#I'm team mion

[trashygayspooder]

More trauma-dumping, who remembers Higurashi when they cry

imma be honest, this is (pardon my french) the most fucked up anime I've ever seen. Scratch that, one of the most fucked up shows I've ever seen. And that's saying something, because I love horror and gore, like I watch ghost hunting for fun. I don't exactly know what it is about this one, maybe it's the general cuteness it gives off at surface level, maybe it's the fact that everything repeats itself, in different creative horrific ways, but it's honestly a chilling watch. Especially the neck scratching symptom of the hinamizawa curse. I physically cannot scratch my neck anymore after watching the show 😂😭💀.

At least the gou intro is a real vibe!! Like seriously the song is epic!! But like this scene from the original was like What the fuck!!! And then there was the scene from gou with rika and satoko, cat deceiving chapter 3, I felt sick watching that. Idk, but honestly it's all just quite sickening to watch

[latoyalestrange]

if only

h. granger x f!reader

summary: reader and mione have been secretly dating for a while. the way she decided to come clean was a lot less graceful than you had hoped.

words: idk

warnings: another old smut that isn't very good lol. only posting for how funny i think this is hehe. MINORS DNI!!

      "Okay, pay very close attention when they come back," said Ron, pointing to you and Hermione as you left the dining hall. Harry rolled his eyes.

      "Oh, come on, Ron. Why are you so invested in this? You should just let them be. So what if they are together?" Harry whined, biting down on a chicken leg.

      "Hey, cut me some slack, will you? I'm their friend, I've just got to know!" He exclaimed.

      "Yeah, so you can go wank off to it later," Harry joked. Ronald slapped his shoulder and Harry laughed hysterically, rubbing his arm.

Just a few moments before...

You and Harry were going on about broomsticks, as you were both members of the Quidditch team when you felt a small hand glide over your thigh and squeeze. You cleared your throat, trying hard not to be distracted by Hermione. You removed her hand slowly and placed it in her own lap. Hermione laughed at a joke you didn't know Harry had made and quickly put her hand on your crotch, squeezing harder than before. Your knee kicked under the table like it was a reflex. You swallowed the knot in your throat.

      "Are you alright, Y/N?" Rom asked, furrowing his eyebrows at you. You turned towards him, eyebrows raised.

     "Hm? Yes, fantastic, Ronald," You responded almost too quickly to hear. Her hand began to massage circles under your skirt. You sighed, biting your lip. She knew what she was doing to you. She wanted you to try really hard not to show any sign of arousal in front of the boys. You removed her hand once more, even though you hated to do so.

      "Mione, I have to use the bathroom, come with me?" You said after clearing your throat.

      "Why do girls always go to the bathroom together?" Ron asked before Hermione could nod in agreement.

      "What's the point?" He continued. You both looked at one another. You shrugged at Ron and dragged Hermione off to the bathroom.

      "Oooh, am I in trouble?" Hermione asked in an innocent voice as you entered the empty hallways. You looked back at her.

      "I will hurt you," You gritted your teeth at her.

      "Oh boy, I hope so," You rolled your eyes and rushed her into the ladies room. Your footsteps echoed in the bathroom. You pushed the heavy door closed as fast as you could, then stormed towards her, pressing her back against the stone wall.

"You enchant me," You muttered into her neck, kissing the area. She huffed and bit her lip, smirking as she looked down at you.

"I know," She quickly flipped you over, so you were now against the wall. She kissed you roughly, pulling your body into hers. She suddenly pulled away and began to remove your robes. You grabbed her wrists, pausing her for a moment.

"Dinner isn't over yet," You breathed out. "Wait till after hours, baby," She ignored your words and threw your identical robes across the floor.

"We won't get caught," She spoke softly, sliding her hands under your skirt and looking into your eyes. She squeezed your ass, a pit of warmth deepening in your stomach. She attacked your mouth with another kiss, making it feel like you were floating on a cloud.

"Have you ever been fucked in the girls bathroom?" She asked, smiling wickedly and tightening her grasp on you. You sighed and gripped your sleeves.

"You know I have," You said, implying the first time the two of you had sex.

"Oh, that's right," She strung out the sentence like it was a fishing line, reeling you in.

"How could I ever forget?" She continued. "Best time of me life," You closed your eyes and curled your lips together. You could tell an idea had sparked in her brilliant mind.

"Do you remember..." Her voice trailed off as she brought her hand up to your shoulder, trailing her fingers along your arm. "When we did it in my dorm room for the first time...what about when we did it in yours?"

A small moan rolled out of your mouth.

"Or the time I made you orgasm seven times in one night in the Gryffindor commons room?" Her hands found their way back your your hips, slamming them into hers as you were still fully clothed and standing. She chuckled deviously.

"If only they knew what we did," She whispered in your ear before unbuttoning your button up one by one, slower than molasses.

"Damnit, Hermione," You huffed after she threw your shirt next to the robes. You did the same to her, trying to concentrate on your hands as she sucked on your neck. You finally got her blouse open, and pulled it off of her back, not disconnecting her lips. She lifted up the front of your skirt, the cold air rushing to your warm, drenched heat. You shivered as she grabbed your ass again, hooking her fingers under the band of your thong.

"Did you wear that for me, baby?" She giggled in your ear. You only responded with a shudder. She swiped her tongue across your ear lobe and blew on it, making goosebumps rise in your skin.

      "It's too bad it'll have to go," Your undergarments joined the rest of your clothes behind Hermione. She rushed you into the nearest stall and slammed the door behind you both. She was quick to get you sitting on the toilet seat, you skirt the only thing left on your body other than your bra. She kneeled down in front of you. You were hesitant to follow her nonverbal orders, so she slowly glided her hands under your skirt and pulled your legs apart with one swift motion. She propped both of your legs on her shoulders and gripped your hips, you skirt falling over your stomach. Your hands pressed up against the stall walls as you gritted your teeth, for Hermione had flicked her tongue over your heat quickly.

      "Shit, Mione," You whimpered. She made eye contact with you, smirking.

      "I've been waiting to taste you all day," She growled in between kisses on your inner thighs. Without breaking eye contact, she buried her face in between your legs. You let out a high pitched howl of pleasure. She began to suck on your clitoris, her tongue dancing skillfully around the area. You bucked your hips, trying to disconnect yourself Hermione's mouth for a break, but the grip she had on your hips was too strong. She only pulled you back.

      "Fuck, M-Mione- sh-shit!" You stammered out, squirming heavily.

      "Please, Hermione-" You begged for her to give you the touch you needed. Without another word from you, two of her fingers pulsed inside of you, curling. Out of your whole six years at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger was the only person you'd been with that could make you beg. You thought back to when you first started dating just before summer began. Over the summer she'd write to you about how much she wanted to see you to show you how much she loved you. You didn't know what that meant until she pulled you into the same bathroom you were in now.

      "Mione, I-I'm c-clooose," You whined, still squirming. She nodded and took her fingers away. She stood up and lifted up her own skirt. She'd been going camando this entire time.

      Boy, if I would've know that- Your thoughts were cut off by her gently rocking her hips back and forth over your folds, one of your legs in the air.

      "Oh, Merlin-" Your jaw clenched as her speed quickened. She grasped your leg, using it as support, and to open you up more. She began going side to side, biting her lip.

      "Shit," She groaned quietly. The next few moments were a blur of curse words and screaming one another's name.

***

After composing yourselves, you both stepped out of the stall and started to dress. Your legs quivered as you tried to bend over and pick up your blouse. You could feel Hermione's res on you, admiring her dirty work.

"Remind me to never let you do that to me again," You joked as you began to button your shirt. After you were finished, she handed you your robes with a dark look in her eyes. You raised an eyebrow as you slipped the thick fabric over your back. Then, it dawned on you. You looked around the floor frantically.

"Mione, have you see my-" You looked up at her, seeing the black, thin piece of lacy fabric dangling from her hand.

"Your lingerie that you so stupidly trusted me with? Yes," She teased. You glared at her.

"Mione, I swear," She started towards the door. She turned around and smiled sarcastically at you, waving it around. She was about to reach the door and she hadn't bothered to hide your undergarments yet.

"Hermione Granger! Give those t-" You cut yourself off. She swung the door open and clumped them in her hand. You sped up to her side.

"Mione! What the bloody hell are you doing?" You whispered in her ear. She turned around to face you, a smirk plastered to her face.

"I don't know about you, Miss L/N, but I'm having fun," She said at a normal volume as you entered the dining hall. You followed her to where you were sitting previously, embarrassed out of your mind. You crashed your legs under the table and didn't say anything to the boys after they greeted you. Hermione, however, couldn't have seemed more cheerful.

      "Hello, boys," She chimed. You looked up at Harry, who already had his concerned eyes on you. He could see your feeling of degrading. He chuckled.

      "Mione, what have you done to Y/N?" He joked. Ron looked over at you and smiled.

      "Has she gotten your panties in a bunch?" He teased you.

      "Quite literally," You mumbled, blushing at Ron's smiling face. A pause fell upon he sound coming from the four of you. You looked down st your lap, still blushing as Ron didn't disconnect his gaze.

      "You're quite beautiful when you smile, Y/N," You head jutted up to him, out smile falling completely. Hermione cleared her throat.

     "I have Y/N's underwear in my pocket!" She said a little bit too loudly to the group. Ron's face perked up as Harry lost his mind, laughing harder than you'd ever seen.

      "I knew it! I bloody knew it!" Ron shouted from excitement. You dipped your head in your hands, blushing harder than before.

[sunkissedscribbles]

Prejudiced - Chapter Two

this is only a part of the series, the previous and next chapters can be found here

a/n: i’m so excited for this one, it is mostly angst, mainly hermione and cassie beef

word count: 3742

tw: swearing i guess??

summary: cass doesn’t find her place, starting to drift apart with friends, a little bit of nostalgia. oh, and we meet enzo and theo xx

<previous chapter next chapter>

dividers by @chachachannah

"Cassie, he's no good!" Hermione claims as we head through the portrait hole back from the library where I helped her take back her books. "You know whose son he is and he's a Sly-"

"Oh shut up, Mione, will you?" I snap back at her, getting more and more upset with her stereotypes.

"I won't! You've always been too kind to realize the wrong!"

"Oh, we're going with personal attacks, aren't we?" I let out a frustrated laugh, turning around to face her. "You don't even know him, that's why you think he's bad, that's why you believe the rumours instead of your friend!"

"I'm just trying to get you out of trouble before you get involved too much!"

"And you're also saying not to befriend him only because he's not a Gryffindor!"

"No, I'm saying not to befriend him because he's a Slytherin!"

"I don't care if he's a Slytherin, a Gryffindor, a Ravenclaw, or a Hufflepuff, Hermione!" I turn my head away with a lingering sense of frustration visible in my eyes for a moment before looking back at her. "My father was in Slytherin, almost all of my family have been. I can't base it on myths like all Slytherins and Slytherins only are cruel, evil, and bad! Funny enough, you aren't this concerned about Enzo, for example!"

"But he's not a..." She stops mid-sentence but it hits me just like it would if she said it out.

I look away for a moment with a mix of disgust and fury before looking back at her.

"Because he's not a Riddle," I finish instead of her and she looks away, embarrassedly sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. "When the fuck are we going to finally end this bloody caste system going around?! We are supposed to learn how to live together with other people but with y'all thinking Gryffindor's top tier it won't ever happen!"

When I get no response to what I've said, I storm out of the common room, deciding to take a walk around the castle, leaving Hermione standing in the middle of the common area with our other housemates who've witnessed our whole argument. I don't even care about them and what they think anymore; they are concerned about me being a spy in Gryffindor for the dark side already, alongside the rumour of me helping Sirius Black escape from Azkaban. Now it's only the icing on the cake: me defending Mattheo Riddle. They can all fuck it.

As if my body had its own will, my legs take me to the Dungeons. I do this quite often, stopping by the glass cabinet that exhibits trophies won by Slytherin students of the past. I stand in front of the cabinet, looking at a trophy won by Regulus Black for a potion. My gaze soon shifts to a picture of the Slytherin Quidditch team, my green eyes analyzing him in the image I've seen so many times; longer, curly black hair, pale skin, and ice-blue, more like grey eyes. I wonder if I look like him a little bit, or more like, if my personality is similar to his a little, at least as I know my brown hair and green eyes look nothing like his. Nor does my skin that's a little more warm-toned compared to the boy's in the picture. Probably the only thing about me that looks like him is the curl pattern of my hair and how defined my bones are under the skin of my face - I have to state again, for the hundredth time this school year, as my focus shifts to my reflection in the glass cabinet.

