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The next couple of days passed by simply enough. Lucifer had a couple more lessons with Ginny, trying to help flesh out her knowledge of the 'first-year' curriculum.
Come Saturday morning, before the sun was even up, Oliver Wood dragged his entire team out of bed and onto the pitch for training.
By the time Lucifer left the castle with Astoria, they could still see flashes of scarlet and gold streaking around the Quidditch field.
Astoria, listening to the faint roar of Wood's voice carried by the wind, couldn't help but murmur, "They really do work hard."
"Probably the only day they'll get the pitch all to themselves," Lucifer replied, flicking his hand, casting a warming shield around the two of them against the biting wind, "I just saw Flint talking with Hufflepuff's captain. Hufflepuff isn't about to hand Gryffindor the wins this season..."
If Slytherin was the least popular house, Gryffindor had to be second from the bottom. Who actually enjoyed classmates who were loud, reckless, always chasing the spotlight and stirring up trouble? The other houses only tolerated them when it came to standing against Slytherin.
The rest of the time, they didn't have much patience for Gryffindor's antics.
If Hufflepuff found out how desperately Gryffindor was training to beat them, they'd probably start hogging the pitch out of sheer spite, even if they didn't feel like practicing themselves.
Under the curious glances of a few passing students, Lucifer swung open the iron gates of the school and strolled right out.
A man of his word, he hadn't forgotten the promise he made to Astoria. Somehow she'd managed to smooth things over with Daphne about two stuff, 'first' being finally accepted Lucifer becoming their step-dad, Evelyn's pregnancy, which in his mind wasn't actually the most difficult task, but about keeping her contained of Hannah and Susan's as well, yeah those girl weren't exactly human anymore, and kept using 'fertility' potions, so it was just a likely outcome of when.
Since the entire baby period took thirteen months, girls would deal with the year somehow without getting much curious eyes on their hidden bellies with 'ConcealingCharms,' and during child birth, he would take every pregnant woman down to Hell itself.
Even better Astoria had distracted Daphne completely from Darcy's possible visit, Lucifer had asked her how, but she only smiled sweetly and said nothing.
This time Lucifer had even gotten an official permission slip from Dumbledore, signed with Mrs. Greengrass's seal. The excuse was a routine medical checkup for Astoria.
The headmaster obviously knew it was fake, but with parental consent and the responsibility handed fully to Lucifer, he had no reason to interfere.
Once they were past the gates, he didn't want Astoria tiring herself out walking, so he used Igris's Shadow and then straight to Hogsmeade.
Their 'first' stop was the ever-popular Honeydukes.
Since it wasn't a Hogsmeade weekend, the shop was practically empty except for two clerks. They barely blinked at the sight of students, plenty of kids slipped out of the castle to buy sweets.
Astoria's eyes lit up the moment they stepped inside. She dashed to the shelves, staring in awe at rows upon rows of candies and sweets, many of which she'd never even heard of before.
Pepper Imps, tiny black peppermint sweets that let the eater breathe fire and puff smoke from their ears and nose.
Exploding Bonbons, made from rich cocoa and a dash of Coconut Dynamite, they turn your mouth into a miniature 'firework show!'
Fizzing Whizzbees, oversized sherbet balls that make anyone who sucks on them float a few inches off the ground.
Acid Pops, lollipops that seem to burn holes right through your tongue, thankfully, only "illusionary ones."
Lucifer still remembered seeing Dumbledore calmly sucking on one of those pops, half his tongue gone so he could barely speak. For weeks afterward, the password to his office had been "Acid Pops."
Astoria couldn't decide, so she decided not to at all, "I'll take one of everything," she told the stunned clerks, "Every candy, every sweet, one of each, please."
The two clerks nearly dropped their jaws. "Miss, you must be joking. We stock over a hundred different items!"
Not bothering arguing, Lucifer just upended a pouch and poured a heap of galleons onto the counter, "Keep the change, any problem now?"
Showing direct gold at places, was really better to sway hearts.
The clerks shook their heads blankly, "N-no problem... it'll just take some time to pack it all."
Money really did talk. Two students casually threw down what amounted to several months of their salaries, just for candy.
