5,6,20 and 21?
5. Does MC sleep with a stuffed toy?
No. Carewyn honestly grew out of sleeping with stuffed animals rather early -- she stopped at the age of three, not long after Jacob first went off to school. She was much more prone to tucking her Paddington bear into its own tiny "bed" on the windowsill under a spare scarf rather than hugging it herself as she fell off to sleep.
6. Sandwiches or soup?
Carewyn loves soup in the wintertime. Her mum Lane was especially prone to making up a pot of Scotch Broth on cold nights, and Carewyn ends up learning more vegetarian-friendly soup recipes after becoming legal partners with Orion.
20. Who's your MC's non-NPC bestie? Any other MC?
Well, for one, Jules Farrier @cursebreakerfarrier is Carewyn's honorary Slytherin Sister! She could see no one better suited to be Bill's other half. Carewyn also befriends fellow Slytherin Night Rhea @night-rhea through Quidditch friendlies and Ravenclaw Cato Reese @catohphm through baking in the kitchens and both Sarahi Silvers @dat-silvers-girl and Wendy Gordon @drinkyoursoupbitch post-Hogwarts. Carewyn's brother Jacob also becomes close with Sarahi's brother Jacob and Ellie Hopper's family @thatravenpuffwitch, especially her grandfather, Lugh Hopper.
21. Does MC prefer Muggle or Wizard Music?
Ugh, Carewyn would HATE being asked this -- because yes, although she has more favorite Muggle bands than wizard ones, that's largely because the Wizarding World's music scene is so much smaller and less diverse, compared to the Muggle World's! She adores the Weird Sisters and deeply appreciates the talent of artists like Celestina Warbeck, Lorcan D'Eath, and Spellbđźund, and yet she also loves the Eurythmics, Elton John, Queen, KISS, AC/DC, David Bowie, Carly Simon, and so many others. She hates the thought of having to choose, because if the Wizarding World's music scene could just open themselves up more to different influences the way the Muggle music world has, she thinks they could be just as great.
HPHM Ask!
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faceclaims left to right -- Kento Nakajima as Shika; Hunter Schaefer as Sparrow; Sebastian Stan as Ed âZorroâ Rosier; Jeremy Jordan as Colt; and Shawn Mendes as Orson
Referencing Chess Thornton @cursebreakerfarrierâ at one point because come on, we all know the tabloids would take some interest in her and Edâs relationship at some point â€
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[excerpt from Witch Weekly, issue 10, Oct. 1995]
They Put a Spell on Us!:Â
A special Q/A session with the members of the new hit band SpellbđźundÂ
Q: Well, first of all, welcome, gentlemen, it is an absolute pleasure to have you with us. Who do we have to thank for us scoring this interview?
Sparrow:Â â(grinning) Zorro.â
Colt:Â âZorro, yeah.â
Shika: âZorro put in a word with Mr. Green.â
[Orson nods.]
Zorro:Â â(grinning smugly) Guilty as charged.â
Q: Mr. Green being Iago Green, your manager, of course. Heâs the one who brought you all together, as the story goes. But letâs get to know the men behind the band -- behind the stage names and makeup...
Zorro:Â â(amusedly) Are you sure you know what youâre asking? I wouldnât subject any of these poor men to what I look like, before sitting in the makeup chair.â
[Sparrow canât stifle the giggling erupting out of him.]
Q: Your fans want to get to know the real you! So first off, what are your real names, how old are you, and where are you from? Shika, why donât we start with you, and then we can make our way down?
[Shika pauses before answering very methodically, almost primly.]
Shika:Â âMy name is Shiraki Katsuro and I am 28 years old. I was born in Shibuya, in Japan, but now I live in Ely, in the district of Cambridgeshire.â
[Sparrow, once heâs sure Shikaâs done, answers eagerly.]
Sparrow:Â âUh, hi! My nameâs Tony Bianco, Iâm 21, and I was born in Queens! New York, I mean. The United States. Though my parents and I live in London, now!â
[Zorro waits very patiently for Sparrow to finish, looking almost indulgent when the younger boy glances at him.]
Zorro:Â âMy name is Ed Rosier, Iâm 36, born and raised in Cardiff. Now I call London home sweet home.â
[Zorro nods to Colt, who jumps right in to respond.]
Colt:Â âNameâs Jared Katz -- 25 -- and Iâm from Moortown, Leeds!â
[Colt looks at Orson, who is comparatively very soft-spoken in his response.]