"Good afternoon, Ms Black," I hear a familiar voice from behind me that shakes me out of my thoughts.

"Professor Lupin," I turn around to face my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher — he's my favourite of all of the DADA teachers I've survived so far. He really does have a talent for teaching and a bonus point for communicating with his students so well.

"What are you doing in the Dungeons? Up to no good, I assume as I have passed by Mr and Mr Weasley just a few minutes ago?" He smiles warmly at me and I sense some mischievousness in his voice but when he sees my troubled face expression, he changes the topic but is smiling at me the same way. I haven't talked to Fred and George in days. "Care to join me on a walk? It's a rather beautiful day for spending it inside."

I offer him a thankful smile as we head towards the Clocktower Courtyard and onto the bridge where we stop, admiring the view around us; the bare trees and bushes that are about to come out in buds in just a short month, finally.

We lean on the wooden railing of the bridge and I can feel the light winter breeze in my hair and on my face.

"What's bothering you, Ms Black?" Lupin asks and I sigh, turning to face him.

"Everything just got... piled up, all my studies. I do all of my homework the day I get them but it got too much these days and I barely have time for what I want to do. And I've had an argument over a sensitive topic with one of my close friends today," I sigh.

"Conflicts can stand between friends easily but it's never too late to make up for them."

I just nod, continuing, "I know, but I'm just honestly getting really tired of everyone sticking to believe the stereotypes of each house. It's always the Gryffindor bravery, the Ravenclaw wit, the Hufflepuff kindness, and the Slytherin commission. No one talks about how prejudiced everyone is against each other. No one talks about how we all are different and how we are not our parents to make the same mistakes."

Professor Lupin doesn't say anything and seems to just digest my words. I bet he knows exactly who I'm talking about.

"This kind of thinking only shows your intelligence, Ms Black. I'm impressed, I must admit," he smiles at me and I reciprocate the gesture with a hint of gratefulness in it. "You remind me a lot of your father, you know."

He can see my eyes widen slightly and how my brows change their curve when I furrow them, to which he chuckles, continuing, "I knew him, yes. I can tell you've got a lot after him; your wit and intelligence are notable, indeed."

"Might I ask how you knew him?"

"He was a year below me at Hogwarts. We were friends. Well, sort of." I look at him, fascinated by his words, asking what he was like only with my eyes, nonverbally. "Unlike you, he was reserved but had always carried a book with himself, as I've noticed you do too. We switched recommendations every once in a while and often studied together in the library. He was really smart. He was also a part of the Quidditch team, just like you. I have also heard you inherited his talent in potions as well."

I smile at his words. I have never really heard anyone talk about dad like this other than mum; only heard words referring to him as a cowardly boy who couldn't bear his duties as a Death Eater. But I knew he wasn't like that. I knew he wouldn't have left mum and me if it hadn't been for the good.

"Did the Gryffindors think they were better than the rest back then, too, professor?" I ask curiously and the teacher seems to think about it for a moment, his face reflecting a nostalgic emotion.

"I think we did."

Coming from the walk with Professor Lupin, I make my way back to the Gryffindor Tower. It was really nice to talk to Lupin; seems like not everyone in this school is against me.

I'm walking up the stairs at a rather calm pace as my mind is racing, filled with everything all at once. Once I reach the common room, I enter and find myself being stared at by my fellow Gryffindors, hearing them all go quiet in a split second or lowering their voices to a slight whisper. I don't even bother to look at them but I of course see some familiar faces from the corner of my eye. Dean and Seamus from a year below me, the first one looking at me with a hint of sadness, the second with pure concern. I pass through the room toward the staircase to head to my dorm as I feel too tired of the judgments I face every day. The judgments I have said aren't bothering me, or at least I can cope with them.

"You heard 'bout her fight with Hermione? Think she got brainwashed by Riddle," I hear someone saying in a low voice as I disappear behind the wall of the stairs. My fists tighten as I hear this. I'm so fucking tired of all this shit!

I'm almost on top of the staircase when Harry passes me by. I mutter a hi and he turns around.

"Cass," he starts, to which I turn around, already standing on the top step and he comes back to face me from my level, "I've heard about your argument with Hermione."

"Oh, Merlin, don't even start," I sigh as I can already guess what he's thinking. "Look, I don't need any of your approval to have friends from the other houses and I've got really tired of having to listen to everybody's concerns about either Mattheo or me so if you're going to tell me off, don't expect me to either start an argument or bow at your words."

He smiles softly with a hint of confusion mixed in his expression, "I-I just wanted to reassure you that I'm still your friend. You know, even if everyone were against you."

I know why he says this; he got judged a lot too, last school year when people thought he opened the Chamber of Secrets after they found out he was Parseltongue but I stood up for him, that is what our friendship was based on. I think I attract people who get misjudged.

I reciprocate his smile, nodding, "Thank you."

But still, I can tell he's thinking 'But why him?' As neither of us says anything, he turns around to head down the stairs and I turn to the girls' dormitories. As I step into my room, the first thing I do is put on some music before lying down on my bed, thinking about what Professor Lupin has said about the conflicts between friends. I haven't talked to Fred and George in days and now I seem to have a fallout with Hermione as well; I can't help but wonder if this is all my fault — choosing to believe there can be friendships between people from different houses and trusting them. I wonder if my so-called friends talk about me behind my back like that too. At the end of the day, who even can I trust?

Days go by with things unchanged, more likely; getting worse. In the Great Hall, where I used to sit either with my Quidditch teammates, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, or (most of the time) with Fred, George, and Lee, now I'm sitting alone and can't help but feel betrayed. Betrayed by my friends who are too proud to apologize and betrayed by myself for turning inwards as if I were the victim. But I got issues, I can't help it; I feel like any of the arguments I have had with the others didn't happen directly because of me, I just... shot back and snapped back at them for starting the fights.

These days, I mostly spend in my room or in the library, studying or walking around the estate with Enzo. During lessons though, it hasn't changed; I'm sitting with Kiara, a Slytherin girl, one of my closest friends. I'd say, she's one of my best friends alongside Fred and George and she's head over heels for Professor Lupin for some reason. To my even bigger surprise, for Professor Snape as well. I know that she got daddy issues.

"You gotta talk to them, Cass," says Lorenzo as we are walking by the Black Lake on Friday. "Can't bear seeing you like this: sitting alone in the Great Hall with book in one hand and walkman in the other."

I have known Enzo since first year when we once got paired for a Herbology assignment. I've never really cared about herbs and plants; got all my flowers killed within a week whenever I got any. But he seemed to be rocking the subject. He talked a lot about Mandrakes when we had to work with them and during this assignment, he was extremely patient with me, explaining the steps as many times as I needed to hear them to understand stuff. In return, I helped him with Astronomy and sometimes Defense Against The Dark Arts. We instantly became friends thanks to his friendly nature and how much talking the both of us were capable of keeping up.

"Getting used to it at this point," I say, picking up a rock from the ground, about to throw it into the lake on my right.

"Bloody stubborn, you aware how much you are?" he laughs lightly.

"Like a Gryffindor, am I?" I reply sarcastically. "Fuck these bloody stereotypes, I'm tired of them all!" I grunt in a frustrated manner.

I step up onto the trunk of a fallen tree, walking over it while Enzo tries to enlighten the mood or at least calm me down a bit.

"Going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" he asks as he offers his hand to help me down from the tree.

"Nah, think I'll just stay at Hogwarts. Got a lot to study," shaking my head, I take his hand as I jump off the tree.

"Shall I stay with you?" he offers with a light smile.

"Don't you dare to spend your Hogsmeade Saturday in the castle just because of me. I'll be alright," I shake my head, chuckling. "I thought you had a date?"

He shakes his head. "Why would I?"

"I don't know. Might've heard Theo teasing you about a girl," I nudge him with my elbow. His face becomes red in a second.

"Oh, that... No, I'm going with Theo and Mattheo. No date."

I nod in understanding, picking up another rock from the ground and throwing it into the water. I wonder if you can swim in the Black Lake?

"Do you think..."

"I don't think we're allowed to. But we could," he shakes his head, cutting me off mid-sentence.

I smile in confusion.

"C'mon, I've known you since first year, I know the way your brain works; you look at something, stay silent for a moment, and ask a question, usually a dumb one. Like a child," he chuckles.

I place my hand dramatically over my heart, "Ow, Berkshire, you did not just call me a child, did you?"

"No, I said like a child," he laughs it off. "But I don't think we are allowed to swim in the Black Lake."

The next morning, I make my way to sit with Enzo, Mattheo, and Theo instead of sitting alone at the Gryffindor table. At this point, I'll stand by the opinion that everyone can suck it. I'm not going to pity myself for not being good enough for top-tier Gryffindor.

"Morning," I sit down next to Mattheo, across the two other boys. Enzo has a welcoming smile on his face, waving at me.

"Didn't know you've switched houses," Theo comments as I sit down. A grin forms on his lips, "Another hot chick for Slytherin, thank Merlin."

I kick his shin under the table with an innocent smile on my face. I slightly turn my head in Mattheo's direction but for some reason, I don't dare to look at him directly without a proper reason, so I ask him: "Could you pass me the butter?"

He nods his head, doing what I have asked for. I mutter a 'thanks'.

"I think Granger's about to snap," says Theo, looking over at the Gryffindor table. I pretend not to care as I sit up with a straighter back. "I guess you still didn't make up since?"

"No. But she started it, I'm not going to apologize for standing up for my friend," I answer bitterly.

I can see Mattheo frown from the corner of my eye but he doesn't say anything.

I'm spending my Saturday studying in the library to catch up with all the homework I didn't have time to complete during the week yet. I walk back to the Gryffindor common room after the others have come back from Hogsmeade. I planned to come back earlier but got too productive for once and forgot about the time.

I enter the common room where only the trio is present.

"There you are," Hermione exclaims bitterly as she looks at me. I feel my blood boil in my veins. "Thought I wouldn't see you step in here anymore."

"C'mon, Hermione... don't-" Ron starts but Hermione cuts him off.

"Not now, Ronald," she then turns to me, clearly waiting for an explanation or an apology. I laugh bitterly.

"What should I have done? Y'all are against me. You don't like my friends, I get it. But that's no reason to cut me off like that," I say calmly but hurt. I thought at least Harry would stand up for me after what he said the other day but I guess that won't happen. That won't happen as I'm the heiress to a pureblood-maniac family in which almost everyone is a Death Eater even after the Dark Lord's fall — and I'm clearly just like my family. And it won't happen when they're both afraid of an angry Hermione. "And I won't apologize," I continue, "for standing up for my own views. Not all Slytherins are bad and cruel!"

"But he is You-Know-Whose son!" claims Hermione.

"He didn't even raise him! They've had no contact," I snap back. "Are we really going to have a fight over him again? You're doing the same thing Malfoy does to you!"

I catch her off guard, she doesn't know how to reply to that statement, so I continue.

"You expect people to respect you but you are just as prejudiced as they are towards you!"

The boys are just watching, Hermione's about to shoot back.

"As if you were perfect! Coming from a family like yours you shouldn't be surprised what people think of you!" now this one stings. Even my friends are on this opinion.

"Coming from a family like that is why my job is to stand up for others like me," I slowly walk backward until I reach the door, tears already burning my eyes as I try to hold them back.

"You shouldn't have said that," I hear Harry's voice. "Cassie!" but I'm already on the outside of the portrait of the Fat Lady, temporarily replaced by Sir Cadogan. Oh yeah, I might have forgotten to mention; that I have helped Sirius Black into the castle. According to the latest rumour.

As I'm running through the corridors, I'm trying to hold back my sobs with my heart beating in my ears. I'm running without a destination; just trying to escape my thoughts, my feelings, and overall, people.

By the time I step out of the castle, my breath becomes heavy and shallow and I feel as if the world was spinning with me. The only thing that keeps me on my feet is the fresh air I feel in my hair and on my face as I'm trying to catch my breath. I start sweating but I'm getting colder by the second as if I have a fever and I feel like I'm losing my mind.

"Cassie?" I hear someone call my name behind me but the world starts spinning with me more as I turn around.

I'm getting weak, my legs can barely keep me up. I try to talk as I realize it's Mattheo but not a sound comes out of my mouth as I feel a suffocating feeling pull my throat together, not even able to breathe properly.