Since the order would take ages to box up, Lucifer suggested, "Let's grab breakfast at the Three Broomsticks. We'll pick everything up after."
Astoria happily agreed, as they walked through village she insisted on ducking into every shop along the way. At GladragsWizardwear, he stopped at a display and picked out an ice-blue robe embroidered with silver thread. He held it up against her.
"What do you think? Looks good on you?"
She glanced at the mirror and nodded shyly, "It's beautiful, 'father'. I love the color." Astoria had never seen her biological dad, so when Lucifer married her mother, he had become, even dropped the word "step."
"...Then try it on." With the shopkeeper's permission, Lucifer draped the robe over her shoulders.
They were standing close, so close that Astoria's breath quickened. One thought shot through her mind before she could stop it, 'Oh no... sorry, sis, but our father is just way too good.'
Among the girls Lucifer knew, Darcy and Alexandra had 'Silvery-blonde' hair, with a few curls of black, while Astoria's was pure silver.
It was a subtle difference, but the effect was completely different. The Veela sisters' hair gleamed with a radiant silver, catching the eye even in the dark. Astoria's, after months of careful care, no longer looked dull and brittle from malnutrition.
Instead, it had a softer, understated brilliance that suited her cool, pale tones. The robe Lucifer picked out for her looked good in design, but the fabric and craftsmanship left much to be desired. Fortunately, the shop offered custom tailoring. He left Astoria's measurements and 'fabric' preferences with the clerk, and while he was at it, he ordered something for Daphne too.
At this time of day, Daphne was probably still curled up in her dorm, blissfully asleep, completely unaware that Lucifer and Astoria were out enjoying themselves without her.
Once she found out, she'd definitely be mad, best to have a gift ready in advance like 'fire insurance.'
For Hermione, he had already bought a Calendar for the new year, the Ever-Shifting Ledger, it was bound by a series of complex, interlocking 'Tracking and Alert Charms.' It did not use static ink; instead, imbued with a variant of the 'Protean Charm.'
When a deadline got changed or a professor shifted an exam date, the parchment ink would also shift and rewrite itself in real time. It was directly linked to Hogwarts Exam Schedule and 'Hogsmeade Village' Bulletin.
Furthermore, the calendar featured a 'TriageTint Enchantment.' As an exam or appointment drew closer, the ink naturally morphed across a spectrum shifting from a scholarly sapphire blue, to a warning amber, and 'finally' flashing an urgent, pulsing crimson when a deadline was less than "twenty-four" hours away.
Lucifer could already envision the
nerve centre of her impossibly structured life. Each morning, she would tap a specific date with her wand tip to expand the parchment, revealing a microscopic breakdown of her study intervals down to the minute. Using a specialized 'Color-Keying Spell' to sort her tasks: gold ink for her Homework dates, emerald for Exam dates, and a hurried, scratched black ink for her clandestine personal matters.
When she would plan a rare, brief escape to Hogsmeade, girl tapping the village crest at top of the page; the calendar instantly superimposes village's weather forecast and crowd-density predictions directly over her time slots, allowing her to mathematically optimize her trip down to the 'final' second.
As for Daphne's size, both Lucifer and Astoria knew it by heart. There was no chance of getting it wrong. And of course, he couldn't play favorites.
Hermione, Susan, Hannah, needed one too. Honestly, if you've got girls who genuinely love you, you don't even have the right to be a scumbag.
Lucifer could feel the real love and care from Hermione, Daphne, Astoria Darcy, Susan and Hannah, he felt caring toward them. (Evelyn and Amelia Bones) They were "mature" enough to truly understand what those 'feelings' meant.
As for the others who came up to him, like, he just liked teasing, like Ginny, that was nothing more than 'friendship.' Even Alexandra was closer to him than her, after all, he wasn't the type to collect girls, regardless.
Leaving the clothing shop, Astoria admitted she was hungry, so they skipped other stores and went straight to the Three Broomsticks.
Madam Rosmerta, the landlady, was a beautiful, charming woman in her prime. For most Hogwarts students, she was half the reason to stop by. The other half was the 'famous' butterbeer.
There were actually two versions of butterbeer: one non-alcoholic, boiled for a long time to burn away the alcohol and leave just the malty sweetness, and another with a touch of alcohol, though very weak.
