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  • Offline Waldo Burgstaller
  • true friends stab you in the front [all years]
    « on: February 09, 2018, 05:46:42 PM »
    Waldo was getting too old for this. He remembered the Comité de Vigilance; he had first heard of them when he had first started his tenure as a substitute professor at the Academie. He was eighty-nine then, but he remembered it like it was yesterday. He remembered somewhat agreeing with what they wanted: education reform. He simply never got around to doing anything about it.

    The inevitable wizarding war of France was, well, inevitable. It had happened in the British Isles, it could certainly happen here, where there was a much higher concentration of brilliant witches and wizards. Even as an author and one-time arts and literature professor here, Waldo still thought that magic was sometimes not given the priority it deserved. It was a good thing he was the Defense professor again, had been since September, he had to remind himself. He was realizing that he had to remind himself of who he was more and more often these days, but maybe that just came part and parcel with being into one’s twelfth decade on Earth.

    His usual assortment of cheeses that he provided to his class (carefully curated to appease everyone) had been replaced by a plastic tray of cubes of processed mozzarella, each speared with toothpicks. He just really couldn’t be bothered to put in more effort, more concerned that the students today would pay attention and really learn.

    After the students had arrived, Waldo stood from his chair and moved around to the front of his desk to lean back against it. While this sounds like something that shouldn’t take too long, it took Waldo near three full minutes to lift himself out of his chair and shuffle the few feet to his stopping point. He took great care to go slowly, wanting to reiterate the fact that he was, indeed, incredibly old.

    Clearing his throat, Waldo straightened out his bowtie and shifted his gaze from pupil to pupil. “Can anyone name the three unforgivable curses?” If everything went to plan, this was going to be more defense than diplomacy.

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    Re: true friends stab you in the front [all years]
    « Reply #1 on: February 10, 2018, 08:25:17 PM »
    Shoot.

    First lesson back after the holidays and Louis was going to be late. He’d overslept and was now barging his way through the corridors, shouting “Sorry!” and “Pardon!” as he bustled past people in his rush.

    Panting and slightly dishevelled, the Bellefeuille arrived outside the classroom and checked his watch – on time. Relief washed over him. Professor Burgstaller wasn’t the strictest in the school, but Louis didn’t like the idea of disappointing anyone. He ran his hand through his hair quickly as he entered the classroom, his brown eyes immediately locking in on the cheese – oh Merlin, cheese. Louis grabbed a toothpick and shoved the mozzarella into his mouth eagerly, wanting to take more than one but too polite to do so.

    The fifth year moved into the room, smiling at his classmates pleasantly on his way, and took a desk near the middle. Louis unpacked his textbook, parchment, ink, and quill out of his bag. He sat, looking expectantly up at the front, with his hands folded on the desk to stop himself from fidgeting.

    Louis’ eyes widened a little in surprise as the professor asked his first question. Man, what a Debbie Downer. Way to start the new year. Louis knew the answer – he knew all three unforgiveable curses. His parents both worked for the Ministry, and with an auror-in-training for a cousin, let alone one who had lived through the British Wizarding War, it would honestly be surprising if he didn’t know them. But he didn’t want everyone to know that he knew them. Or, not all of them anyway. What if people started thinking he was a dark wizard?

    Tentatively, Louis raised his hand into the air. “Um,” he began, swallowing awkwardly, “the Imperius Curse?”

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    Re: true friends stab you in the front [all years]
    « Reply #2 on: February 16, 2018, 07:16:31 PM »
    Anne always hoped that M. Burgstaller was being ironic or feeding an elaborate persona through his quirks, but the more time she spent in his classroom, the more she was forced to accept to a large degree, any exaggerations aside, that this was just Waldemar Burgstaller. The Dutch girl actually liked cheese, but her interest was limited to consumption. The observant girl noticed, however, that the cheese he had on offer today was oddly one-note, both in variety and also in the taste of the mozzarella. She squinted at him slightly from her seat near Louis as he shuffled to the front of his desk. He always looked old; it was difficult to tell.