I don't even sense him getting closer, only feel his hands on my forearms, trying to keep me on my feet, leading me to a bench somewhere more hidden between a few bushes.

I'm still crying, sobbing against his chest, trembling in my whole body, wanting just to be dead as we are sat on the bench. It takes some time for me to calm down and although I have no idea what he's saying, I figure he's trying to comfort me verbally as he holds me tight and steady. It feels an eternity until I catch my breath and my heartbeat normalizes.

Finally being able to talk again, Mattheo asks what has happened that had this effect on me and I tell him about my argument with Hermione and how almost all of my friendships seem to fall apart; first, we don't talk with the twins, and now Mione, with Harry and Ron nonverbally telling me they take her side.

He stays quiet for a while and the only thing that can be heard besides the whistle of the wind is me, still trying to catch my breath.

"What you said at breakfast, did you mean it? I am your friend?" he asks after a short while.

"I meant it," I nod, slightly furrowing my brows. I'm feeling slightly embarrassed by how he saw what happened minutes ago, me losing my mind. However, at the same time, I'm thankful he helped me so willingly. "I consider you as a friend. Shouldn't I?"

He looks at me with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "I'm just not used to people calling me their friend this soon. Or, at all."

I just shrug with a light smile trying to shrug off being overwhelmed and still embarrassed. "Anyhow, you've just proved to be my friend. You helped me. Sorry for that, by the way, I don't know what happened," I apologize, shaking my head.

He looks at me with an expressionless face, "You've had a panic attack."

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Thirteen

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Chapter Thirteen: Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff

That Saturday was Draco's first Quidditch game since his fifth year. Somehow you had convinced Hermione to go with you, but she only agreed because of how upset you had been. She didn't want to cause you anymore heartache, so there she was, on her way to a Slytherin Quidditch game.

"Thanks for coming along, 'Mione," you tell her, crowds of chanting, cheering students surrounding you on the walk there, "I really appreciate the company."

"It's my pleasure," she smiles across at you, "I wouldn't want you sitting alone."

"Well, I'm thankful anyway. I can't imagine it was an easy yes."

Hermione laughs.

"It means something to you," she says, "and if it's important to you, then it's important to me. That's just how friendship works."

Hermione asked if you were sure about going today. She advised you to have some time away from Draco, considering things are still fresh, and it wasn't that you didn't agree with her. You couldn't not show up to his first match, especially since it was you who suggested he go for it. The stands were almost full when you arrived, students sitting on the stairs due to the lack of seats. Luckily, Hermione had little patience for people that take up seats with their belongings, so you bagged two spots in no time. A student passed by selling popcorn, and you dug into your pocket to fetch out some change.

"Two please," you smile, and the boy takes your money. Hermione argues that you didn't need to pay for her, but soon shuts up when the sweet treat touches her tongue.

Inside the players tent sat Draco, a bag of nerves. He was sitting in his dressing area, bouncing his leg furiously. Right now he could really use seeing you, just to calm him down a little. He'd been practicing on the nights he didn't see you, whizzing around the empty pitch in the dark, just to get some extra hours in before today. It also doubled as a release, since your relationship had taken a blow due to Monday's events. The air whipping past his ears and the adrenaline from flying as fast as he wanted helped to ease the anger from his body. From the tent he could hear the roar of the crowd as Madam Hooch's voice echoes throughout the arena.

"Malfoy," a voice says from behind the curtain, "it's time to line up."

Marcel. He'd been so supportive of Draco rejoining the team, and so had the other members. Not one of them rejected him being there, in fact, they couldn't ask him enough questions. They wanted to know how he got so good, why he quit, what made him come back. He felt like a celebrity amongst them, and not in a bad way this time. Draco stands and takes his broom thats perched against the side of the tent. With two deep breaths, he exits, to see the rest of the team dressed and ready.

"Hufflepuff have just lined up at their entrance," Marcel briefs everyone, "just remember what we practiced, and we should have this in the bag. Plus, we have our secret weapon, Malfoy."

The team turn to smile at him, Marcel absolutely beaming. It was nice to feel genuinely wanted by other people. People who meant what they said. They line up, and the captain leads them to the entrance. Across the pitch stood Hufflepuff, ready to enter on the opposite side. Hooch's speech ends, and her voice is replaced by the commentator. That's their cue.

"Our teams are entering the pitch," the voice echos, "on the right we have Hufflepuff," a mighty cheer for Hufflepuff fills the air, "and from the left, their competition, Slytherin."

A huge roar erupts for the Slytherin team. Draco forgot what it felt like to walk out onto this pitch, to see the crowds almost bursting out of the stands, flags and banners waving. Specks of green littered the audience, overshadowing the yellow. Nothing's changed there, Draco thinks. They get into formation, facing the Hufflepuff team, and Madam Hooch comes to stand in the centre.

"I want a nice, fair game," she yells to the players, and when she spots Draco, she looks pleased to see him there, "on the whistle, one, two, three."

The whistle bellows, and the Quaffle flies into the air. It's messy, blurred images of players zooming around the open space and Draco feels a little sick. He doesn't dare check if you're in the stands, because if you weren't, he'd feel ten times worse. His eyes frantically scan the pitch for any sight of a gold flicker, the Hufflepuff Seeker never taking their eyes off of him. Not that Draco knew, but his return had been feared by the other teams. With Draco as Seeker, the only team that bested Slytherin was Gryffindor, but now Potter wasn't around to distract him. Draco had the potential to out do all the other houses and take the cup for Slytherin. In the stands you shovel popcorn into your mouth absentmindedly, Hermione taking the bag from you before you vomit. You couldn't help it, you felt so nervous you could have eaten the paper bag without realising.

"Slow down," Hermione tells you seriously, "you'll be sick."

"I feel sick anyway," you tell her, "I just want him to do well."

"Y/N," Hermione mumbles through a mouthful of your popcorn, "you do realise that Malfoy is one of the best Seekers to ever attend Hogwarts? He's going to be fine."

"Did you just compliment him?" you grin, and she rolls her eyes.

"No, it's a fact," she protests lightly, "I was simply stating the truth."

"Malfoy spots the snitch," the commentator blares, and both of you turn your attention to the game, and you take the popcorn back off Hermione, "and he's on its tail, Hufflepuff right behind. It's a close call, and, oh- Hufflepuff almost take over but Slytherin blocks."

Draco could feel the Hufflepuff seeker on his trail, so close behind they could take over at any moment. Not that he would let them. He remembers how to play just dirty enough that it wasn't seen by spectators, falling back slightly to use his foot to unhook his opponents from it's holster. The crowd gasp as the Hufflepuff seeker momentarily loses their balance, swinging around to the side of their broomstick. Draco chuckles to himself. On oldie but a goldie. The snitch is right up ahead, he can almost see it through the blur of its wings. Slytherin are toe to toe with Hufflepuff on the leaderboard, so it's up to Draco to bring the victory. The opposing Seeker recovers and is soon racing towards Draco, but he speeds up to come face to face with the golden ball. He reaches out, fingers almost grazing it.

Both Hermione and you stand up, popcorn bag now empty. You grip her forearm. She places her hand on yours for support. The entire arena are up on their feet, shouts and cheers from the stands ripping through the air as the Hufflepuff Seeker catches up to Draco. He spots them in his vision, and soon enough their body and broom collides with his, throwing him off course. The Snitch darts across the pitch, and the opposing Seeker races off after it, Draco hot on their tail. He narrowly misses a Bludger, an attempt to get him off his broom, but he soldiers on.

"Another ten points to Hufflepuff," the commentator shouts, "now ahead by twenty points."

Shit, Draco thinks. He has to get a hold of that Snitch. He has to prove himself to his team and the rest of the school. Just as he passes your stand, he spots you, coming to a complete holt. Granger is beside you, and now you're waving at him. You're here. That's really you. You start pointing behind him, shouting, and Granger begins to do the same. He spins around to see the Hufflepuff Seeker an inch from the Snitch. He bolts forwards, barely dodging the other players, and at full force grabs the end of the Hufflepuff's broom and spins them in the opposite direction. It's not a foul, because the player is still on their broom and alive, so the game continues, and the Snitch is closer than before.

"Malfoy is closing in on the Snitch," the crowd gets louder, and louder, and you're screaming, Hermione is screaming, and then Draco closes his hand around the fluttering, golden ball.

"AND SLYTHERIN HAVE THE GOLDEN SNITCH!"

The next few moments don't feel real. The team are bombarding him once he's on the ground, hugging him, thanking him. He's in a daze, the Snitch still in his grip when Madam Hooch comes to congratulate him. She tells him it's nice to have him back, to see him up there again, and all he can seem to do is smile. Now he just needs to see you, and everything will be perfect. He looks for you amongst the faces, pushes through the students and scans the remaining few in the stands. You're not there, and neither is Granger, and his heart begins to sink. His first victory in a long time and the only person he wants to see has gone. He stands alone at the side of the pitch, wondering if he imagined you in the stand back there, when he hears your voice calling.

"Draco!" you shout, running up behind him, "that was freaking amazing!"

When his eyes land on you his mouth curls into a cheek aching grin. You're beaming, eyes sparkling and smiling so much that you're showing teeth.

"I didn't think you would come," he says, a little breathless.

"Why wouldn't I?" you ask him, "I'm here to support you, remember?"

He can't help himself. He needs to feel you, so engulfs your body in a tight embrace. Draco had been trying to not have as much physical contact with you as it makes things harder, but right now all he wanted was to have you against to him. You freeze for a moment, thinking the same, but wrap your arms around him anyway.

"Thank you," he mutters into your ear, "for making me do this."

"No need for that," you say quietly, "I was only doing what any other friend would."

You're wrong. No one else would have supported him the way you do. He cuddles you tighter before pulling back, smiling down at you with windswept hair. He looked a little too good in that uniform, especially a bit roughed up, and the urge to kiss him becomes unbearable again. You can tell from the way his eyes are flicking down to your lips that he's thinking the same, so you back away slightly for some room.

"I'm really proud of you," you then tell him, and it makes him feel better than any win ever could, "you've come a long way, Draco."

"Only because of you," he says, giving your hand one quick squeeze, "I couldn't do any of this without you."

He looks into your eyes with such adoration. He looks at you like nothing else is worth looking at, and to him, it's not. In a pitch filled with hundreds of people, you're the only one he wants to look at. Once again the cruel reality of your future together starts to sting. He opens his mouth to ask you something, but gets interrupted by the presence of someone else.

"You were really amazing out there, Draco," you turn your head to see Astoria standing there, beautiful brown hair cascading over her shoulders, scarf neatly wrapped around her neck and glossed lips smiling, "we've missed you on the team."

"Thanks, 'Storia," he smiles thinly back at her, but she doesn't read the room at all.

"A few of us were thinking about going for a drink," she then says, still not noticing you were stood there, "wanna tag along?"

He looks to you for help, Astoria finally noticing your presence. She offers you a warm smile, which you return reluctantly. She's utterly perfect. Beautiful, pure blooded and a Slytherin, and yet Draco says he doesn't want her. He wants you, but right now as she's standing there in all her glory, you feel like a battered Bludger compared to her. Then you remember what Hermione said, about creating some distance to give yourself time to come to terms with everything.

"You go," you quickly say, feeling a lump in your throat as your thoughts wander into a dark corner, "it'll be good for you."

"Are you sure?" Draco said, leaning in to whisper, "I was going to ask if you wanted to do something together."

You shake your head, and put on the best smile you could muster. Draco seems concerned. He understands your time together has been a little awkward lately, but he'd much rather celebrate this day with you, not Astoria and her friends. He almost reaches out when you begin to take your leave.

"No, honestly, go," you tell him, walking backwards, a disappointed and confused look on his face as you do so, "have fun. Nice to see you, Astoria."

And then you were gone, walking away as quickly as possible, leaving him there with his mother's favourite example. He watches you leave the pitch, and Astoria can see the longing in his eyes as she begins to head towards her waiting friends.

"So, are you coming or not?"

Hermione was waiting for you at the front entrance. Once she saw the expression on your face she knew your chat didn't go too well. "I told him to go," you filled her in, "I think it may do him good to be around other people."

She could tell that you didn't truly believe that, even though you were putting on the most convincing voice. From the pitch to the castle, you justified, more to yourself than Hermione, that what you did back there was for the best. Hermione knew better than to interject at this time. She had made her opinion clear, and you sure didn't need to hear it again, so for the entire walk she just let you talk at her, hoping your rambling was helping in some way.