Lucifer preferred the alcoholic version, it had a cleaner flavor. The student, safe version relied too much on syrup, cloyingly sweet after a few sips.
But Madam Rosmerta wasn't about to risk Ministry trouble by serving underage students alcohol, so he resigned himself to lime soda.
He never minded watching Astoria eat. She was elegant, cutting her sandwich into neat little squares, opening her mouth just enough for each bite, and chewing slowly with perfect grace. She could've been straight out of a royal etiquette class.
"Did Evelyn make you eat like this?" Lucifer asked, curious.
"Not exactly," Astoria swallowed before answering, "Mother once hired a tutor, she taught me to eat this way. I just kept at it since eating slowly is easier to digest..."
'...Because of the Blood Malediction (blood curse)', Lucifer thought with a quiet sigh. He reached over and patted her head, "One day, I'll make sure you get to try eating meat the way it's meant to be, big bites."
Her face flushed bright pink, and she gave a shy but happy little hum of agreement. After leaving the Three Broomsticks, they stopped by Zonko's Joke Shop. The shelves were packed with magical prank items.
Lucifer was fascinated by Stink Pellets, Bewildering Cans of Mystery, Tempests in a Bottle, and Fanged Frisbee, while Astoria bought a rain umbrella and a 'few' fluffy Puffskein dolls.
The rain umbrella, when opened, poured rain down on whoever was beneath it. Astoria even had Lucifer transfigure it to match Daphne's existing umbrella style, grinning at the thought.
They browsed a few more shops before heading toward the Hog's Head, Lucifer figured he'd shown up too early again and would end up arguing with Aberforth, who was notoriously cranky in the mornings.
Sure enough, even before Aberforth stepped out, he could hear a stream of 'foul-mouthed' grumbling. But when Aberforth actually laid eyes on the little girl beside Lucifer, he choked back whatever insult he'd been about to spit.
After two meals and exploring nearly the whole village, Astoria had reached her limit. Lucifer picked up a package of sweets from Honeydukes, planning to Shadow them straight back to school, but the girl tugged at his sleeve, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.
"Lucifer... I want to see the scenery on the way back. Can we walk?"
He was really hesitating, "I don't mind, but you---"
"Then will you carry me?" Astoria cut in, uncharacteristically coy. She was so happy today she almost seemed tipsy, braver than usual. Normally she would never ask Lucifer for anything.
"All right," he said with a smile, "I'll carry you back, but don't tell Granger."
Lucifer crouched down without complaint, and Astoria leaned onto his back. When he stood up, her light weight barely registered. He walked just as briskly as if he were carrying nothing.
"Father, I want to visit more places in the future. Unlike you, I've never even been abroad," Astoria murmured, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. Her warm breath tickled his ear with every word.
Twitching his head slightly, corner of Lucifer's mouth softened, "Wherever you want to go, I'll take you, love."
Astoria tightened her arms around him, then asked slyly, "What about my sister and Hermione? And Darcy Valentine too? Can you really handle all of us at once?"
"I penetrated you three Greengrass in bed, didn't I? But good point," Lucifer nodded seriously, "If you want me to take you out alone, I can do that. But time is limited, maybe just a few days...."
"Deal~~" Astoria immediately stuck out her little finger, he thought the gesture was childish, but she was so adorably insistent today that he almost felt Daphne's spirit had possessed her. With a helpless sigh, Lucifer hooked his finger around hers, sealing the promise.
Back at school, he managed to smooth over Daphne's inevitable sulking by offering her the new robe and promising another outing next time. Then let his official girlfriend Hermione suck on his sweet for a 'few' hours, giving her the ledger, only then was he free to focus on his own work.
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"Slytherins," Snape's cool voice echoed through the dungeon classroom day before the trip, "hand in your Hogsmeade permission slips."
The students lined up to submit their forms, when it was Daphne's turn, she handed hers, but had two names on it, the girl's mother had signed for both her and Lucifer.
It seemed like such a small thing, but Daphne was over the moon about it for days. Because to her, it meant one thing, they were family. Snape looked down at the form with Lady Greengrass's signature and went silent. 'Had it really gotten that far already?'