    Once he asked his question, though, Anne blinked at how suddenly serious things felt; after all, Beauxbatons students studied less Defense than other schools. Perhaps he really was preoccupied; perhaps it had something to do with the tension in the air between the giants and the Comité. Anne herself found the presence of the giants alarming, less so because of the giants and more so because of the implications: what did it mean that the headmistress needed to let them stay and interfere at the school? It had been a decidedly strange year, starting with the troll and the graphorn in Chatoeil and apparently only escalating.

    She let out a slightly disappointed breath at the Bellefeuille's hesitant response. Neither the idea that he didn't know all of them nor the idea that he was dancing around them were very satisfactory. It was something everyone should know, and because they existed in this world, they couldn't afford to not speak of them. Anne raised her own hand swiftly and steadily. "Imperius, Cruciatus, Killing," she elaborated matter-of-factly but quietly.

  • Offline Waldo Burgstaller
  • Re: true friends stab you in the front [all years]
    « Reply #3 on: February 25, 2018, 04:09:44 AM »
    He had been expecting the shocked silence he was met with. Beauxbatons students were just so soft. Waldo moved his gaze slowly around the room, almost daring each student to answer. Finally there was some movement in the form of a tentative hand raise. He nodded, at him, eager for his answer. "That is one, surely." He would have sighed if he though he had time to do so. There was another, more sure hand in the air, saving him from having to roll his eyes at the less-than-satisfactory one-isn't-actually-three answer. He nodded again, the Ombrelune colored accents of the girl's uniform giving him the slightest bit of hope.

    "Yes," he started slowly, the hint of a smile on his lips yet lost in the sea of wrinkles on his face. "Imperius, Cruciatus, Killing," he repeated slowly, expecting the students with poor memories to write this down, wanting to make sure they didn't miss a single syllable. "Those are the three unforgivable curses." His eyes glossed over the boy who had offered the first answer before settling on another student. "Ten points to Ombrelune."

    There was a meow from the back of the room, and Waldo finally took the chance to sigh, just before sneezing into a handkerchief he had just managed to conjure in time. He had lost count of how many cats followed him around, expecting him to feed them. He was pretty sure there were at least six, but something was telling him it was more like eight or nine.

    He chose to carry on like nothing had occurred. "And why are they unforgivable?" He saw a hand go up and he added a quick clarification. "A specific reason for each curse, so that means I want three reasons." He nodded slowly, hooking his thumbs in his suspenders just north of his breastbone.

  • Offline Sabrina Sasseville
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    « Reply #4 on: February 28, 2018, 04:52:21 PM »
    Sabrina felt like she was almost back to her old self; her recovery was going extremely well, in her opinion. Not only was she almost back up to full strength (or at least her version of full strength which was still quite weak compared to a normal person) but her outlook on life was improving too. Since she had returned to Beauxbatons after the Christmas holidays, the ballerina had been improving rapidly, especially since she took a little dip in recovery during the holidays. Both Sabbie and Antoine had figured out why, whilst the rest of the family were left scratching their heads. It was, quite simply, their fault. Being around her older family members, particularly her father, Eliott and Elle, was stressful and tense. The Papillonlisse was grateful to have returned to school, a place that seemed more and more like home than Monpazier itself! It was a place where she could dance again, go outside and garden completely unsupervised and, most importantly, research her curious ailments in the library. Of course, she could also catch up much more easily on all the missed work that she had been unable to do the previous year.

    The giants that had visited the school had originally concerned the Sasseville a little, but that was only on account of Axel and Aurelia, both of whom were her responsibility now. The calm, level-headed witch was sure that they were there for a perfectly sound and legitimate reason. The rumours that were surrounding a certain 'radical' organisation were not concerning Sabs much either. She did not see how it could be a good idea to panic before any wrongdoing had actually occurred. She figured that it was like Antoine trying to treat her before any symptoms had even shown. The teen respected that people had reason to be on guard because of the events occurring in Wizarding Britain not more than a few years prior, but panicking would not do France any favours at all.