Draco cleaned himself up and followed Astoria and her friends absentmindedly to the pub, all the while thinking that your friendship was over. Sure, things hadn't been so smooth as of late, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to work itself out, right? You would be back on track in no time. Just a little bump in the road. A rather large little bump, a right in your face kind of bump, a bump that created tension and unwanted awkwardness between the two of you… but it was going to work out, right?

Draco was completely aware that he was lying to himself, of course, but he wasn't sure how else to deal with it. He didn't want to lose you, but didn't want you to remain a friend or enrage his parents. It was like he was stuck at a crossroads, a sign pointing down each route he could take, but at the end of each road was a painful and unpleasant solution. So, he thought beer might help, at least take his mind off your retreating figure. Astoria linked her arm with his, although he was rather numb to the feeling. He could shake her off, but he didn't. He let her linger there, even though he paid no mind to her for the duration of the journey.

Her friends bought him drinks. Draco barely touched his wallet. He didn't talk, unless he was spoken to, managing a thin smile every time Astoria boasted about his game that day. If she was hiding her feelings for him before, she certainly wasn’t with a few drinks in her. Wandering a little further behind the others, he watches as they drunkenly cling to one another, giggling and stumbling all over the pathway. His intoxicated mind drifts to you, and the way you left him standing there. Draco didn't want to be by himself. He wanted to be with you. In so many ways, did he want to be with you. Harshly, he rubs his eyes, hoping the image of you disappears from his memory. It doesn't. If anything, it just makes you appear clearer, and once he falls into the softness of his bed, he feels wide awake with the thought of you. 

On Monday morning, professor McGonagall made it clear not to be late for dinner that evening as a special announcement was to be made. Whispers of excitement soon filled the corridors and classrooms, but with how your weekend went nothing felt very exciting at all. All day long you had been hearing people speculating, and had even heard a Ravenclaw boy say to a Hufflepuff girl that first years were being fed to the centaurs. An incredibly unlikely event, but she gasped nonetheless. That evening students piled into the Great Hall with great anticipation, some looking rather pale in the face from the sort of rumours that had been spreading. Sometimes you wondered if the headmistress enjoyed the preposterous things students came out with. As you found an empty seat, your eyes caught Draco's. You must have only looked at him for a second, but it felt much longer when you looked away. Since Saturday, you hadn't spoken to him despite sharing classes. You weren't entirely sure whether to show up at the tower or not.

"Settle down, settle down," McGonagall bellowed over the raging chatter, "take your seats." 

The noise soon came to a holt, students scrambling to the benches. McGonagall's elegant yet intimidating aura was enough to quieten anyone. Her eyes scan the room for any culprits, before she clears her throat. 

"Now," she begins, "I believe you are all suffering in dire anticipation to hear my announcement, so I won't make you wait much longer," all eyes were glued to the front as she pauses, "in two weeks time, Hogwarts shall be hosting a ball."

The room erupts again, but with one swift hand, it dies as soon as it starts. 

"As I was saying," McGonagall continues, "we are hosting a ball, but it is not just for students. Friends and acquaintances of Hogwarts will also be in attendance, which means I require you all to be on your best behaviour." She looks directly at the Slytherin table, "as to not embarrass our beloved school."

Hermione spins around to search for you, a huge smile plastering her face as she spots you. You return it with equal excitement.

"You may find more information on the posters Mr Filch will be placing around the school," she says, "but for now, we have a glorious feast awaiting us."

McGonagall claps her hands, and the tables are lined with delicious dishes. The only conversation during dinner was the ball, the girl beside you going on and on about how much she loves dances, and big, bold dresses that sounded very much like tea cosies. 

Across the hall, Draco sits poking at his food. If the ball was supposed to make him feel happy, it had very much done the opposite. In his mind, this was just another excuse for his mother to partner him up with some air headed girl. He looks across the room to see you, smiling and laughing with your fellow housemates, and his heart sinks a little. He wonders what you think about it, if you even like that sort of thing. Would you ask someone? Would you say yes if someone asked you?  The only thing he can seem to picture is the inevitable, you, dancing with someone else, dressed up for someone else. He stabs his fork into the food on his plate and takes a big gulp of water. Draco doesn't want to think about it, any of it. Not the ball, your date or the girl he'll end up taking. He'd rather not know. He'd rather the ball not happen.

He promptly leaves, the noise alone giving him a headache. The food on his plate goes cold, and he's long gone before you notice his absence.

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

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[remusslove]

I'm sorry if I'm overwhelming you with too many requests it's just that I'm so in love with your writing it's so natural and perfect. Mafia!mommy!pansy and mafia!daddies!draco,theo,mattheo leave the little!reader with uncle!Adrian Pucey on the quidditch pitch only a gryffindor sees her and takes her to play in the gryffindor common room and when daddies and Mom comes back they start looking for her and they find her in Gryffindor and she says she made friends with a super cute ending. you can feel free to refuse

“Wook at the stitch Mione” you babbled. She giggled as she held you baby blanket with one hand and your pacifier in the other. You held your stuffie in comfort as you eyes never left the golden ball with wings in the air.

Adrian caught it swiftly with ease causing uproar from the slytherin quidditch team and gryffindors to groan.

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Abducted by Demons Final Chapter

In the Garden of Eden story, when God asked Adam why he had eaten the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, Adam blamed Eve for giving it to her and Eve blamed the serpent for tempting her. Afterward, God banished them from the garden.

I think Frederica Berkastel's poem is saying the actual sin committed was refusing to acknowledge what they had done.

I think Rena has given up on trying to help Keiichi. She just walked past him without saying a word.

Keichii is shouting at Mion over keeping secrets from him, but he's only been in Hinamizawa for three weeks. Telling the newcomer about a history of mysterious serial murders is not really the best ice-breaker.

And besides, it's not like he's been honest either. He's been hiding his involvement with the police and that he's aware of the murders and Satoshi. Granted, he's kind of following Ooishi's orders to not trust them.

So the big lesson here: Never trust cops. They can only tear apart a community.

Rena has gone full psycho this chapter and she is loving every moment of it. I love the uncanny expressions she makes throughout that scene.

And then the rest of the chapter is just a rollercoaster. Keiichi is chased by a deranged Rena, only to be attacked by some random townspeople. Then he wakes up in his room, and Mion and Rena are cheerfully greeting him. Then Rena holds Keiichi in place and Mion prepares to give Keiichi his punishment for not eating the ohagi.

In earlier chapters, the artist uses the manga format to their advantage to give the best jumpscares. The page you're reading would create a certain mood or buildup, then you turn the page and BAM!! Full page spooky panel.

But in this chapter, we get two blank pages right as the tension reaches its peak. It makes for a good mindbreak. It's like that quote from a Christmas Carol: "Being prepared for almost anything, he was not prepared for nothing."

And those blank pages also help transition into what happens next. They break our focus for a moment and let the story shift to a calm moment where Keiichi wakes up, relieved it was a dream and he was was foolish to ever believe Rena and Mion would try to kill him.

Then you turn the page.

Keiichi recognizes that man as a doctor, but doesn't know that's the same doctor he visited in chapter 4. The men he's talking to seem to be the same guys who attacked Keiichi.

I don't know if it's a translation mistake or not, but Keiichi said the dam construction director was killed 5 years ago. That's incorrect. He died 4 years ago.

In the end, Keiichi dies from scratching out his throat, just like Tomitake. All the information he'd gathered to find the murderers was lost. It ends in the sort of way a horror murder might end. The protagonist dies, the villain escapes; Evil lives to kill another day.

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Spoiler Discussion

So what is real and what is not?

Mion's remarks about wanting to kill Ooishi is likely real. She mentioned he's retiring, which is something Keiichi wouldn't know.

As for the scene with Rena, I have two ideas. Either the entire scene was a hallucination OR Rena was there but Keiichi hallucinated the cleaver.

I'm willing to accept arguments for either one. With the second, the dialogue could be read as Rena understanding something is wrong with Keiichi and genuinely trying to reach out and help him.

The two guys who attacked Keiichi are probably part of Irie's research team. They saw Keiichi screaming and panicking, realized he was suffering symptoms of Hinamizawa Syndrome and intervened.

The director Mion mentioned is Irie. He leads the local baseball team and is called the director as a result.

The part of Keiichi's final note that was removed was the part mentioning the construction director was still alive and Tomitake was killed with some drug. Ooishi was suspected of removing that part but denied it. I think Ooishi really did remove it though.

Irie would know everything going on and wouldn't have left part of the letter lying around if he found it. Meanwhile Ooishi would have a reason to let part of the message still be found.

The part of Keiichi's message that was found implies some greater conspiracy in the village and would therefore leave the case open and tie Keiichi's killing Mion and Rena to the dam construction murder that Ooishi has been trying to solve. But if the second part of the message and the syringe were kept, Keiichi's notes might be assumed to be part of some paranoid ramblings instead.

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[pinkie-satan]

about Kataribanashi-hen manga (I finally? read it)

I've never read Kataribanashi-hen before, since those stories were not written by Ryukishi and I thought they might not be really good (how mistaken I was!), but I have a paper to write so naturally I'm doing litterally anything else, sooo I started reading it and while there are those stupid fanservice type of stories there are some cute ones too and some that are silly in an enjoyable way, if you haven't read it and don't plan to, here are some things I found stupid/weird/cute/sad

Punishment Games are a Silver Bullet: I liked this one, as a punishment Keichi has to go on a "date" with every girl from the club, he sits with Rika and holds her hand while she's resting, he goes to Satoko's old house with her to clean it for Satoshi's return, he finds some marbles with Rena in the garbage dump and at the end he spends time with Mion showing her that it's okay to be girly sometimes even if some may say it doesn't match her boy-like personality

Minaitoshi-hen: this one had some sad moments. it's basically a world in which Keichi is not in Hinamizawa and girlies team up to fight Takano and there's this badass Rena panel

but then they are all killed and Keichi get's the syndrome while in Tokio

Little Demon: what the fuck was that even...

The Melancholy of Stir-Fried Vegetables: girls going crazy for Keichi, not for me but we have a yassified Rena that looks like she's 30 and a cute satorika page

Nienagashi: Keichi has his own Beatrice arc?

Hinageshi-hen: THIS ONE IS SO GOOD AND SO SAD GO READ IT YALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I'm not gonna spoil it for you, just know it's crying for Mion chapter)

Satokoishi-hen: oh so Teppei's redemption arc wasn't a new thing and it wasn't even Ryukishi's idea...

The Butterfly's Dream -Endless Nightmare: all of Rika's nightmares come to life (also Hanyuu is umineko-style witchfied), the chapter ends with Zhuangzi's butterfly quote

Usomabushi-hen: Satoshi wakes up and he doesn't remember Shion yet she's willing to protect him at all costs (I CRIED GUYS, you know how I adore satoshion)

Rika-Sato Wars: aka satorika marriage crisis, I think that someone posted panels from that chapter here lately (witch of illusions was that you bestie?) and I wanted to read it since

The Cuckoo Clock and Dreams of a Loving Home: Takano (not)girlbossing chapter

Omorashi de Naku Koro ni: while this chapter starts as a stupid haha story it takes unexpected turn and it's actually good??

Limit: a different take on Meakashi, I liked this one, it's sad, it's scary, just how Higurashi should be

Welcome Home, Goodbye: Satoshi comes back (again!) and Rika is jelous...

it is really I'll make Rika stay in Hinamizawa forever but it's Rika keeping Satoko in her home now

Fans (even back then!) really saw how codepended the girls were and how hard saying farewell would be for Rika espiecially. I loved seeing her trying to stop Satoko (though she's spilling water to acomplish that, not blood hahah) and how devastated she feels to be left behind (ohh the pararels to gousotsumeguri!)

and after Rika got jealous of Satoshi, Hanyuu got jealous of Satoko and maaaan the girlies were FIGHTING

that's gotta be one of my favourite chapters (along with Hinageshi and Usomabushi)

Thank you: Hanyuu disappearing chapter (I cried again)

Yukiwatashi-hen: it's winter, Rika has problems but they have nice winter outfits tehee (and it's also a satorika chapter!)

girl yes

this post is getting too long so I think I'm gonna try to at least start my assignment, till something cries again, guys!