Orson:Â âMischa Poliakoff. 37. I was born in Leningrad, raised in Leipzig, Germany...and now my family and I live in Manchester.â
Q: Wow! I donât think I realized how very diverse your backgrounds are...Mr. Green truly has assembled a world showcase of talent! (laughs) So what got you all into music in the first place? Did your families encourage you?
Zorro:Â â(gives a bark-like laugh) Hardly! I daresay they wouldâve been much more pleased if Iâd gone to work for the Ministry of Magic. I am glad they tolerated me singing and writing songs on the piano constantly, though -- my dear old mum used to say that many a woman has an appreciation for a man who can perform for her on command, and what do you know? Turns out she was right. (smirks)â
Colt:Â â(laughs) I first got into music for that too! Sort of. I had a crush who was into musical theater, so I joined that, and after scoring the lead in the spring musical, I was invited to join the choir, and then a garage band or two after that. Itâs around then I learned how to play the drums. Wish I could say my folks were supportive, but I guess I did disrupt their sleep a few times with my practicing! (sniggers)â
Shika:Â âMusic is very important in my family. I learned how to play the shamisen from my baa-baa -- my grandmother -- and then, after that, I learned the other strings, from my mother and brothers. I didnât start singing until I was older -- after my voice changed. From then, I did talent competitions and auditioned for acts outside of Japan, so as to gain more experience.â
Sparrow:Â â(shyly) My parents encouraged me -- theyâve always loved music. They actually work for our record company! They used to travel a lot with me when I was little, and theyâd always want me to sing for their friends, whenever we went to any parties. That was how I met Mr. Green, through Mamma and Papa.â
Orson:Â â...My family...also very much enjoys music. My father was a guitarist for Lorcan DâEath for many years, when he was alive. I always wished to be just like him.â
Q: Thatâs fascinating...now Sparrow -- youâve gone on the record saying that your favorite musical artist is Celestina Warbeck. Would the rest of you tell us about some of your favorites?Â
Colt:Â âThe Beatles, of course!â
Zorro:Â âTheir stuff is classic.â
[Shika nods in agreement.]
Shika:Â âI do not think any of you are familiar with the songs of Amuro Namie...but Amuro-san is an idol, back home. She performs pop music, but with some electronic dance and rhythm and blues, as well.â
Zorro:Â â(interested) Sounds like something you might like, Orson, if itâs got some R&B flair. (indicates his bandmate) Orsonâs favorite Muggle artist is Stevie Wonder.â
Shika:Â â(to Orson) Lorcan DâEarth would be the other favorite of yours, I believe, yes?â
[Orson nods.]
Orson:Â â...I like the Beatles too, though.â
Sparrow:Â â(grinning) Oh, donât forget Michael Jackson! Heâs Zorroâs favorite, hands-down...â
Zorro:Â â(coolly) Perhaps if more of you listened to his discography, he would be yours too.â
Colt:Â â(dryly) We almost donât have to, considering how much you play his stuff on the keys, before rehearsal.â
Q: An awful lot of Muggle artists...I seem to recall you once saying off-the-record, Colt, that most Muggle musicians are just better than magical ones -- care to comment?
Colt: â(faintly annoyed) That was taken out of context -- !â
[Before Colt can finish, Zorroâs swept in to answer for him.]
Zorro: â(coolly) I have to wonder how you heard Colt say that, my dear, if it was âoff-the-recordâ...but I suppose reporters have a certain magic about them that way. Rita Skeeter, for instance. A shame she took a break from writing, after the Triwizard Tournament -- her headlines always did make for good gossip kindling.â
[Zorro gives an amiable laugh.]
Zorro:Â âNow then, what was the question? Is Muggle music better than magical music? I donât think any of us would say that, exactly -- weâre simply musicians with a deep love of our craft. We appreciate musical talent, wherever it comes from.â
[Sparrow, Shika, and Orson nod. After Shika passes him a significant look, Colt does too, though a bit more reluctantly.]Â
Q: (laughs) Well, you certainly have it to spare! You in particular, Zorro, both writing and singing your bandâs songs. Care to delve into your process? Your inspiration?
[Zorro looks rather pleased by the praise despite himself.]