If only he'd had that kind of courage years ago with Lily... maybe things would have turned out differently.
No--wait, this wasn't even the same situation. The kid wasn't the one pursuing her, she was practically throwing herself at him. The Greengrasses would probably hand over their whole fortune if he asked.
Snape felt something crack inside. 'Why... why was there such an unfair gap between people?'
Lucifer had no idea that a single signed permission slip had sent Snape spiraling into melancholy reflections on his youth, he had already submitted to Minerva, who gave him an approval of nod.
After leaving, he met up with Daphne and Hermione in one of the empty rooms to plan out their Hogsmeade trip for the next day.
He'd now been to the village plenty of times before, but girls hadn't, and trying to accompany both at once would only mean neither of them got to enjoy it properly.
There were only two ways around that problem: either he split himself in two, use time turner, or split the schedule. Since Hermione lost in 'figuring' out Daphne's boggart, she lost the alone day right, and bit her lips, as winner took the morning, she the afternoon.
But that way, Daphne got the excitement of seeing everything fresh, and ponytail Hermione got more time to explore later. Both girls seemed "satisfied" with the arrangement.
Daphne circled a spot on the Hogsmeade map, "I already reserved a table for two at Madam Puddifoot's. Ten in the morning for me, three in the afternoon for her, no need to thank me..."
"Oh, I'll thank you anyway," Hermione said with a teasing smile, she was really more sensible than Granger who turned feline, "Just tell me which drinks there are actually good. I don't want to order something weird by accident..."
"No problem. Oh, and whatever you do, don't go near the Shrieking Shack."
"I know," Hermione said quickly, not paying much heed, "Lucifer already told me the story behind it."
The two witches chattered away,
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On that same evening, Lucifer and Hermione both sat, gathered around the 'fire' talking about Potions lesson with Snape the day prior, in which he had been particularly vindictive towards Dean Thomas.
When a piece of paper almost hits Lucifer on side of the head, if not for his quick reflexes. She didn't seem to notice, he unrolled it quickly and read. 'Fifth year boys dorm.'
Lucifer looked around the common room quickly and saw Lee Jordan give him a short nod before disappearing away up the dormitory staircase.
"Just need to go grab something from the dorms. Back in a moment," And with that he slipped off the arm of Hermione's chair and up towards the dormitory stairs.
Lucifer climbed straight past where the third years slept and reached a door marked 'FifthYears'. He gave a short knock before it was wrenched open and he was yanked inside.
"Damn Jordan, trying to take my arm off?' he asked, mock rubbing it gingerly as Lee snapped the door closed behind him.
"It's what they told me to do!" Lee said defensively, pointing across the room as Fred and George emerged from the shadows.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were about to rob me," Lucifer said, cautiously as the twins moved forward.
"Oh please, like you were just an innocent muggle-born in his first year, we are the 'victims here!' Have you seen what McGonagall did to our O.W.L. essays!" Fred said with a rather sinister laugh.
"Okay, so maybe you'd like to tell me what this is about then, before I start getting concerned."
"Ah right, yeah," George said, waving his wand and three pieces of parchment soared into his hand.
"Plan for tomorrow, we can't have Ron's entourage with us at all times, we have some.. 'personal' stuff to do. So, this is where we'll leave him," And George passed him one of the pieces.
"This is where we think you and Hermione will like to go. Lots of places for bookworms and lovey dovey sorts," Fred said, handing over the second piece of parchment with a slight look of disgust, "Plus, a few recommendations from us."
"And this," George said, holding up the third piece which was completely blank, "Is for us. If he appears and starts tailing you two, write your location on it, it'll burn up and vanish but we'll receive it and come take him back off your hands."
"Wow," Lucifer felt impressed, looking down at the parchments in his hand, "You guys really thought of everything."
"You did help us out a great deal for giving us a debt in the name of our Joke shop, Lucifer," Fred said, clapping him on the back.
'Glad to do business with you," Lucifer said, looking around at the three of them.
"Have you seen how she looks at you?' George said.
"She's crazy for you mate, has been for years!" Fred smirked.
"They're completely right," Lee added with a gasp, sounded irritating.
"Well, besides the point,' Lucifer said, fighting the heat rising in his face, "I still appreciate it."