    One of the first to walk into the classroom, the sickly witch spotted the cheese that was often left out for them and smiled. Sabrina was not a great lover of cheese, especially not mozzarella, though she was fairly fond of brie and cheddar, and so she brushed past the offered cheese without a second glance. Though Sabbie was on time, the French girl was slow by nature and by the time she had managed to unpack her books and quill, the equally slow professor had already asked his first question. Rarely rattled by anything that happened, Sabs couldn't help but be surprised at the mention of the three unforgivable curses and almost dropped her quill on the floor in shock. Though she was an excellent student in the class, she was much better at diplomacy rather than self-defence but this didn't sound like either to the Sasseville. By the time Sabrina had recovered and gathered her thoughts, an Ombrelune had already answered the question.

    Still confused as to why the curses were being brought up, the Papillonlisse desperately tried to think of proper reasons as to why the three curses were unforgivable other than the fact that they just were! Somewhat hesitantly, the girl eventually raised her hand. "Um... the Imperius curse is unforgivable because it causes the victim to do whatever the caster wants them to... no matter how horrific." Sabrina closed her eyes and shuddered momentarily, her mind flashing back to that fateful day in Chateoil when Eliott accused her of being a victim of it. "The Cruciatus curse subjects a victim to excruciating pain to the point of, um, torture. And the killing curse... it," Sabrina tapped her quill against her hand in distress, "well, it robs a victim of their life instantly." She looked down at the floor, as she quietly added, "All result in a life sentence if caught."
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  • Offline Anne Hofstede
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    Re: true friends stab you in the front [all years]
    « Reply #5 on: March 04, 2018, 06:20:41 AM »
    Anne gave their professor a nod in response. House points weren't the be all and end all for her, but they could be nice, although they always felt more shallow when awarded by a professor of the same House. Anne thought they were an affirmation of understanding in courses, which is when she preferred them; but Anne was also well aware that a professor's opinion was not the last word on a subject, which somewhat dispelled that thought.

    M. Burgstaller was being even slower than usual today, as if he wanted to impress something upon his students. The mood in the class was consequently heavy, as if the air had become viscous. Why were they unforgivable? Sabrina correctly listed the effects of the spells, as if this was self-evident from their effects, but Anne wasn't so sure. What made the Cruciatus curse worse than a curse which maimed someone physically? Anne had heard of people who were tortured to madness with the Cruciatus curse, but surely given enough applications lesser curses of pain or injury could do the same. For that matter, why was Imperio worse than Obliviate? The Imperius Curse robbed someone of their will; the Memory Charm robbed someone of their mind, a piece of their identity. One was just sanctioned by their Ministries.

    Anne raised her hand cautiously, unsure whether she was about to cause an uproar among their peers but feeling it was worth saying. "Forgive me for not giving three answers, but I believe Sabrina addressed the curses specifically. These curses are inherently dark, destructive, and inhumane, but they are Unforgivable because as a society, or as a government, we have decided that using a killing curse directly is worse than using a curse which kills by," a tiny beat passed, "asphyxiation, or blood loss, or explosion. Some such spells may have other uses," she conceded, "but there are also many curses that do not kill but have the sole function of inflicting great pain and harm to someone." The imprecision bothered her, if she was honest. They were divided neither by their nature nor by their effect.

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    Re: true friends stab you in the front [all years]
    « Reply #6 on: March 10, 2018, 10:06:07 PM »
    Louis’ mouth curved into a small smile when the professor accepted his answer, however his features soon contorted into a soft frown as Anne gained house points for hers. Surely if she got ten points he should have gotten like... three. For a third of the answer. Oh well.

    The Bellefeuille turned his head slightly at the sound of a cat, though on noticing the professor had ignored it he chose to as well.

    As Professor Burgstaller asked his next question Louis looked down at his desk, trying to think of adequate answers. It seemed to Louis that the Unforgiveable Curses were unforgiveable because they were... unforgiveable. In what capacity was it alright to control, torture, or kill someone?

    He lifted his head to listen as Sabrina answered, nodding lightly in agreement with each explanation the Papillonlisse gave. He was mildly surprised, then, when Anne raised her hand to add to the discussion. He turned, rather obviously, to look at the Ombrelune with his eyebrows raised. She was right, of course, when you thought about it it was no different, but he was surprised by the calm manner in which she listed off ways to kill someone. Louis flicked his gaze hesitantly to the professor to see the man’s reaction.