Zorro: âThank you. Iâm glad to know my work is appreciated. In regards to process, though, Iâm afraid there isnât much to tell. I simply write what I feel, or have felt, or have known. âWrite what you know,â as the saying goes. Iâm just glad that the opportunity popped up where we could include something I wrote on one of our albums, in the first place -- if it werenât for the public responding to 'Starlightâ as much as it has, I doubt I wouldâve become a permanent addition to the songwriting team. So yeah, to all our fans, thanks for that! It means a lot.â
Q: There have been a lot of rumors about the special someone youâve written about, in your songs. Some say itâs your old intended, Alecto Carrow -- still others says itâs an old childhood friend of yours, Francesca Thornton...canât you give us a hint -- just the tiniest hint about who this woman is, whoâs stolen your heart?Â
[Zorroâs eyes grow that little bit smaller as he smirks.]
Zorro:Â âNow, now, my dear! Half of the success of a good love song is the ability for the audience to hear the words and imagine themselves as an active party -- you can hardly expect me to sabotage my work, by divulging that.â
Colt:Â âBesides, how do you know itâs a woman, anyhow?â
[The rest of the band immediately looks at Colt. Colt tries to play it off, but sounds a bit defensive.]
Colt:Â âAhh, nu, it might not be! Not every love song written by a bloke is about a girl, you know -- â
[Shika places a hand on Coltâs shoulder and adds in a far more composed sort of voice,]
Shika:Â âFrom what Iâve seen, Zorroâs songs are written as gender-neutral. Our fans who are not female will be just as able to see themselves in the words, if they so desire.â
Zorro:Â â(grins) Indeed.â
Q: May I take that to mean Spellbđźund supports gay relationships?
Colt:Â âDamn straight we do! Whatever your sexuality or identity, what you believe, where youâre from, what your background is, we support you.â
[For once, no members of the band make any move to censor him. On the contrary, Sparrow is actually beaming. Orson shifts a bit in the background, but doesnât speak.]
Q: Aha...well, then -- back to my original question, though. Since you wonât divulge the nature of your love life, Zorro, perhaps the rest of you might? I believe all of you are still single, but --Â
Zorro:Â âNot Orson. Sorry, ladies -- heâs taken.â
[The others grin at Orson -- he actually gives a small smile and holds up his hand to show his wedding band.]
Q: Oh yes, thatâs right -- most of you, then. Any of you currently on the look-out, on the dating scene? How about you, Sparrow? Is there someone special in your life?Â
[Sparrow laughs a bit self-consciously.]
Sparrow:Â âAh well, uh, n-not really...itâs a lot of work, just playing with the band! N-not that it isnât fun, of course -- I love working with Zorro and the others! Itâs just that I never really went to parties much when I was younger, unless they were music functions, you know, so...â
[Heâs looking more uncomfortable by the moment, so Zorro swoops in to his rescue.]
Zorro:Â âColt is much more the sort to go to clubs and parties than Sparrow is.â
Colt:Â â(laughs) You know it! The club scene is where itâs at.â
Shika:Â âThe Thestral Club just outside of Diagon Alley is a respectable establishment. Colt and I have been there, on a few occasions.â
Colt:Â âTheir DJâs are all excellent. Pretty cute, too!â
Q: Ooh, well, thatâs an endorsement Iâm sure theyâll appreciate! But Iâm sorry, I just have to circle back to you, Sparrow. Youâre arguably the most popular member of the band, so one could say youâre also the Wizarding Worldâs most eligible bachelor! What would you say youâre looking for, in a lover?
[Sparrow flushes darkly.]
Sparrow:Â âW-well, thatâs -- heh -- not exactly...um...â
[Heâs laughing even more as he becomes more self-conscious. Once again, Zorro swoops in to his rescue.]
Zorro:Â âWell, certainly Iâd say Sparrow, like all of us, would want someone who loves us for who we are, rather than our fame. Right, birdie?â
[Sparrow is encouraged by Zorroâs support.]
Sparrow:Â âY-yeah! I reckon we all do...Iâd say all of us would deserve to find that, in somebody.â
[He glances at the other members of the band self-consciously. Shika nods.]
Shika:Â âWhether romantically or not. I would say finding kindred spirits can make the human experience significantly more fulfilling.â
Zorro:Â â(grinning) Well said!â
Q: Well, unfortunately, thatâs all the time we have! Before we go, though, is there anything youâd like to say to your fans?