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 5 Meakashi pt. 6

Time passes, and much to Irie's chagrin Satoshi seems to have given up on the baseball team. Which bums Shion out too because she can see the guy she fancies. Leaving the baseball game in low spirits she meets Rena. The two walk back towards Hinamizawa when a rain storm crops up and forces the two to hide away in the bus shelter.

Cutting right to the heart of the matter Rena figures out that Shion is in love with Satoshi.

Seems to be a pretty clear-cut case that Satoshi is getting tired of protecting Satoko when he just outright says it. It would seem that Shion has learned from her last interaction with Irie, about guarding her tongue and trying to project what she thinks would be Mion's thoughts about the whole Satoko situation. A little anyway.

Shion, on her first encounter with Rena has already figured out what Keiichi never seemed to be able to grasp, that Rena seems to have a preternatural ability to detect people lying to her. A human lie detector, that Rena Ryuugu.

See, I like how they're talking more about the nature of the curse as a curse. Even when it turns out all of the goings-on are actually the fault of some secret cabal I like reading about how people are attributing things to how the curse is generally agreed to work. Rena here, is a very fascinating window into how a believer's mindset works. I do have to wonder though, do you think that Rena, after doing this exposition here at some point between Watanagashi 1982, and 83, tried to bring up the notion of the curse to Mion? She must have right? And then do you think she was thrown for a loop that Mion so harshly shut her down every time she tried to bring it up? It must have happened at least once (I'm operating on the assumption that some of the events happen in a similar fashion across the different versions of the events of the 1980 Watanagashis). You think maybe she just wrote it off as Mion getting extra wigged out by this particular stretch of exposition? That's what I'd assume.

See, now this is fascinating to me. We now have four separate characters who have mentioned hearing these phantom footsteps. Rena and Satoko both view them as an example of Oyashiro's curse, Rena viewing them as proof positive that Oyashiro is actively pursuing her, Satoshi, whoever hears them, as a means to give them a chance to repent whatever misdeeds they committed against Oyashiro. Satoko recognizes the footsteps as a malign entity that possesses those she cares about in an effort to hurt her, either physically or emotionally/mentally. Keiichi also comes to believe the footsteps are supernatural in nature, believing it to be the embodiment of Hinamizawa able to manifest as his guilt and grant him the powers to kill people just by wishing for it. He never outright says it's Oyashiro, rather a divine force granting him this power/gnawing at his guilt and paranoia about how the Teppei Houjou situation played out. Satoshi meanwhile hears the footsteps, but doesn't seem to attribute them to a supernatural cause here. He treats it as a normal real person actively following him, keeping tabs on him, and generally just being a vague menacing presence. Which may very well be the case, there may indeed be the cult following him around, but this could also just be explained away as auditory hallucinations due to the extreme duress he's keeping himself in.

Thinking about it a little more, I think you could very easily argue that the phantom footsteps these four have heard are indeed just a result of their various mental states causing them to hallucinate. In Onikakushi it is mentioned that Rena has a mental disorder that causes her to experience symptoms similar to multiple personality disorder. Satoko and Satoshi are living in an extremely stressful environment where they undergo various abuses. Keiichi more or less snapped during Satoko's freakout in Tatarigoroshi which led to him committing murder. Every one of these you could make the argument that they're simply experiencing hallucinations that are exacerbating their already severe mental disorders. I might be wrong, but I think that what Rena attributes to the curse is actually just psychological manipulation the villagers did to try to compel people to not leave their community. In an effort to keep Hinamizawa a rather isolated place free from outside interests.

I think that the feeling Rena has, that Satoshi wants to run away from Hinamizawa is nothing more than the base conjecture of people gossiping. After all, Hinamizawa is a small village, so rumors get spread "oh the Houjou kids are getting abused by their aunt" and it spreads and gets worse with each telling. Then one day they just so happen to notice that the boy's working a part time job? Why? Clearly he's planning to run away from Hinamizawa. This story about him wanting to buy a present for his poor abused sister, well that's just a story. After all the Houjou family are scum because their dad supported the dam, and you really think he'd do something like buy a present for his young sister? No no no, he's got to be planning an escape, after all, his life's terrible! And so the older folk start keeping an eye on his movements cause they assume he's up to no good.

Get hyped!

Shortly after this meeting with Rena, Shion decides to hell with caution and calls Mion directly to try to get details about what's going on with Satoshi. Not feeling satisfied with the response she conspires with Mion to let her go to school in her place.

[olivereactsaboutgarbage]

Higurashi When They Cry - Watanagashi All-Cast Review Session

Okay so you may have noticed that my plan to post more consistently once again didn't work out.

Every time I think my life is done turning itself inside-out I end up being wrong, so: a Pologies to my Many Fans (4) because unfortunately a consistent posting schedule is forever beyond my grasp, and by extension yours

BUT! I was one post away from finishing Watanagashi. And that fact has honestly been bugging the crap out of me. So I'm just gonna write this one post real quick, after which point you'll go back to not seeing me for at least another month I suspect

So I don't really remember what happened in Watanagashi, but basically, Mion was the good guy, right? :)

Nah but in all seriousness, by which I mean in all copium, something I remember considering at the time is that like, making a green person listen to Toddlers being brutalized is only so cruel a punishment for a green person with no personal connection to those Toddlers. Like, there's a certain Cruelty Minimum there which no reasonable person would be especially inclined to exceed, but without any deep familiarity, the Cruelty Maximum can only get so high.

Anyway, Rena is once again glad I read Higurashi. Took her long enough to show a little gratitude, yeesh.

The Toddlers are pissed off again. Mion is reveling in being the center of attention. Good for her.

The Toddlers complain that this should have been a Toddler 01 arc instead of a Mion arc. Rena stares directly into the camera and says "Maybe some other time."

The Toddlers start talking about boobs. For some reason, this summons Camera. It summons Ooishi too, which is the worst tragedy in all of Higurashi.

Camera's girlfriend and Shion also show up, to up the ante from last time when there were only six guys. Keiichi doesn't show up, because he has to always be a punchline.

Toddler 02 uses her thumb to point at Camera and says "I'll have what she's having," while smirking.

Toddler 01 says "Thank god, Higurashi is solved now." Shion says "Yeah duh" Ooishi says "Yeah duh" Toddler 02 says "Haha yeah"

Rena gets increasingly uncomfortable.

Camera's girlfriend says "Y'all're dumbass bitches"

me in court

Mion says that the prior incidents definitely weren't an elaborate Sonozaki conspiracy because no crime family that smart would spontaneously get so stupid.

Rena, Toddler 01, and Ooishi say "Hooray! Team Supernatural Explanations wins!" I forgot that they had that team, but apparently they had that team.

Shion is like "Uh, NO, you dolts don't win, because, uh, it was all Me all along"

me and my friend when we're trying to drop subtle hints that we don't like someone

Everyone decides that it was an elaborate two-person scheme for Mion to make herself into an Absent Scapegoat so everyone would stop thinking about the various incidents. Toddler 02 doesn't think that's true. Camera's girlfriend is like "lol"

Everyone starts talking about how it doesn't make any sense why bad things keep happening to Keiichi.

Ooishi says that Keiichi must be the key to all of this, so Camera speedreads all of Higurashi in 0.00001 seconds to look for clues. He spots nothing.

The Toddlers say that Keiichi must be getting killed as retribution for being sexually aggressive towards Toddlers. "How enviable," says Camera. "Yeah, I wish I was him," says Ooishi.

...guys, stop...

That sounds really hard. I wouldn't bother if I were you...

Anyways that was nice. Goodbye forever

[thatravenpuffgirl]

Fred x Hermione Headcanons that I adore Part 2

Hermione visits the burrow and comes to the quidditch cup with the Weasley family and Harry in the summer before her fourth year and Fred makes up a plan to well, casually flirt with Hermione after beginning to like her at the end of the previous year

Basically, walking around the house shirtless half the time, even when Molly tells him off for it

Hermione stumbled across him shirtless in the kitchen alone one day and was mortified, blushing. Fred just smirked and winked. "Like what you see, huh Granger?" just being his usual teasing self really. Hermione becomes even more flustered, unable to look Fred in the eye, and rushes out of the kitchen

Then a few days later at the quidditch cup, Fred buys her a scarf in one of the team's colours. "Looks good on you, Mione"

Fred hugging Hermione tightly after the Death Eater Attack on the Quidditch World Cup

Hermione and Fred spend a lot of time together once they return to Hogwarts as usual, studying and hanging out together

Fred assures Hermione that everything will work out after Harry's name is pulled from the Goblet of Fire

Fred being nervous but excited about the Yule Ball, secretly practising his dancing

Desperately wants to ask Hermione to the ball, but is afraid

Is a little jealous when Victor Krum beats him to it, but he tries not to show it after Mione confides in him about her date first.

Dancing with Granger during the Yule Ball, and being absolutely speechless over her appearance that night- although he found she was always pretty.

Finding Hermione alone outside of the Great Hall a little while later

"I'm okay Freddie, just needed a minute alone. Dancing is quite tiring"

"Yeah, you seem to be having quite a good time on your feet, Granger"

Hermione had smiled then, before blurting out "You know, I don't really like Victor, Freddie"

"I mean- he's quite nice, but not the one for me. It's funny, I've been thinking about finding the one... and how some people never get a chance too. I mean, really, there aren't a lot of guys who like me that way, so what if I miss my chance?" Hermione vented

Fred shook his head and smiled, sitting down next to her. And then he decides to do someone stupid and reckless. Leaning over to Granger, and whispers in her ear, "You won't miss your chance, I mean, even I like you that way, Mione."

Hermione froze, and Fred bit his lip. He knew in his mind, he screwed up -he shouldn't have said that, so soon. But then Hermione moved her head to the side, looking into Fred's eyes. They were close, he could see all the little freckles scattered along her cheeks, and he could hear her breathing while trying to keep his own in check, and all he could think was that he shouldn't move his head, and then-

Hermione was kissing him, and he was kissing her back, and he wasn't sure what to do and maybe she didn't either. Fred rested his hands gently on her hips, smiling, and Hermione touched his cheek as their lips brushed together tentatively and they kissed for a minute or two before pulling apart. Fred felt giddy, his breath a little heavier. He could see Mione's cheeks burning as she smiled nervously, and they looked at each other wide-eyed.

"Wow..."

"I know"

Note: There will be another part, but this time it'll be titled "Fred and Hermione dating Headcanons I adore" since in my mind fred and Hermione start dating after this point.

[zalrb]

LOL, yeah, relatively speaking I don’t mind my algorithm listening to your Tumblr because at least it’s house, mouse men, and not what you get. Sending you dr*mione fanfiction is just mean. Not even some cute romione fanart? I feel like even if I didn’t see your romione posts it couldn’t be more obvious from just scrolling your blog that you would be team romione regardless. The algorithm just doesn’t know u 😆

RIGHT? The algorithm is either completely oblivious to me like that or it is disrespectful towards me because I get IG reels like you stupid bitch, don't give men chances, and I'm like WOW, I'M NOT EVEN DATING ANYONE.

[thegirlwhowrites642]

She would fit in just right

Summary: That time Ron and Hermione founded the hinny shipping club.

OotP missing moment

Canon Complaint

Read also on AO3

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The green sofa of the Room of Requirements always happened to be occupied by the same two students at the end of every DA meeting. And on that January day, the two were watching bewildered their other best friend interact, a bit awkwardly, with his supposed crush.

"Merlin, I can't stand her," confessed Ron in that unapologetically honest way that characterized him.

"Ron!"

"What? It's true! She's insufferable! I can't believe Harry likes her. A Tornados' fan. Of all the girls he could've chosen, a Tornados' fan!" his long arms swinging in dramatic gestures.

"Is that your standard with people? What Quidditch team they support?" one of Hermione's eyebrows peaked considerably.

"I'm not saying it's the only thing, but it is a relevant factor. And don't act all high and mighty, I know you don't like her either."

"That- that's -"

"True?"

"Ok. Fine. I don't like her. Happy?"

"Very much."

"But Harry does. So we grit our teeth and act supportive. Would I have chosen someone else for him? Yes. But Cho is not a monster." she reasoned, hating that she had to be the diplomatic one.

"Someone else? Who?" asked Ron, genuinely interested.

"Er- ok. Don't freak out. But... Ginny."

"Me too!" he nearly jumped for the excitement. He looked at his best friend like they were engaging in some big conspiracy.

"Really? I thought you wanted Ginny to like Harry only so she wouldn't get with anybody."