With a final wave, he slipped out of the fifth-year dormitory and moved back down to the third years, where he stowed all three pieces of parchment under his pillow.
He'd be reading those this evening. Then, made his way back downstairs.
At dinner, the Great Hall buzzed with talk of upcoming holiday. First and second-years listened enviously, too young to visit Hogsmeade themselves.
Lucifer lay awake for a long while that evening, he'd purposefully gone to bed early to give himself enough time to read over the notes, but even still it took some time to 'figure' out exactly where and what Fred and George had marked using his inner view to look at Hogwarts 'fourth dimensionally', marking out hidden routes, one eyed witch in particular, as he was needing to avoid disturbing his fellow dorm mates.
Even once he finally fell asleep, Lucifer found himself waking often, his heart pounding or tossing and turning. 'It's only Hermione,' he told himself every time before rolling over and trying to get back to sleep, but couldn't so he found Gellert.
"Returning to 'full power..." Grindelwald murmured, looking up at the empty sky, his expression turned distant. The Dimensional space felt almost real, yet every time he returned to his broken body in the real world, it reminded him of where he truly was. How long had it been since he'd last seen the sky?
"What's wrong?" Lucifer asked, smiling slightly, "Getting sentimental about your old fortress?"
Grindelwald didn't reply at first, clasped his hands behind his back, shaking the head slowly, "When I appeared here, the world had already changed. It's about time I make peace with the past...."
"Then let's do it tomorrow," Lucifer said, smiling wider now, "A little 'Halloween surprise' for the wizarding world..."
Once he'd made up his mind, the haze in Grindelwald's eyes cleared, replaced by a sharp, burning focus. Even his presence grew heavier, more dangerous. The mighty Dark Wizard, who once made the whole world tremble, had returned.
"'Devil," he asked quietly, "once I'm out... is there anything specific you want me to do?"
"Not really," Lucifer said lightly, his tone was calm, but words he spoke could shift the balance of the entire world, "Just make some noise, start by gathering your old friends. You'll need people to get things done, even you can't do everything alone."
"Oh, wait," he added, suddenly remembering something, "Diablo tracked down the Picquery family's address. You should pay them a visit, what was that guy's name again..." Lucifer frowned, trying to recall it.
Grindelwald supplied helpfully, "Sam. Sam Picquery."
"Right," The boy said with a faint smirk, "That's him, handle it however you see 'fit for disturbing me."
"Leave it to me."
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Nurmengard
Grindelwald looked around the cell that had confined him for decades and laughed softly, "Should I leave this place for Albus to use later?" he mused.
The thought amused him for a moment, but then he dismissed it. Better to let Dumbledore die once and for all with either his or Devil's wand.
That way, Lucifer could buy the old wizard's soul someday, he had mentioned that good souls couldn't be summoned in Hell, and Grindelwald's couldn't be more darker.
"Picquery..."
He murmured the name under his breath. This was the first mission for him, and he intended to do it flawlessly. If he failed, that brat Mazikeen would never let him live it down. But as he pondered the name, his thoughts wandered.
'Picquery... North America...Wait... North America? The damn bastard?'
"Newt Scamander?!!!"
The name exploded out of him, echoing through the narrow cell in a low, furious growl. Then a villain's laugh cut through the air...
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Finally, at around 6 am, Lucifer simply conceded and headed to work on enchantments in his bathroom.
It was nearly finished.
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Once Hermione was clean, she debated the merits of a quick go with the shower head. An orgasm would relax her.... but she wanted to save up all her pleasure points for a bigger reward later that night.
With a sigh of 'finality', she turned off the water and wrapped herself in a charmed towel to keep warm while she went in search of some suitable attire. She didn't have that many clothes, so the decision wasn't difficult.
Most of her dresses were too homey for a date. She needed an outfit that said---- "Fuckmefuckmefuckme!" without making her look desperate—so showing up in nothing but a negligee and high heels was definitely out.
'God damn it, Hermione. That's for night, you idiot! Look for a day outfit!'
Her grey sweater dress seemed promising, form-fitting yet conservative. Hermione held it up to herself in the mirror to see how it looked. Nice. Classy.