Sparrow:Â â(brightly) Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!â
Colt:Â â(grinning) What Sparrow said. Thanks a lot, you all! We couldnât do this without you!â
Shika:Â âItâs true. We will be eternally grateful for all of the support you have given us, and we hope that you will continue to send us your love.â
Orson:Â âYeah -- thanks.â
Zorro:Â â(smiling fully) Please remember the impact a single life can have, in shaping another -- and take heart knowing that each of you have undoubtedly helped shape ours for the better.â
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Hmm... how about random hcs for all of Spellbđźund?
Oooh, for ALL the boys? Letâs seeâŠhow about we do this from youngest to oldest?
Tony âSparrowâ Bianco is a closeted trans woman. Sheâs still currently using âhe/him/hisâ pronouns in public, partially because her family is both well-respected and traditional enough that she fears rejection. The first person sheâll feel really comfortable coming out to will be her honorary âbig brotherâ Ed âZorroâ Rosier, who she thinks the absolute world of.
Jared âColtâ Katz may respect fellow band member âZorro,â but heâs also kind of resentful sometimes of how much attention he gets for his songwriting and how much he often ends up taking charge of things. Jared really is looking forward to making his own solo debut so that he can actually perform some of the songs heâs written, since Iago Green has largely passed them over for not fitting in with Spellbđźundâs âaesthetic.â (Translation: theyâre more of the indie-rock, grunge, acoustic guitar variant than anything pop or bubblegum.)
As a boy, Shiraki âShikaâ Katsuro had a romanticized image of England in large part because of how much he enjoyed the Beatlesâ music and films set in England like Mary Poppins and 101 Dalmatians. Although, sure, he was a little disappointed things werenât like the fantasized image in his head, he still has an odd soft spot for some distinctly âBritishâ things like Londonâs distinctive red double decker busses.
Ed âZorroâ Rosier has got a HUGE sweet tooth. Although he is fond of pastries like eclairs and macarons, his One True Love among sweets is cheesecake. He honestly doesnât care how cheap it is: eating a slice of cheesecake always brightens his day. If it is good quality, though, he becomes a human sunbeam, heâs so happy, and just about nothing can ruin his mood.
Mischa âOrsonâ Poliakoff grew up in Berlin, East Germany, but like the rest of his family, he was raised Russian Orthodox. This makes it so he is actually kind of uncomfortable with how pro-LGBT the rest of his band mates are. He is very aware that and respectful about how his religious beliefs arenât shared by the rest of the group, though, and he respects the others enough as performers that he doesnât bring it up.
Send a đ and one of my MCâs for a headcanon!
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[Marauder/Golden Era] Edmund âEdâ Rosier
fancasting Sebastian Stan as Ed
âI'm not a perfect person --
There's many things I wish I didn't do,
But I continue learning...
I never meant to do those things to you...
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know --
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be:
A reason to start over new...
And the reason is you.â
~âThe Reason (cover)â by Chase HolfelderÂ
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As one of the key vocalists and the main songwriter for the trendy magical âboy bandâ Spellbđźund, Ed Rosier (often just called by his middle and stage name âZorroâ by agents and fans) puts out a very laidback, sexy persona, but heâs nothing if not ambitious. Even though heâs more than willing to play any role he has to and heâll put in 150% of himself into his work if itâll help him get ahead, heâs often the member of the band who stands most toe-to-toe with their managers, fighting for their fair share of the profits and for the respect due them. However chill he acts, Edâs actually a calculating sort who has a hand in just about every detail of the bandâs upcoming events or concerts and puts a lot of focus on what will please the public and the bandâs fans in particular. Even his people-pleasing, amiable nature and good looks have made him a media darling, which Ed takes full advantage of in order to better promote Spellbđźund. He truly is a fox in human skin -- mischievous, clever, and very hard to pin down. But if one looks closer, those who know Ed better might be surprised by the shadow underneath all the smirks and taunts, one hinted to in the lyrics he writes -- songs about a broken friendship, familial abuse and disownment, and a doomed young love that ended in tragedy.Â
Tagging @cursebreakerfarrier because Ed is nothing without his Kit đ
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âCare to explain what was that all about?â