"Well... in a perfect world, Ginny would be a nun and Harry a priest, sure. And honestly, being best friend with a priest would be wicked." a big grin splayed across his face, "Unfortunately, that's not going to happen, so they might as well get with each other. Ginny would fit in just right with us, you know?"

"Yes, exactly!" Hermione was now jumping too, "And they would be perfect together! It's so frustrating that they keep ignoring it!"

"Well, Ginny seemed to know it. But then she had to get over him with that Corner guy. I still don't know how that happened." his face contorted between annoyance and confusion.

"Er- it may be a bit my fault. I told her to live her life, maybe see someone else..."

"Mione!"

"Well, at least it worked. She is finally talking in front of him, isn't she?" she pointed out, suddenly very defensive.

"She was already talking in front of him!"

"Not like this. They'll get over those Ravenclaws and see the light. Trust me." her nose pointed upright to increase the obviousness of her statement.

"How do you know?"

"When have I ever been wrong?"

"Well, there was-"

"Do not even try to finish that sentence, Ronald Weasley!"

[phoebe-delia]

Untitled Bodice Ripper WIP (Happy Birthday El!)

@getawayfox my darling El.

First, happy birthday my love. I hope it was as fantastic and lovely as you.

Second, I wanted to take the opportunity to apologize, once more, for having to drop Bodice Ripper. But at the same time, I'm SO glad to have plenty more time to do your prompt the justice it deserves.

And to that end—I have written some more! I really hope you enjoy this chunk. I don't know how long this'll be, or what exactly it will end up being, but I'm having a lot of fun writing it!

Without further ado: Pansmione political rivals (with some background Drarry for fun!) Enjoy.

It was the kind of night that nearly made Hermione miss Britain. She knew, when she’d left the UK, that it was the right decision. That she was needed more in the US. While on the Wizengamot, she’d worked to get house elves out of forced servitude and into the unionized labor of their choice. She’d rooted out several old, outdated laws and helped start real change for the Wizarding World’s most vulnerable populations. She’d been a mentor to young wixen, teaching them the ins and outs of the British Wizarding government and politics.

And she’d been ready to enjoy the fruits of her labor, to focus on passion projects now that she’d helped to get the wheels turning correctly. 

That was until three people came stumbling through her Floo.

At first, she’d been nonplussed. In her panic, she’d started to shout questions at them—“What on earth? Who are you?” Her finger was inching toward the security call button on her desk when one of them stepped forward with wide eyes and a soft American accent. “Please, Ms. Granger. We need your help.” 

The anxious anger had melted away, slowly, as they explained. It shifted into tightly-coiled, righteous anger at their stories, their passion. She felt pride swell in her chest along with it when they pulled out binders full of information that simultaneously piqued her curiosity, made her stomach drop at the parts that sounded eerily familiar, and churn with dread at those that didn’t. 

It took three years—including hundreds of similar meetings, research, and even a few trips across the pond—for her to come to the conclusion that she was needed elsewhere. 

She remembered the night she broke the news to Harry and Ron—tears in her eyes as she said she was moving. They’d nodded solemnly, and then Harry’d said—

“So, when are we leaving?”

She blinked. “What?”

“When are we leaving? I need at least two weeks—Robards won’t let me out sooner. Ron?”

Ron shrugged. “I’m sure Fred and George can manage the shop without me. I’ll leave whenever.”

Hermione sputtered. “What are you two talking about? You can’t move with me.”

“Why not?” Harry tilted his head. “You think we’re going to let you fix America all on your own?”

“Not a chance,” Ron said firmly. “We’re a team ‘Mione. We saved Britain together. What’s one more?”

So they’d moved, the three of them. They’d holed up in a tiny flat in Washington D.C., hung up maps and charts on the walls, had a TV on mute in the corner, and made plans. 

That first year had been both the most exciting and intimidating she’d had since the war, and yet it was filled with a sense of hope she carried with her everywhere. The three of them took jobs at coffee shops (Ron) and fast food restaurants (Harry) and as a secretary in a law office (Hermione). They’d been 27 and felt like they were play-acting as adults. They worked during the day and stayed up late into the night pouring over statistics and legal code.

“There are some differences. Like, for both, you have to be at least 35. But in the Muggle world, you have to be a native citizen to be President, and for MACUSA you don’t.”

“I think a big problem is messaging and misinformation, but I think we can help change that. If we…”

“Look, look at this—50% of young people voted in the last election. That’s one of the highest in history but it’s also so low when you think about it.”

And then, one night:

“This is just—really? Are there really no worthy candidates? We’ve combed the countryside and all we’ve come up with are pure opportunists and people who outright laughed at us.” Hermione buried her head in her hands.  Harry sat down next to her. “I know. And that’s why I think the best option is for—”

Hermione glared at him half-heartedly. “Harry—”

“You know it’s the right call!”

“I don’t know that!” She huffed. “I don’t know why you’re so insistent on this!”

“Because I’m tired of looking for what we already have! ‘Mione, you already have political and governmental leadership experience—”

“Yes—in Britain! 

“I know you wanted to find a candidate here, but ‘Mione, I think it should be you.” 

And, she supposed, that’s how she found herself sitting in a hotel conference room, rubbing the mascara from her eyes and sighing.

Harry was sitting next to her. He set aside his now empty container of lo mein before vanishing it with a lazy flick of his hand. Under the hum of conversation between the campaign staffers around them, Hermione clasped her hands on the table and leaned toward Harry. “What’s your plan for tonight?”

Harry leaned in to whisper, “I asked Parvati to prep some questions on healthcare for us to run through, but after—I think you, Ron and I need to talk strategy.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Strategy?”

“For next week. To make sure you’re ready for anything she throws at you.”

“She? It's a large candidate field, Harry, you'll have to be more specific.”

He looked at her flatly. "You know who I'm talking about, Hermione."

Hermione clenched her jaw and glanced away. "I was rather hoping I was wrong."

Harry snorted. "That's a first."

Hermione's lip twitched, but she pressed the smile back down. "She's unimportant."

“Mione—we need to talk about her at some point. She got under your skin a lot, and—“

Hermione scowled. “Oh, like I couldn’t say the same about you and her campaign manager!”

Harry blushed. “I’m not running against him for president. Look—of course, you’ll crush the debate. I’m not worried about you losing your cool on stage or being flustered in public.”

“Then what?”

“I’m worried about what happens off the stage. I’m worried about her distracting you. I’m worried about her taking up too much space in your mind just because you’ve known her longer than the other candidates. And because of eighth year.” Harry sighed. “Pansy Parkinson is a lightweight—all flash and no substance. And if she were anyone else, you wouldn’t blink an eye. But she’s—“

“Yeah.” Hermione exhaled. “She’s…yeah.”

“Right. Anyway—we’ll talk. But for now, I think we should get started,” Harry leaned back in his chair and gave her a small smile.

She smiled in return, and cleared her throat—calling everyone’s attention.

“Alright,” Hermione said, glancing at the staff members sitting around the table. “It’s been a long day, and we’ve got an even longer week ahead of us before the first debate of the primary. Let’s start.”

[jeweledflowers]

'Books! And cleverness! There are more important things-friendship, and bravery.'

'Atleast no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent.'

'If being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in lumps of tea, I'm not sure I'll be studying it much longer!'

'Excuse me, but I don't like people just because they're handsome!'

'Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have.'

'You've said to us before that there was a time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we?'

'Always the tone of surprise.'

Happy birthday, Mione!!

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳the girl in the lilac dress ♠ ♡

in which y/n meets fred's ex-girlfriend, days after fred confessed his love for her. there's still some confusion on the status of their relationship. angst -> fluff. narrated by you, y/n l/n.

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ±5.4k

tw: angst (not too bad though), mean words, blood, mentions of auror missions, kidnapping, needles, st mungo's

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ft. hermione, lee and alicia

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

the girl in the lilac dress

i was in a good mood. on the way to work to receive my mission, i was humming a song that had just come out. it was catchy and worth the wait.

out of the corner of my eye, a lilac colour appeared suddenly. strange, i thought. it approached me, in the form of a beautiful woman. she had the lightest grey eyes and the smoothest milky-white skin, and the shiniest locks of dark brown hair. she walked in a flowy lilac gown, her slim model-like body walking in a model-like fashion.

i was pretty sure she wasn't headed towards me, but when her luxurious voice said "good morning" in the calmest tone possible to me, i looked at her confusedly.

"hi!" i replied brightly, smiling.

she smiled sinisterly, "my name is pretoria aphrodite, i'm fred's ex-girlfriend."

he hadn't ever mentioned an ex, but i knew he had dated quite a few people. she made me seem like a glass of water next to a glass of red wine, naive and ugly. i was those two things anyway.

"oh! i'm y/n l/n! nice to meet you, you do seem like a daughter of aphrodite," i said politely.

"darling, all women are daughters of aphrodite. i understand fred's interested in you?"

she observed me and i laughed.

"i don't think that's quite the word. he's my best friend."

"friends with benefits?"

"oh gosh no! i don't really know where we stand, honestly."

"bitter about it?"

i thought for a second, "nah, i couldn't be. love's a hard thing."

"it is, indeed, and you work for the ministry?"

i nodded, "head of the auror office. what about you?"

"i model for witch weekly."

i gasped, "you're the p. aphrodite? i should've known!"

"big fan?" she looked amusedly at me.

"my friends are, so naturally i am."

"you don't seem the type fred usually goes for."

"i wouldn't say he's even going for me," i said cautiously.

"you are much too cutesie for his type."

i glanced up at her. she was smiling kindly.

"pfft, but better cutesie than nothing, amirite?" i asked friendlily, "well it's been nice to talk with you, but i gotta hurry!"

"no worries, i'll come with you, i have some business at the ministry too. have you seen his past exes?"

"uhh, not really?"

"well they're all models for one magazine or another."

"oh, okay. and that's important because...?" i asked her carefully.

"i just thought you should know."

i laughed, "i'm not model material, am i? i don't mind at all."

she looks taken aback. "i would say, with longer hair," she plucked a hair out of my poor mess of locks, "and a shorter upper body, with perhaps lip fillers, you'd look model-like."

her tone was analysing and not at all attacking.

"only three things??" i asked, shocked.

"you are rather... pretty already," she mused, "not model-like, but cute."

we had reached the ministry.

"thanks, see you later!" she waved and disappeared.

all that was left was a buzzing fly which soon flew away.

i immediately dialled in my auror code in the red telephone box and was sent into hermione granger's office.

"'mione! how good to see you!" i hugged her.

"hello y/n!"

in the ministry and the auror department, the head of the auror office was probably more important than the minister for magic. i didn't know why. she had brought me a cup of hot chocolate.

"thanks, 'mione, you didn't need to. what's the mission today?"

"two babies are being held hostage in a coded location by a person who calls themselves the light lord. dark lord, light lord, y'know?" she handed me a coded piece of parchment.

i thoughtfully pondered, "the light lord. who do you need?"

"i was hoping you go on this mission, then you could give me some news on this light lord person."

"that's doable. we'll need to bring in hepole and a ministry official to negotiate passports and such. and a strong auror team."

"right on it. i'll get wally becker and charlotte-ann becker. they're a force to be reckoned with on the borders."

"how much experience?"

"they're twins, been doing this for about fifty years now."

"perfect. and hepole?"

"on the way."

"thanks, minister," i winked at her, getting out my telephone and dialling the disguise unit.

"hello, poplinn speaking."

"pop, we need a few disguises. light lord."

"miss l/n! o-of course!"

"and pop?"

"y-yeah?"

"call me y/n."

i hung up, dialling harry's office.

"harry, call draco and be in my office in ten minutes. i don't care what business he's doing with scorpius, we've got babysitters here. light lord, perhaps a second of voldemort."

"of course."

i picked up the ringing phone that was in the corner of hermione's office.

"y/n, me and scorpy are having a zoo day, we're at the muggle zoo you suggested."

"sorry dray, but it's important."

"there's no one else?"

"there are others, but we need your expertise."

there was a pause, "i won't need to show my dark mark?"

"it's fading anyway. no."

"i'll be paid?"

"in hundreds."

"how old are the children?"

"2 and 4," hermione said.

the silence told me he was sold.

"i'll be there."

i picked up the big microphone and said, "auror unit 156 to the brief room. no need to bring anything. see you there!"

"good luck," hermione grimly said, "be safe, head."

"mhm and cup o' coffee tomorrow? if i survive, that is," i grinned.