She laid it out on the bed and went to find some erection-inspiring lingerie, that will make her night after coming from Hogsmeade.
That was a much longer debate. She didn't want Lucifer nicking any more of her knickers, but she wanted to entice. Her black push-up bra would give her nice cleavage, so that at least was an easy choice.
She tossed it on the bed and continued to riffle through her underwear.
Black would match her bra . . . satin . . . lace . . . microfiber . . . Bah! Who could choose?
That's when she found her Mum's old garter belt stuffed in the back of the drawer. She pulled it out with a wide smile.
'Very sexy.' And tights would be far too clunky for a possible sexcapade; this was the perfect opportunity to wear something impractical.
Where were those lacy-topped nude stockings she'd stolen to go with it?
Digging through her tights, she found them wrapped up in a pair of old pantyhose. Pulling off her towel, she shimmied into the garter belt and checked herself in the mirror.
'Ooooo! You're a naughty girl, Hermione Granger!'
'You know what's even naughtier? No knickers. Panty problem solved.'
Hermione burst into giggles.
Even if she didn't whip out her kitty in the middle of drink at Three Broomsticks, it would be exciting to know she was bare beneath her conservative dress.
"You ready for some fun, Kitty?"
She spread her labia to make sure she wasn't bedecked with towel fuzz.
'All clear.'
Hermione started to laugh at herself, a mad cackle of nervousness that rose up from the depths of her churning stomach and took on a life of its own.
'Oh marvelous! Of all the days to lose my mind, what timing!'
Pressing her hands into her belly to smash the butterflies that had erupted from her duodenum, she took a deep breath. 'Okay. No reason to panic. It's just a date. First date with your boyfriend. You see Lucifer every day.
'Nothing to be nervous about. And he is just a boy . . . not a chocolate-coated orgasm filled with rainbows and puppies.'
'Our boy with a magically delicious dick,' her pussy drawled.
Hermione looked down. 'Why does my pussy voice sound like Mae West?'
She rubbed her forehead and told her brain to shut up. It was time to get ready, and here she was psyching herself out and arguing with her sarcastic snatch.
"You'll just have to be mental later. I'm busy today."
When she received no reply from any inanimate body parts, Hermione assured herself she was quite sane and went on with her preparations—ignoring the growing tremor in her hands.
Hermione dressed quickly—refusing to dally, which would only increase the probability of panic, then headed to the bathroom to do her hair and makeup.
The weather had left her mane looking like an electro-static science experiment, and she knew there was only one thing for it. Chignon.
Raking the brush through her curls, she detangled the poofy mass until it resembled a frizzy bale of hay, which did nothing to ease her mind concerning her supposed sanity.
Deranged milkmaid wasn't quite the look she was going for. Never one to admit defeat so early in the game, Hermione cracked her knuckles and prepared for a long battle.
Gathering her magic clips, she twisted and smoothed her locks into a classy up-do, gnawing on her lower lip as she concentrated on her reflection.
By the time she'd gotten it all arranged and magically pinned in place, her arms were trembling with exhaustion. But it does look good, she told herself, shaking out her shoulders and stretching her neck.
Heaving a sigh of relief that it had all gone to plan, Hermione went to work on her small makeup, shading and highlighting her face for a polished presentation.
She wanted to wow him; for some reason she felt as if she had something to prove. When she took a step back to check the 'full' effect in the mirror, she was pleasantly surprised.
Usually she came off as harried and frazzled, but today she looked calm and sophisticated. 'Appearances can be deceiving', she thought, patting the remaining butterflies and blowing out a shaky exhale.
"Crooks, I'm leaving now," Hermione shouted as she shoved her wand in evening clutch and stepped into her shoes. (Heels for later at night)
"I will be late."
Crookshanks sat bathing himself on the sofa like a squashy little maharajah, but he stopped to give her an appraising once over as she passed.
Hermione left her private dorm, as she didn't want to get late because of either Lavender or Parvati's long arse time to get ready.
Before entering the Great Hall for breakfast, she took a moment to catch her breath and calm down her pounding heart.
'Just relax, Hermione. You've got this. Play it cool. Cool like Crookshanks. I am the queen of cool, calm cats.'
Standing taller, she nodded resolutely. 'Right. Here we go!'
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