âWhat? I thought you wanted your two favorite boys to get along better.â
âEddie, you called Sirius âMutt.â In front of the entire Order.â
âI thought 'Pup' would be too much like a pet name in the romantic sense. Plus I kind of like how it sounds with your nickname. Kit and Mutt -- kind of matches well, wouldn't you say?â
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featuring Kate Siegel as Chess Thornton @cursebreakerfarrierâ and Sebastian Stan as Ed Rosier â€
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When Ed Rosier started nicknaming Sirius Black âMutt,â just about everybody in the Order found it pretty damn funny. Sirius took it rather well all things considered, since he could tell it was a term of endearment and he was way too used to being the person teasing others to get hot-under-the-collar being teased himself...but that doesnât mean he didnât shoot Ed faintly exasperated smiles now and again. Snape took a lot of vindictive pleasure out of it, which irked Sirius to no end, but most of the others actually thought it was quite cute. After all, Ed had called Chess âKitâ for a while (apparently as a derivative of the longer nickname âCheshire Catâ), and heâd also taken to calling his bandmate Sparrow âBirdieâ in interviews, so most people caught on to the fact that Ed used personalized nicknames to show affection for people. And Ed did once make it very clear to Snape at one Order meeting that only he was allowed to call Sirius âMuttâ --
âHis name is either âBlackâ or âSirius,â Severus,â heâd said in a very light and passive-aggressive kind of voice. âThis is a professional organization weâre running here, isnât it?âÂ
Siriusâs close friend Remus Lupin in particular found the nickname rather endearing. Heâd been one of those whoâd laughed the most upon first hearing it, to the point that Sirius had had to mutter âshut it, Moony, itâs not that funnyâ under his breath. From that point on, though, he would merely silently smile watching Sirius and Ed interact, with Ed lightly teasing Sirius and Sirius shooting snappy one-liners back in return.Â
âItâs hard to look at Ed Rosier now and see him as the same boy he was at school,â Remus said to Chess one day in October. âI think even Sirius is having trouble doing it...and Iâve never known him to believe that people can change.â
Chess smiled as she watched her best friend teasingly pat Sirius on the top of his head, only to dart out of Siriusâs reach with a loud, amiable laugh. The two menâs visual similarity was even more noticeable when they were in such close proximity and their handsome faces were both full of such amiability and mischief.Â
âThatâs because you all havenât known him as long as I have,â said Chess. âI always knew he could change...because I saw it happen before.â
October came and went, with Ed being kept very busy with his work with Spellbđźund. Their manager Iago Green clearly wanted to take advantage of the bandâs momentum to record some proper song covers so that they could play on the WWN during the holiday season, so Ed didnât anticipate no one working with the band, whether one of its member or part of the crew, would have much chance to breathe until December. Fortunately Ed was able to coax Iago to let the band members select certain numbers for their âholiday album,â and even for them to perform their choices solo at some of their concerts, as a special âtreatâ for those who paid to see them perform live (and, though Ed didnât say so, so that each member would get some much-needed individual spotlight). Despite Ed not being able to pop over to Grimmauld Place quite as much around all of his rehearsals and concert planning, though, he did still receive a strange card one day under his door in mid-October, not long after a certain interview had come out in the most recent edition of Witch Weekly.Â
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[Ficlet] Sparrow and Zorro
Hi guys! This is just a quickly written little one-shot featuring my new kiddo Ed Rosier and one of his bandmates, Tony, so as to kind of flesh out the dynamics between Ed and the rest of Spellbđźund.Â
For more information on how Spellbđźund was brought together, Ed gave a handy explanation here, but basically this band was originally formed with marketing in mind over artistry, and itâs in large part thanks to Ed that the power dynamic between the manager and the band members has shifted. Tony (or âSparrowâ to his fans and bandmates) is the youngest member of the band, while Ed (or âZorro,â meaning âfoxâ) is the second oldest. The other members of the band are âShikaâ (meaning âdeerâ or âstagâ), âOrsonâ (meaning âbearâ), and âColtâ (which, yeah, âhorseâ). And yeah, here are some tags for some potentially interested parties -- @aceyanaheim @cursebreakerfarrier @thatravenpuffwitch @kathrynalicemcâ @danceworshipper @nightmaresart @oneirataxia-girlâ