"'course."

i smiled, "c'ya!"

she was shaking her head.

"oi, no disappointment, 'mione! i was the one who got the ministry out of paperwork!"

"burning paper doesn't count, y/n."

"it wasn't burning paper, hermione granger, it was arson."

"no, it was the saddest form of arson i've ever seen."

"hey! that's rude."

"just go on your mission already."

i laughed, "on it, minister. kalle?"

kalle looked at me, "yes?"

"tell miss minister to take a break and play a game or something, will you?"

she smiled, "okay."

"give my thanks to your mother too, loved the cookies!"

"alright, good luck, head!"

"thanks, bye!"

i apparated to the brief room, where everyone was strapped into special camouflage clothes.

i handed hepole the parchment and immediately began briefing the unit, harry and draco, on the mission.

"please be safe out there. if you're injured, apparate or travel back here, okay?"

i looked at hepole.

he cleared his throat, "they're in albania. the forest there."

"okay. harry and draco will provide attacking forces," the two nodded.

"i want lopex, quentin blake, quentin grill and hilly to break into any establishment," i say to the team, "and eron, hawks, melv, argonas to hold the offender hostage. johnathan, team healer as always. i'll take the children. hepole, you come and accompany us till the forest, then you have my permission to stay back, and beckers, stay invisible with the cloak, write a report for the minister when you come back, understand? have faith, team! i believe in you. we travel by apparition with the machine in three minutes. call your family, chat, have a snack, drink some water, and relax."

i picked up my telephone and dialled my parents.

"hi mum, dad, i'm going on a mission!"

"alright, be safe sweetie," my mum called.

"yeah, don't die kiddo," my dad added.

"right right, i love you, bye!"

the mission was successful. we rescued the children and sent the kidnapper to trial for azkaban. i escaped with a gash on my forearm, but quickly fixed it up with a spell. it ended late in the evening, so the team healer had gone home. the wound kept opening again, but i wasn't sure if it needed stitches.

putting everything away and making sure the aurors were okay, i headed back to the apartment i shared with fred.

i felt emotionally and physically drained, ready to enjoy a good shower and a good late dinner.

when i fiddled with the key to the door and opened it, my heart absolutely stopped.

pretoria aphrodite was kissing fred passionately. i felt my heart fall ten thousand flights of stairs in disappointment. of course. i was all a rebound who was pathetically in love with him.

when they stopped and saw me, pretoria smirked and fred stood up, astounded.

"uhh, continue? sorry," i apologised awkwardly.

"wait, y/n, it's not what it looks like-" he said.

"i don't mind, be safe," i smiled, too tired and too weak to do anything, closing the door and feeling tears well up in my eyes as i took my bag and myself somewhere. anywhere away from this all. my wound burned. i cursed under my breath as i made my way to st mungo's.

"y/n, you should have come here earlier!" yvonne, my friend, says, as she slowly injects a needle into me, "it's infected! and it needs stitches."

i laughed, "everything needs stitches. this is why i didn't become a healer, yvonne."

she shook her head in dismay.

"lol."

i watched the needle go in.

then she stitched the bloody mess of a wound up, cleaning it gently.

"now i can't stay, y/n," i pouted, "no, don't give me that face, i have other patients."

i nodded, "thanks yvonne."

"no problems. take care. you're too reckless."

"am not!"

she laughed. "that's funny."

after the trip to st mungo's which was pretty short, i wondered what to do. my mind kept floating to the scene i had just witnessed.

i was just the stupid, stupid, girl he used as a rebound. he didn't even use me as a real rebound, just someone who was simply infatuated with him to help him forget his unforgettable ex.

looking at a shop window, i caught a glimpse of myself. i hated being insecure but it happened.

i looked ugly. eyes too small, nose too big, lips not full enough. my thighs touched and i didn't have abs. i had a long gash running down my forearm, surrounded by other cuts. my hair was messy and disgusting. compared to the angel on earth pretoria was, i was nothing. small and plain was nothing when luxurious and beautiful was present.

and it hurt. my heart hurt. my head hurt.

i shook my head gently of my thoughts, chuckling bitterly.

fred weasley was completely and utterly out of my league.

whatevs, i thought. hurting was fine.

deciding to get over him once and for all, i bought some groceries and apparated to the doorstep of lee and alicia's glamorous cottage.

i knocked twice on the door. "hellooo!" i called out.

"baby, can you get that?" lee asked alicia.

alicia opened the door, smiling as she saw me.

"hey ali!"

"hi! come in!"

at first glance i could tell she knew something wrong.

"can i sleep here tonight? and take a shower? and eat some of your food please guys? and maybe steal a shirt i left here for safekeep? and maybe use your telephone? i'm really sorry for troubling you, so i got you guys snacks."

i was the second cousin by marriage of lee. it was good overall, but he was super naughty.

"snacks?"

"your favourites."

"then i guess you can," he said cheekily and i laughed.

"alicia, i don't know how or why you ended up with this child, but i'm glad you did," i told her and she laughed heartily.

"he's cute, isn't he?"

"no," i quickly stepped into the guest bedroom and took a long shower, letting a few tears slip but not enough so that it looked like it. i was subtle.

i bundled up in heavy clothing and wrapped my hair in a towel.

gingerly, i bandaged the wound.

by the snores in the other room, lee was asleep. i crept out quietly, going to cook something.

alicia was sitting down, with my favourite comfort meal prepared. i felt tears of appreciation well up in my eyes.

"thank you, ali, i love you."

"you damn well do."

we both giggled.

"what happened?" she asked me.

"nothing. i just wanted a change."

"from fred? liar. i'll ask again. what happened, y/n?"

"just a long mission, that's all."

"after long missions you usually watch movies with fred."

"couldn't i visit my best friend and my cuz?"

"you visit us on weekends. it's a friday."

"well i wanted to visit you!"

"bullshit."

"is it that hard to believe?"

"what the fuck did fred do to you?"

"nothin'?"

"c'mon y/n, you have to tell me. there's a reason why you didn't go to angie and george's tonight."

"i went here because they're super kissy. you guys have space and act normally. i appreciate that."

"you're awesome at lying."

"i'm not lying!"

"does this happen to involve pretoria aphrodite?"

i nodded, sighing, "she's so nice and pretty." i played with my food.

"i bumped into her. she's pretty, but not nice."

"oh?"

"she called me fiercely ugly. she forgot i model for witch weekly too."

"what did you say back?"

"i told her to fuck off."

i laughed, "she was very nice to me. but next time i see her imma kill her."

"of course she was nice to you, you're a lil angel! anyway, she's an animagus, didya know?"

"whoa how did you know?"

"caught her in a jar. she's a fly. who do you think told hermione to catch rita skeeter in the jar?"

i laughed, "rita skeeter is a beetle! gosh, she's annoying."

"what did fred and pretoria do?"

"nothing."

"please tell me?"

"they-" i swallowed, "they were kissing, and so i came here because i didn't wanna watch anymore."

"hang on, he told you he loved you a few days ago?"

i nodded.

"that doesn't seem right."

i shrugged, "pretoria's better than me. i don't blame him."

"his mother would kill him!"

i shrugged again, "i don't think he was legit when he said that."

"molly weasley, y/n!"

"look, he can explain it to you, i don't even wanna hear it. the first stage of mourning is denial, they say."

"doesn't mean it's good."

"denial is awesome. it's ignorance, but you choose to be stupid. i'm already so stupid!" i groaned, covering my face with my hands, "so so so so so so so stupid, foolish, dumb, and i don't want you to tell me i'm not because i know i am. pathetic."

i gobbled down the rest of the meal, "ths 's delicous," i said, swallowing, "g'night!"

"don't be afraid to let it all out."

"yeah."

i shut the door softly, before brushing my teeth and collapsing exhaustedly on the bed, nodding off quickly.

the next day, i woke at 4am, and put on new clothes, apparating to the phone box and filling out paperwork for the missions yesterday.

i joined hermione quickly, handing her a cappucino and sipping my mocha.

"court sitting this early?" she asked me.

i nodded, "mistake of sirius black, now they do all court sittings within 24 hours of arrest."

"that's smart."

"yeah. it's good. he's obviously guilty right? just a dust of veritaserum to bring it all out?"

"i reckon he'll just confess."

"criminals don't go down easily."

"you guys did a spotting job. the children were unharmed."

"are they here today?"

"they're in st mungo's. being monitored."

"parents?"

"dead."

"oh gosh, those poor children. what's going to happen to them?"

"someone's adopting them, wally becker and his wife."

"that's awesome."

the court hushed as we entered the room. hermione and i shared amused glances and began the sitting.

he was found to be guilty and was chucked in azkaban.

"what an idiot, sending a message like that."

"yup," i chuckled, "what with hepole in our ministry, they never escape."

we laughed.

"how's everything with ron?" i asked her.

"i don't know if he's still into me?"

i almost laugh at her statement, "bro. of course he is."

"i never see him."

"then see him more!"

"how? i'm so busy!"

"busy enough for ron?" we both took sandwiches from the canteen lady with courteous smiles and words.

we sat down at the cafeteria.

"i guess not, but he's busy!"

"busy enough for you?"

"i guess not."

"'xactly."

"but he might not wanna go on a date."

"why? the boy's obsessed with you, 'mione!"

the aurors and ministry workers looked at us in fear as i rose up. i chuckled.

i immediately skipped over to the telephone, putting in the WWW's number.

"y/n! what on earth are you doing?" hermione said in a panicked tone.

"nothing to be worried 'bout."

"hello?" it was george. i thanked the heavens for that.

"yolo george, give the phone to your lil bro please."

"'kay."

hermione was gaping at me. i smirked at her.

"y/n?"

"hey ron, i want you to meet me in rosemary park at 5pm today."

"o-okay."

"could you also bring hermione's favourite snacks and wear an extra jumper?"

"what? why?"

"i'm curious, that's all," i said, "see you there!"

"is that y/n?" i heard fred's voice.

"nup, it isn't," i replied.

and with that, i hung up.

"hey 'mione?"

she was glaring at me, "what."

"meet me at rosemary park at 5pm?" i batted my eyelashes at her, before bursting out in laughter.

she laughed, "i love you."

"pfft, love ya too. you really are too careful. like he would reject you."

"what do you think i should wear?"

"let's go off work early today, at 3," i suggested, "we're both on top of our work anyway."

"okay! you wanna go now?"

"it's 11?"

"yeah!"

"alrighty! kalle!"

kalle turned to us, "yes?"

"hi! me and minister are going out to talk about the mission."

"alright, bye."

we apparate to hogsmeade.

"what theme do you wanna go for?"

"hmm," she thought for a second, "floral!"

"alrighty!" i fumbled for my cell phone and dialled the WWW's again.

"hello?" it was fred this time.

"heyo freddie," i said to him like nothing had ever happened, "tell ron to dress up at 5 pm in something cute but not too out there, preferably in florals or somethin', and he better bring me hermione's favourite flowers."

"wha? if he's going with you then- ohhhh."

"thanks, bye."

"wait!"

"mhm?"

"can we talk?"

"erm- about what exactly?"

"everything."

i sighed, "later, okay? i'm out with hermione and you've got work."

"okay. have a good time, lovely."

"you too."

i was utterly confused. here he was one day kissing pretoria, and now he was calling me lovely?

what the hell was going on?

"let's go, mione!"

we went and bought her a pretty pink dress with white lilies adorning it. it was cute and definitely casual, sort of like a sundress.

"what if he doesn't come?" hermione chewed on her lip.

"hermione jean granger, we both know that ron is absolutely definitely a thousand times head over heels in love with you. he wouldn't ditch you for the world! and look at you! anyone can see he's lucky to have you! you both are star-crossed. when has he ever ever ditched you?"

"with lav brown."

"lavender, she's, she's dead, hermione," i said carefully, "fenrir greyback bit her to death. it was a tragic, heroic, death. she was listed in the extended casualties sent to my office a few months after the battle. i think she's watching down on us from wherever she is up there."

"she's dead?"

"yeah," i replied sadly, "life is so short."

"yeah."

"what i'm tryna say, is that that might've happened, but it won't happen again now that he knows you love him and he loves you. understand?"

"yeah."

"and love him well, for the sake of lavender brown."

"for the sake of lavender brown," she said, smiling.

"yup, now, light lord. his name is actually pont knight."

"pont knight?"

"former assistant of me."

"pont knight?"

"yeah, i know right."

"how did he go again?"