  • Offline Waldo Burgstaller
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    « Reply #7 on: March 12, 2018, 04:44:02 PM »
    Waldo straightened his tie as the Papillonlisse girl answered his question. He nodded slowly, appreciating the drama with which she was delivering her answer. It was over the top, typical for her house, sure, but enjoyable. He nodded again, almost too quickly, and he had to slow himself down and keep from getting ahead of himself. "Five points for the Fraulein." Was he overdoing it on the German? No matter.

    There was another hand, even before he could pose his next question. He was happy to see it was the Ombrelune girl from moments before and he restrained his smile as she offered another answer. She was answering a question he hadn't even posed yet, but he wasn't surprised that students of his former house were ahead of the game. "Correct," he replied after a moment. "So very correct. Ten points." Waldo straightened up as much as possible. "If someone really wants to harm you, they won't take legality into consideration." He was speaking quicker now. "You need to know what you're up against."

    He let his words wash over the silence in the room, hoping they would jump to the conclusion that they would be witnessing the effects of such horrible curses. Maybe, but that wasn't for today.

    "Protego. It is the simplest of shield charms. Prior curriculum doesn't teach this spell until later years, and even then, it is only taught to protect from trivial hexes like the jelly legs jinx. It requires proper concentration, proper execution, and proper assurance that it is effective." The harsh truth that protego wouldn't protect them from the killing curse was set aside for a later time, once he thought they could handle it.

    "Everybody up, wands at the ready." Waldo produced his own wand in a movement nearly too quick for him, flicking his wrist as he clearly stated "Protego." It was nearly invisible, yet still barely able to be seen, a thin and opalescent barrier between him and the students. He let it sit for a few long seconds before vanishing it and stowing his wand back in his pocket. "You have thirty minutes to practice before we test how effective your charms are."

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    Re: true friends stab you in the front [all years]
    « Reply #8 on: March 14, 2018, 04:08:29 AM »
    Anne let out the breath she'd been holding with a hint of relief, noting the approval, if not necessarily in M. Burgstaller's eyes, in his awarding of points. The look Louis had given her had been not exactly what she'd feared, but it was something of what she'd feared. It didn't make what she'd said less true, or less important, but she had met his eyes with a hint of defiance coupled with pressed lips of slight trepidation before turning her attention back to their professor. That he agreed with her, indeed seemed to be leading towards this as the point of the class, was reassuring academically.

    Practically, it was not. M. Burgstaller's movements had become rather sudden, and his words harsh, a statement of the logical conclusion of the argument she had made. Apparently he thought even here, at Beauxbatons, they had more curses than the Unforgivable to fear.

    The Defense and Diplomacy curriculum at Beauxbatons had always, in its incorporation of the second portion, seemed to aspire to a world higher than the dangerous one defended against by other schools' curricula. For a heavily practical portion of the curriculum, one geared towards not the dangers of the troll and graphorn she had encountered over the summer, but a very human one, to be moved up, was something she had not anticipated. She knew that the Comité de Vigilance was warning against what had happened in Britain, but France didn't have as entrenched an aristocratic class as the British purebloods had been. Anne didn't follow politics closely, but she had read in passing the statements from their prominent pureblood families like the Deveaux, reaffirming their commitment to inclusion. The dangers in Britain had always seemed somewhat remote. But Anne was open-minded. She accepted evidence, and this level of alarm from their cheese and cat obsessed professor was an important piece of it.

    She grimaced at his assignment. She wasn't especially weak at Defense, but neither was it one of her strengths, reactive and forceful as it was. Normally quite careful about her possessions, Anne hastily pushed her notes into her bag, preferring her own slightly rough handling to a classmate's stray misfired charm. Raising her wand, she gave a cautious flick of her wand. "Protego." The space in front of her flickered briefly, but Anne could tell that nothing had formed. She tried again, concentrating. Something appeared for a few seconds, but odd refraction of the light suggested a porosity that was hardly protective.