Hope you like it! đ
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Ed had arrived early for rehearsal. It was a habit heâd always had, since before he broke into the industry, to always be the first person there for any event. In the past, he actually ended up dawdling outside peopleâs houses sometimes so that he wouldnât arrive for parties before theyâd even started. But being late for an event or planned date was something Ed just couldnât abide the thought of -- even if he had to end up standing around a while or working on other things waiting for everyone else, he was always early.Â
This time around, heâd arrived at the rehearsal space even before the band showed up -- so Ed decided to help out by taking everything out and putting it in its proper place, so that when they arrived, their instruments and equipment would already be set up. First he set up the drum kit; then tuned the guitars; and finally levitated the keyboard and its accompanying synthesizer across the room.Â
Once heâd gotten everything set up, Ed looked around at the configuration, just to make sure he hadnât missed anything. Then, at last, he dropped down onto the stool in front of the keyboard with a sigh.Â
What should he do now? Check in with craft services? They wouldnât be clocking in for another thirty minutes -- no sense in stressing them out. Help out with the set? Ed hadnât checked in with the set designer yet, so itâd be hard for him to know what her vision was, for this upcoming concert. Start practicing their new dance choreography? Seemed like thatâd be easier to do with the band maintaining a beat.Â
At last, he decided warming up his voice might be a decent place to start. Rolling around on the stool, he faced the keyboard. As he looked down at the keys, an idea came to his mind, and his expression lit up with a small wry smile. He flexed his fingers, bending each one back one at a time, and then rested them over the keys and started to hash out a tune he liked to play on his piano at home. Once heâd gotten into the groove, he cleared his throat loudly and started to hum along.Â
â...da-da da-da da-da...âcause the lie becomes the truth -- yeaaaah...â
âThat sounds awesome, Zorro.â
Ed didnât stop playing at the sound of his bandmate, Tony âSparrowâ Bianco, coming up behind him.Â
The youngest and most popular member of Spellbđźund was a cherubic-looking Italian-American boy of nineteen with shoulder-length light blond hair and grayish-blue eyes. Heâd been chosen for his distinctive, amiable Tenor voice, which immediately made him stand out in a crowd -- though Ed suspected his sincere, ingenue-esque attitude also made it very easy to get him to sign a contract in the first place.Â
"Are you working on that for Mr. Green?â he asked curiously.Â
Ed shook his head. âAfraid I canât take credit for this little number. What are you doing here so early, little birdie?âÂ
Tony rubbed the back of his neck a bit uncomfortably. â...I could ask you the same thing.â
âSomeoneâs got to make sure all of the tâs get crossed and the iâs get dotted -- it may as well be me,â said Ed.Â
He stopped playing at last and turned to look at Tony with a rather cool smile.Â
âNow Iâll ask again -- whatâs going on? Itâs not like you to come to rehearsal early.â
Tony was trying to smile, but he kept looking away uncomfortably.Â
âWell, uh...I just thought maybe we could...hang out, a bit. ...If thatâs okay.â
When Ed didnât respond, Tony immediately rushed to explain.Â
âI-itâs totally cool if you donât, itâs just -- I never see you guys outside of rehearsal, and -- well, we are a band...and youâre always calling us your âbuddiesâ in the press, so I thought...well...â
âYou thought buddies would want to spend time together,â surmised Ed.Â
Tony immediately looked like heâd regretted saying anything: as if he was afraid Ed was going to shut him down. That fear of rejection, though, was way too familiar to Ed -- it was a feeling he knew way too well to let anyone else feel. So he raised his wand, levitating the stool from the drum kit over so that it plopped down next to the one he was sitting on.Â
âCome sit over here.âÂ
His face lighting up with relief, Tony immediately did so. He looked from Ed to down at the keyboard.
â...I didnât know you could play piano,â he said self-consciously.Â
Ed shrugged. âI donât get much of an opportunity to show that off, these days. Reckon you only wouldâve known if youâd seen any of my side gigs...â
âDid you play the keyboard for other groups?â asked Tony.
âKeyboard, guitar, drums, synthesizer -- whatever they needed.â
âThatâs amazing!â
âIt was what was necessary.â
Despite saying this, Edâs face had broken out into a grin -- he appreciated the boost to his ego. Tony seemed to be relaxing somewhat, smiling more fully himself.Â
âDo...do any of the others play anything?â he asked.
