to his Sorting?
sidealong From: sidealong Date: March 3rd, 2010 06:57 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

She already wrote that one! To a ficlet request I made. Don't know how to find it on here though.
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: March 3rd, 2010 07:44 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

Yeah! I'm hoping that ficlet finds its way into this opus! Absolutely my favorite Draco/Ast(e/o)ria story!
hermia7 From: hermia7 Date: March 3rd, 2010 10:35 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

Ah, I liked that one too. Fern, is there a centralized list of your ficlets? I should go check your website...
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2010 10:47 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

It's on the right menu, under "Harry Potter fics on LJ". I find the tags the easiest way to do it!
hermia7 From: hermia7 Date: March 3rd, 2010 10:48 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

Ah, thanks. I somehow tried the link that leads to stuff from 2006. Sigh.
sidealong From: sidealong Date: March 3rd, 2010 10:42 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

Oh, you already know the ficlet.

I don't think she'll incorporate it here,
as she seems to be sticking to James and Al perspective.
alphabet26 From: alphabet26 Date: March 3rd, 2010 11:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

From: (Anonymous) Date: March 3rd, 2010 10:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

isn't that a clasp?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 6th, 2010 12:20 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Harry's Boys Mysteries: Book I

And after the talk of it, I looked it up, and brooches turn out to be unisex!
katyhasclogs From: katyhasclogs Date: March 3rd, 2010 09:58 am (UTC) (Link)
I have to admit, I wasn't sure I was going to be very interested in James and Al when I read you were starting this, but I'm loving it. Al in particular is just adorable.

So that's a second bit of silver jewelry gone missing now. Interesting...
i_autumnheart From: i_autumnheart Date: March 3rd, 2010 12:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love your next-gen fic as a rule (most people's I feel nothing for), and this one is no exception; you're one of the few people who manages to give the kids enough of their own personalities to carry a story that has to take the weight of canon into account.

Personalities and the little touches - like all the namesakes in Albus' year! Great touch there.
willowbough From: willowbough Date: March 3rd, 2010 02:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hee. Nice to see the next generation mixes things up a bit with their Sortings. Good insight about all those Harrys, Rons, Hermiones among the incoming Hogwarts classes.
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 3rd, 2010 03:16 pm (UTC) (Link)

this is getting so good!

YAY for Sorting Hat IC logic of WHY Albus potter Can't be in Slytherin.

that's what i thought too!

and awww it's nice for James II and albus for getting along after all>

is this going to be as long as Shifts or Dedalus Maze?

-anne
etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: March 3rd, 2010 05:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Al is a little sweetie -- I'm enjoying spending some time in his head. But what's wrong with Ravenclaw? Do I see some signs of the upcoming mystery in missing silver jewelry and a faded Fat Lady? BTW, very nice Sorting Hat song!
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 3rd, 2010 06:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
Awesome! I love what you've done with Rose and Scops, as well as James and Al. The namesake thing is ingenius. Just because I'm curious, do you know who Minerva Wood's mother is?
And...no little Remuses and Doras?
sidealong From: sidealong Date: March 3rd, 2010 07:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
I think of it as an old friend at this point. Sort of an annoying and rude one, but it's usually right."

Amusing comment from Neville considering the whole pulling Gryffindor's sword out of the Sorting hat to kill Nangini event. Didn't Neville save that Hat from the fire? You think the hat would "be nicer" to Neville.

This is SUCH a FUN project! Love love love it.
hermia7 From: hermia7 Date: March 3rd, 2010 10:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
Whee, just caught up on this. THRILLED that you're back to the post-canon stuff; I adore your Teddy, etc. world.

I heard a little dun-dun-dun in my head re. the pin; there is something going on with swirly silver things in this story! Love it.
malinbe From: malinbe Date: March 4th, 2010 12:40 am (UTC) (Link)
This was really good. I'm happy I didn't remember where everyone ended up. I was a bit surprised at the change in the POV character, though.

Anyway, so someone or something is stealing silver things... interesting.
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 4th, 2010 01:58 am (UTC) (Link)
Angela Schwartz? Doesn't Schwartz mean Black? You know, I'd only ask this in the oddly-coincidental HP world, but any relation?

Ellen
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 4th, 2010 02:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Ha, I hadn't even thought of that. Who knows?
From: severely_lupine Date: March 4th, 2010 04:08 am (UTC) (Link)
One thing I thought of last chapter--James gave his owl the same name as one of his cousins? Was that intentional?

Oh, Neville. How I do love him.

I'm glad you have Albus and Scorpius on friendly terms. I always like to imagine them as friends. I think the whole 'looks just like his father' thing would bring them together a bit.

Nice song. You know, the one you wrote for Forest Guard actually made me cry.

I love all the kids named after everyone. Seems like it could get awfully confusing for Al and the others who know the originals, though. It would be interesting if there actually was a Severus in the crowd.

How cute, Artie's in Slytherin. One thing I've wondered about Louis (who, I suppose, would be Artie's equivalent) is what exactly the effect of veela blood is in a boy. Granted, there's not a lot, but still.

Poor Al, dealing with roommates with the names of his dad and uncle, and having a poster of his mom in his room. Poor, poor Albus. Kid just never had a chance, did he?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 4th, 2010 05:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Which cousin? I don't remember a cousin named Lucy! (Argh, getting all mixed up. If one of the cousins is Lucy, then the owl is Lucia, but I really don't remember a cousin named Lucy!)

Yeah, it's got to be tough for kids of heroes, especially if they look alike. And I'd think Al and Scorpius would definitely have a frustration to bond over there!
From: severely_lupine Date: March 4th, 2010 12:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
Lucy's one of Percy's kids, at least if you're going with JKR's family tree on that one.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 4th, 2010 09:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ah, okay. I don't think I've had a Percy scene since Forest Guard, and it was written before that came out, so I hadn't had any reason to check it. Okay, the bird is Lucia then. (Neither the bird nor the cousin is going to figure heavily, I think I can say without spoiling anything. I just put in the owl because when I re-read the epilogue, both boys had owls.)

Edited at 2010-03-05 01:35 am (UTC)
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