    She cast her glance around the classroom instead, looking for examples to follow. Louis, for instance, usually had a better time with spellwork than she did, although Anne was a fair hand at Transfiguration.

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    « Reply #9 on: March 17, 2018, 04:20:07 AM »
    Though Emi had taken three lumps of cheese when she walked into the room, she was a bit disappointed as she chewed the wet mozarella. Growing up in Florence didn’t make her the cheese expert that Burgstaller usually proved himself to be, but the Italian in her knew that this was not a high-quality selection. She wasn’t even sure a fresh basil and tomato pairing would have made it enjoyable. She flicked the remaining two balls of soft, white cheese toward the waste bin while she waited for the professor to make his way around to the front of the desk. At least she was getting some shooting practice in.

    As she listened to Sabbie’s response, Emi nodded absently, half-heartedly jotting down notes on the spells even though she already knew it; she had heard her grandparents discussing the curses on more than one occasion. But when Anne began to speak, Emi furrowed her brow and wrinkled her nose in disgust and confusion, shocked by her overly-casual tone. Why did that girl have to make things so complicated? It sounded almost as if Anne was suggesting that the curses shouldn’t be unforgivable.

    “Well if you say that, we might as well just lift the ban!” shot back Emi, not bothering to raise her hand. “You don’t have to make it about the deep, complicated technicalities of how and why the spells harm the people they do. There’s a much simpler answer.” Eyes blazing, she stared at their professor as she spoke, wondering whether he would allow her to share her more practical solution with the class. “I think they’re unforgivable because they can’t be defended against in a traditional magical manner. You can dodge them, or even sometimes lift or fight them . . . but no shield or potion would make someone immune to their effects if the caster’s aim was true. It’s never a fair fight --”

    But her words were cut short as Burgstaller addressed her Ombrelune classmate again, ignoring her excellent point and awarding points to the same girl instead. She’d earned twenty now, and none for Bellefeuille despite her and Louis’ answers? The girl shot a look at her co-captain, hoping he’d meet her offended gaze and justify her annoyance at the unfair treatment. Her anger only rose as Burgstaller continued on, explaining that they had to learn to protect themselves while also fully understanding what they were up against. Wasn’t that what she had been saying, or at least the point she had started to make? They could learn to defend themselves all they wanted, but if you didn’t know the full potential of what your opponent had up their sleeve, the whole thing was for nothing.

    All the same, Emi couldn’t resist the temptation of a practical lesson. She stood up at once and automatically gravitated toward her sister, not even thinking twice about who she would select for a partner in a defensive magic lesson. Des was not only an excellent spellcaster, she was also the person Emi trusted most on the planet.

    As she lifted her wand, Emi made a face at her sister, just to be sure her twin knew that she hadn’t yet recovered from the earlier injustice. “I had a point, you know,” she said stubbornly, half-hoping her sister would support her over the fellow Ombrelune but also hoping that she’d push back so Emi had a chance to fully explain her position. Des was the clever one of the two of them, she knew that, but she still liked the occasional opportunity to demonstrate she had some brains.

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    Re: true friends stab you in the front [all years]
    « Reply #10 on: March 19, 2018, 08:51:04 PM »
    Was there no age restriction for professors? Bruno found that professor Burgstaller was too old to deal with students. He looked ancient and he probably also smelled funny like old people usually did. Besides, his love for cheese somehow made the German wonder how the professor smelled some more. He was not going to get close enough to find out more but that was a different topic. Bruno thought that approaching professors was not a good plan at any rate.

    He was quite surprised to hear the professor's first question. It was unlike usual Beauxbatons lessons to talk about the unforgivable curses. Bruno sometimes felt that it was not only unforgivable to use them but also to talk about them. It seemed like a taboo to even speak the names of them. Then again, taboos never really scared Bruno but rather intrigued him.

    Anyway, the lesson was peculiar somehow. He listened as his classmates mentioned the unforgivable curses and voiced their thoughts on why they were unforgivable. Bruno did not feel like adding his opinion but it was interesting all the same. It was odd that professor Burgstaller wanted a reason why they were unforgivable for each of the curses.