Ed considered this. âWell, letâs see...Colt knows the drums, I think. Shikaâs studied a lot of string instruments -- bass, viola, and shamisen are the ones I know of. And Orson was in the industry even before I joined, so I reckon he knows at least one too...â
Tony blinked, looking almost abashed. âOh...â
Ed raised his eyebrows. âWhatâs that âohâ for?â
Tony immediately looked very self-conscious.Â
âIâm sorry, itâs just...I thought you...well, that you were close with the others. They always seem more comfortable talking to you than they do to me,â he admitted lowly as he looked down at his hands in his lap, âso I thought that maybe you all were friends, before...â
Ed considered Tony for a moment. His face had lost any hint of a smile, making it much more stony, as it often looked when he was serious. When he finally responded, his voice was very quiet and level.Â
â...We were all brought together by the same bloke, Tony. You knew Mr. Green back in the States -- and Iâm sure you know by now that he brought us together for a lot more reasons than just because he likes pop music.â
Tony nodded without looking up.Â
âHeâs a businessman, first and foremost...and although yes, he saw talent in all of us individually, his focus was always about that bottom line: about how much money Spellbđźund could make him. As much as he likes to try to make us feel special...in the end, Iago Green's looking at the Galleons. And...well, most of us joined this group well aware of this.â
Tony looked up at Ed, his gray-blue eyes both upset and confused. Ed gave the boy a slightly wry smile.Â
âYouâre new to this business, but the rest of us arenât. And when youâve had to train yourself to only eat one meal a day, just to stretch your money out far enough to afford your next monthâs rent...you go to every audition you can -- accept any job that opens up, whether itâs one you want or not.â
Ed tried very hard not to let his voice get cynical or bitter. He looked Tony straight in the eye, trying to be as gentle and frank as possible.Â
âI joined this business right out of Hogwarts -- just two years younger than you -- and Spellbđźund has been the first thing Iâve done that Iâve gotten any public recognition for, in the fifteen years Iâve been making music. Youâve been very lucky, Tony.â
Tony suddenly looked like a wave of guilt had submerged him. His shoulders fell as he looked down at the ground.Â
â...So...I guess the others must think Iâm this dumb kid whoâs gotten everything on a silver platter, huh?â
Edâs expression softened. âNo -- just young. And a touch naĂŻve.âÂ
He brought a hand up to Tonyâs shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Tony looked up, and Ed smiled at him.
âLook -- we all might put on a good show for the press about being closer than we actually are...but that doesnât mean I donât have all of your backs, in any case. I can hardly expect you all to have mine otherwise.â
His steel blue eyes glinted with a slightly harder glint.Â
â...When I was your age...I was the sort of person who would give and give to the people I loved...even if it meant I gave everything and got nothing back. I made a promise to myself years ago that I would never do that again...and quite frankly, I donât want you or the others to be in a situation like that either. You all are talented enough to deserve better than that.â
Tonyâs face lost its gloom, brightening up slightly as if the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds.Â
â...Thanks, Zorro.â
He quickly rubbed at his eye with his fist before straightening up again, his lips touched with a smile.Â
âYou know...you really are pretty cool. And not the way you act for the cameras, like really cool. Like, nice.â
Ed grinned. It made Tony smile a bit bigger too.
âMaybe you should be our manager!â he said brightly. âI mean, you already look after us and take care of getting things ready like one -- I think youâd be good at it!â
Ed actually started to laugh.Â
âEasy, birdie -- my ego might explode, being egged on by that much praise.â
He brought a hand up to ruffle Tonyâs blond hair, and the younger boy laughed too. Once Ed had withdrawn his hand, he returned his focus to the keys in front of him.
âNow then, shall we warm up? Gimme a song, letâs see if I can play it.â
Tony bit his lip to try to contain his laughing, his eyes flitting down to the keyboard and then back up at Ed shyly.Â
â...Can you play âYou Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me?ââ he asked.Â
Ed cocked an eyebrow, his mouth spreading into a mischievous grin. âYou really like yourself some Singing Sorceress, donât you? I seem to recall you sang âYou Stole My Cauldronâ for your audition, too.â
Tony flushed a dark shade of red. âWell, sh-sheâs my favorite! M-my parents brought one of her records back from London once, and...Iâve always loved her songs, since I was really little...âÂ
âShe is a rare talent,â Ed cut him off smoothly -- Tony looked rather relieved to see he didnât look condescending or dismissive. âA rather kind lady too, fortunately -- so many artists arenât as nice as they seem in public...âÂ
âWait --â said Tony, his eyes suddenly going super wide, â -- you mean youâve met Celestina Warbeck?â
ââMetâ is a strong word -- I just helped out with some back-up vocals at one of her events once.â
âWhat was she like? Did you get her autograph? Have you stayed in touch with her? Is it true what they say, that she kisses everyone in her crew on the cheek French style when she meets them?â
Ed laughed that bit harder, his chuckles huskier and more bark-like as they grew louder. âWhoa, whoa, easy! It really wasnât that glamorous...tell you what -- Iâll tell you about it, after weâre done warming up. Now come on: from the top. A one, two, three, four...â
The two bandmates proceeded to sing âYou Charmed the Heart Right Out of Meâ and âA Cauldron Full of Hot Strong Loveâ -- Ed felt a pang of nostalgia for the Frog Choir, playing those songs again after such a long time. Then Tony persuaded Ed to play a song he really liked, which ended up being Michael Jacksonâs âBeat It.â It was while Ed was singing this that Colt came in and egged Ed on enough to make him play the Beatlesâ âHey Jude,â which Orson and Shika ended up jumping in on too when they arrived.Â
By the time the rest of the crew had arrived, Spellbđźund was in full sing-along mode...and any observers wouldâve sworn that all five of them really were as close as they always pretended to be in front of the cameras.Â
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âUntil the night falls, we're aligned --
It doesn't mean that we're on the same side...