"oh, i fired him," i laughed.

"why?"

"smart guy but terribly lazy and he kept asking for promotions! like please do something if you want money."

"interesting."

"he moved to eastern europe to chase after the trendiness of the islands. i think it was just an excuse. he's changed. he used to be clean-shaven and have the blondest hair."

"do you think he did anything else?"

"we did put him on veritaserum, right?"

"yeah, but it's illegal to put someone on it for more than 10 minutes now in court sittings."

"we could go visit him in azkaban later? i'll take gregir."

"yeah, maybe tomorrow or the day after?"

i nodded, "'course. today is a rest day for the aurors right?"

she nodded, "yeah, half of the agency is at home or working out in the gym."

"good. sometimes this work is so tolling, 'mione."

"yeah, i heard from st mungo's you got hurt?" her eyes were concerned.

i rolled up my sleeve, "that's it."

"that's it? what do you mean, that's terrible! you need to take better care of yourself."

"well sometimes it's hard to. it was worth it."

we continued chatting until it was 4:30.

"oop!" she checked her watch, "i have to go!"

"good luck! tell me how it goes, minister! i'll head back to check if anyone's called for you or me and dust it all up."

"thanks. i owe you."

"nah. i owe my job to you. if minister for magic didn't exist, i wouldn't either. i love you 'mione, be safe!"

"love you too!"

i apparated to the phone box and typed my letters in.

with a whoosh, i immediately spotted two letters and a beeping phone. i answered the phone, solving the problem of the woman on the other end of the line and scribbled a reply to both of the letters.

i finished the paperwork and sent it off, then visited my office. it was piling with letters. i answered all of them, redirecting some of them to different departments, before calling everyone back.

i spotted some of the aurors from yesterday's mission sitting in the cafeteria and talking.

i sat down next to them, "how are you guys doing? any injuries?"

they shook their heads, "we've been spending time in the healer's office and just exercising lightly by the orders of johnny," argonas explained and i nodded.

"take it lightly, and go home if you want to. seeing family always helps the process, hopefully not too many nightmares?"

they laughed, "nightmares all the time, miss," hawk said lightly, "get used to it in this job."

i frowned, "have you tried speaking to doctor yvonne? she might have ways to solve nightmares."

"ahh, miss, sleeping draughts can only do so much," hawk replied cordially.

i laughed, "alright, hawkeye, but just make sure you're not getting traumatised okay? what about you, lopex, quentins?"

they shrugged.

"it's okay? the door was very hard to bust into," lopex said quietly, "we had to try several bombarding charms."

"now, lop, it was easy work!" draco said, sitting down, "hello, head auror, hello unit."

it brought on a cacophony of greetings.

"how are you doing, dray?" harry sat down next to him, "hi everyone!"

we all replied with more greetings and a steady conversation started and flowed for a couple of hours.

i felt my cell phone go off and i excused myself, noting it was 9pm already.

i apparated to the apartment doorstep, knocking on the door just in case anything was happening. i checked the caller id, it was hermione.

fred opened the door, hair messy, still good looking. i smiled at him, patting his shoulder as i ran to the ringing telephone and picked it up.

"y/n!" i could just hear the beam in hermione's voice.

"'mione! how did it go?"

"absolutely wonderful, head auror, ahhh, he's so cute!"

"what happened?" i asked, smiling already.

"well it was really cold when i saw the picnic blanket, which was matching my dress for some weird reason, and ron was there in the cutest button up and he looked so handsoME and he gave me a flower, he's always handsome but i just can't! ahhhh!" she squealed and i clapped my hands in excitement.

"and then i was shivering and he gave me hiS JUMPER and it smelled like him and oh my gosh i think i might just be in love, y/n!"

i giggled, "my cooling charm did work!"

"whaT y/n????"

cackling, i said, "continue, i wanna hear more this is so adorable!!!"

i ignored the dirty glance fred gave me, quietening my voice.

"and then we had food and he said he had cooked it himself and was being such a dear and i told him that i loved him over and over again!!!"

i squealed silently again.

"and, and, gosh my english has gone out of the window!"

"english is nothing compared to the language of love!!" i giggled.

"we watched the sunset whilst cuddling, and i fell asleep and then when i woke up i was in his bed and he was looking at me intently and i just, i'm the luckiest girl alive!"

"you are but you deserve it! that's so sweet! i'm happy for you goshhh, you are the cutest couple. you're both such darlings!"

"and then we watched a muggle movie and he got scared of the spiders and it was so adorable ahhhhHHHH!!!"

"that's the cutesttttt," i gushed.

another dirty look from fred. i gave him a frown back.

"and then he walked me home and it started raining and we kissed in the rain and another check off of my bucketlist and oh my gosh he's so perfect."

"oh gosh that's beautiful," i was smiling uncontrollably.

"anyway," her tone changed into one of mischief, "wanna meet up tomorrow to talk about it?"

"sure thing! when and where? i'll be there!"

"erm, lemme chec- think," i heard the suspicious rustling of papers.

"you're sus. let's just talk about it over the phone. i don't want anything weird."

"how about 10 am in the morning at the field of fireflies?"

"that's a highly romantic place, miss minister. isn't it for couples or something?"

"no? you must be talking about fiona farm."

oh. "yeah, probs, well okay, it better have good coffee. i'm dying of boredom too, does it have a playground??" i asked, hopefully crossing my fingers.

"nope."

"awww, shucks, i don't think i'll go then. you wanna come over though?"

"no please come! there's a surprise!"

i was sold, "lovely. i'll be there at 9:30!"

"no, no, don't do that."

"what the hell, hermione, you're being so suspicious!"

"i'm not, okay? just come on time, you won't regret it."

"if there's any funny business i'm not committing arson ever again."

"oh crap."

i sighed.

"just come anyway!!! good night cheerio!!!"

"what the-"

the line ended.

i frowned, noticing the glare fred gave me yet again.

"is everything okay??" i asked him.

"no," he said rudely.

"well, do you need any help?"

"no."

"how was your day?"

"fine."

i sighed, "okay."

"you called ron cute."

i laughed lightly, "that's it?? and so what's kissing a girl huh, nothing? i called him cute because he treats 'mione like a goddess, because she is a goddess, for goodness sake. and he is cute, in a completely objective way," i added absentmindedly, "all you weasleys are."

he frowned.

"she kissed me!"

"oh i don't mind, i couldn't. my two braincells can't handle it. you kiss whoever you wanna, okay? live, laugh, love, and all that." i smiled.

he was silent.

"and we can talk after i meet up with hermione, okay?"

"okay."

"we don't needa if you don't wanna, of course. g'night."

"have a nice sleep."

the next morning, i got up and went to the field of fireflies or whatever.

it was a beautiful place. it was a full on field. meadows stretched across the near english countryside. the sky was clear and light, and the world around me was stunning.

winds blew from all directions, and i soon found myself accio!ing a jumper.

"hermioneeee???" i called, "you're leaving me hanging."

had hermione stood me up? i chuckled at the very thought, soon rolling in the field of flowers as i laughed.

"hermione you devil you stood me up! you left your poor little work wife hanging!" i shouted dramatically.

i suddenly spotted a little house? by the side of the meadow.

i ran towards it.

"whoa."

it was absolutely magnificent. beige little bricks were stacked on top of each other, grey bricks dotted in. the shillings were dark green, and plants hung out everywhere in the cracks of the house.

large windows which reflected the blue light in the sky spanned across the whole house, and a single wooden door stood ajar.

i just wish i had brought a camera. i sat on the grass, playing with the hem of my jumper sadly. even hermione didn't have time for me. i wondered what a sad person i must seem like.

"contemplating life there?" i heard a far off voice. i swung my head around, seeing fred standing and grinning.

yeah well duh i was, no thanks to you, i thought.

i immediately got up.

"we can talk here, right?" fred asked, as he brought me into the house.

"wow," inside, it was cluttered and messy, with plants sprouting everywhere and bookcases and things everywhere. i loved it.

"you like it?" he asked.

"love it."

"good, because i bought it," he laughed at my flabbergasted expression, "i'm rich, darlin'. let's sit, i cooked lunch."

"was this your plan? to have hermione stand me up?" i asked.

"love, i wouldn't call this a plan. simply just a boy trying to explain himself."

"look i don't need an explanation. i told you, you can love whoever you wanna, i don't mind, i don't care, i support."

"but i'm gonna have to explain because i wanna kiss you."

"then go ahead," i sighed, "if you're lying i will stab you."

"jeesh okay."

i looked at him.

"oh yeah, i forgot the food, here," he said casually, handing me a plate filled with yummy looking delicacies. i was willing to put up with his rubbish story telling for the food, i guess.

"alright, i'm all ears."

"okay. so she talked with you right?"

i nodded.

"did she take a piece of hair from you?”

i nodded again.

"so you came home just right about when the night lights flicker on in london. or so i thought it was you. it was actually, aphrodite, yeah? in polyjuice potion. and she knocked on the door, which i thought was strange. i opened it and she immediately kissed me, as you. and it was weird but it was you and i would give the world to kiss you like that," he said bluntly and i could feel my face heating up, "and then it went like that for a few seconds and she turned into pretoria, and by then the woman had her claws on me. then the door opened and i knew i had made a mistake and then you left and apologised so sweetly. i'm so so sorry, my love, please, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to do anything. i broke up with her last year. i haven't wanted to be with her since. i want to be with you."

i looked at him. i knew he was genuine.

"okay. i'm sorry too, for not trusting you. i guess i was just really unsure of our relationship. it's still kinda blurry."

"what do you wanna be?"

"could we be official, please?"

he grinned, "of course."

then smiling sheepishly, he added, "can i kiss you now?"

"only if i'm the only girl you kiss from now on," i teased, smiling.

he blushed, placing my hands over his heart. it was beating very very fast.

"feel that, beautiful?"

i nodded.

"only you."

he gave me a cheesy grin and laughed at my blushing face, before tilting my head upwards and going in for a kiss but kissing my cheek.

"that's not fair!"

and that's how his head ended up falling into my lap, as i ran my fingers through his ginger strands.

he had fallen asleep just as the sunset began.

it was breathtaking. hues of orange and red danced across the sky.

"i can think of something a lot more beautiful than that," fred said, smiling.

"oh?"

"yeah. yeah."

"i don't believe you."

"that's because you can't see yourself right now."

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Eye Opening Chapter 6

Irie mentions in Curse Killing that Satoshi disappeared on Satoko's birthday. So I'm gonna count the days leading up to his disappearance to try pinpointing when Satoko's birthday is.

As of this chapter, it has been one day since the festival.

Shion's words to Mion probably inspired Mion's behavior in Curse Killing. She didn't know how to give Satoshi an alibi at all. Then a year later, Keiichi starts following the same pattern of behavior Satoshi had prior to the festival, and Mion went so overboard making an alibi for Keiichi that he was convinced that he wasn't actually Keiichi.

This chapter gives more weight to the "Satoshi disappeared" theory about what happened to him. Shion had already said in Curse Killing that the bear he wanted to buy had been sold the day he vanished. And in this chapter, he had reserved the bear from the toy store. So that rules out the possibility of someone else coincidentally buying the bear on the same day.

But then enter the man himself, Oyashiro-sama's messenger: Detective Delicious Ooishi.

And like every time he gets involved, the situation gets worse. The moment Satoshi saw him, he buckled in fear. It probably would have taken barely any effort to get Satoshi to admit to killing his aunt.

And Shion is forced to play her hand and reveal her true identity.

I'm surprised Satoshi took it so well. He was shocked at first but he just laughs it all off. Just as long as he doesn't go prying too hard into which sister he was interacting with at any given point.

Satoshi: Oh. So you're the sister who I've been hanging out with at the baseball team and the grocery store Shion: Yes that was me. Satoshi: Meanwhile Mion was the one I spent time with at school. Shion: Yep. Satoshi: So Mion's the one who beat up my little sister a few days ago. Shion: Uh...Yeah. It was Mion.

The Sonozaki family must have an amazing infromation network. Shion and Satoshi were probably in police custody for a few hours at most and the Sonozakis already found out and had a car waiting to pick Shion up.

Mion's words to Shion sent a message that Shion quickly picked up: "We haven't interacted and I will not defend you." And this is a chilling introduction to Mion Sonozaki, future heir of the Sonozaki family.

We've had some glimpses of her when Mion spoke to Shion about the Furudes and the Hojos. But now we get to meet her.

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