    The lesson became more interesting when Emilia responded to Anne's comment. Bruno sat up straighter and listened to the fellow Bellefeuille. He did not mind the use of unforgivable curses. After all, lifting the ban would not result in people suddenly using these curses all over the place but Emilia definitely had a point.

    “I agree with Emilia, the curses are unforgivable or let's just say particularly dangerous and special because there are no spells that can protect us against them. That being said, I wonder why we talk about unforgivable curses but learn a spell that won't help against them. After all, protego won't protect us against any of these curses.  What kind of irony is that?” Bruno felt that the professor was clearly losing his marbles. Had the old man forgotten that protego useless in this case? Did he want them to face a potential enemy, trusting that they could defend themselves when they really couldn't?

    He pulled out his wand with little conviction and muttered “Protego” anyway. How did he know if his spell was working well when he was not shielding himself from a curse?

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  • Re: true friends stab you in the front [all years]
    « Reply #11 on: April 20, 2018, 07:51:51 PM »
    "Wait, what?" Jaspar asked, incredulously looking at Ludo's brother, shock clear on his face as the realization set it. "Protego won't protect us?" It was a haunting fact and the young wizard's mind was racing at the idea of it. If that was true what did that mean? Could they trust anything? Could they really even protect themselves? Jaspar had always been on the 'lay down and don't make a sound' side of conflict but the notion that he could use magic to protect him if he ever managed to grow a spine was always comforting in his day dreams.  And now it felt like someone was taking Christmas away.

    "Professor is that true? Why do we learn spells that have no use?" He asked, completely out of turn and disruptively. It was out of character for the young academic but it was important enough for him to break the rules. Of course the idea of speaking out like this would make him sick to his stomach in about five minutes, but for this tiny moment in time Jaspar Travars was speaking his mind. Growing more worried by the second the tall wizard ran his free hand through his already messy blond hair, pushing it nearly ridiculously straight up as always and then began to stare at his wand like it had been lying to him all these years.

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    « Reply #12 on: May 14, 2018, 04:53:34 PM »
    Sabrina lowered her head graciously with a faint smile on her face as Professor Burgstaller awarded Papillonlisse points for her answer. It lessened the sting of the unforgivables being brought up just a little. Anne spoke up to build upon the ballerina's answer, and Sabbie couldn't help but bite down on her lip in response, her fingers combed through and wrapping round her hair as she thought. The Sasseville knew deep down that the Ombrelune was correct but it was just so... dark. The French teen didn't like where the lesson was headed at all, though it seemed that most of the lessons were becoming stricter and more like the lessons that her penpal @Kyllikki Kirkkomäki described, who was at Durmstrang. Durmstrang was known for being strict and harsh, but Beauxbatons was not. It was built on the reputation of being light, and good. Sabrina felt like the light was slowly dying from the halls of her beloved school and she didn't like it one bit.

    "You need to know what you're up against." Professor Burgstaller said with importance. And the Papillonlisse witch's eyes widen in response. Was he going to demonstrate the curses to them? She squeezed her shut until he spoke again, for she didn't want to witness the unforgivable curses on anything or anyone. Never, ever, ever. Sabbie let out a breath, and her shoulders sagged a little as she opened eyes at the mention of the shield charm. Slowly, she stood up and withdrew her wand from her robe pocket somewhat hesitantly. She was about to cast the charm when some members of Bellefeuille mentioned that the shield charm would be useless against the unforgivable curses. Sabs was well aware of the fact, but chose not to acknowledge it often, for it made her heart sink down to her stomach. It felt like it was too easy for the evils of the world to win, and Sabrina wanted goodness to always prevail.

    Clearing her mind of all the distressing thoughts that the new situations at the castle (and the lesson she was in) were bringing up, Sabrina raised her wand, waved it in front of her and clearly pronounced "Protego!" Instantly, a thin barrier formed in front of her. The ballerina smiled, proud of her accomplishment and in awe of how pretty the silvery mist screen was. It seemed fitting to the young witch that something designed to protect was so beautiful.

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