Watch your back! Watch your back!
Watch your back! Watch your back!
Hit 'em hard and hit 'em fast --
They're too heavy to react!â
~âNight Fallsâ from Descendants 3
x~x~x~x
In the months following Fudgeâs failed attempt to expel Harry Potter, the Ministry of Magic took a more hardline stance against anyone who was even slightly critical of its policies. Ed felt very fortunate heâd never been very much into politics and that he didnât work at the Ministry himself, but he had to feel for poor Chess @cursebreakerfarrier, who was both an Auror and true Gryffindor whoâd always had very strong moral convictions that she didnât like compromising. He couldnât help but worry what might happen if the Ministry ever ended up side-eying her past association with Sirius -- after all, even if Fudge didnât believe Voldemort was back, he was still very interested in catching Sirius, and Ed recalled Dumbledore saying in passing that he suspected Sirius might end up being a fall-guy for Death Eater activity at some point, so that Fudge could pass it off as it being the act of âone lone wolfâ rather than a bigger issue.Â
His music had often been an outlet for Edâs emotions...but lately, his job performing and songwriting for Spellbđźund had become an escape more than anything from the constant fear he felt both for Chess and for himself, working with Dumbledoreâs motley gang of rebel fighters.Â
Unfortunately it was in early September that his âescapeâ ended up being compromised. After leaving the studio late that afternoon, Ed without hesitation headed straight to the Orderâs headquarters, Number 12 Grimmauld Place.Â
When he arrived, the songwriter strode through the entrance hall as quickly and yet quietly as he could, not wanting to wake Walburga Blackâs portrait. Once heâd gotten to the staircase, he called up in a carrying hiss.Â
âHey! Is anyone up there!? Itâs Ed!âÂ
âEdmund Rosier has appeared in my Mistressâs house again,â croaked a low voice from somewhere near the floor.Â
Ed looked down in slight surprise, to see Kreacher the house elf peeking around one of the stair banister, his face even more gnarled than normal as he looked him over beadily.Â
âThe boy who Master Regulus always talked about,â he muttered under his breath, ânow cavorting with Mudbloods and half-breeds...oh, the young master would be so disappointed...â
Ed felt like heâd been stabbed right in the heart. His eyes seemed to flinch, visibly wounded and emotional despite the stoicism of his face.
âKreacher, I loved your master very much,â he said as softly as he could. âEverything Iâve ever done in my life, Iâve done with him in mind.â
Kreacherâs face seemed to contort with suspicion.Â
âEdmund Rosier is trying to sympathize with Kreacher,â he muttered to himself, clearly not understanding that Ed could still hear him rather than these things merely being his thoughts, âbut oh, my Mistress, he is foolish -- Kreacher has always done everything he could to serve the House of Black. Edmund Rosier instead throws his lot in with Master Regulusâs enemies -- the blood traitors and Mudbloods that my Mistress so despises...â
Although Ed managed to keep his face stoic, his steel blue eyes were almost overflooded with pain. âThatâs not...âÂ
âKreacher!âÂ
Sirius had appeared at the stair landing just over them.Â
âDonât you have somewhere else to be?â he barked at the elf harshly. âGo crawl under the stove and stop bothering people.â
Unable to disobey a direct order, however callous, Kreacher slunk off, though he shot Sirius a very surly, loathing look as he left.Â
Edâs lips came together tightly and his eyes narrowed as he looked up at Sirius.Â
âYou shouldnât treat him like that -- âÂ
âYouâre welcome,â Sirius shot back very coolly as he descended the stairs. âNow whatâs going on? Iâm afraid if youâre here to play for anybody, your only audience is me -- Arthurâs on watch and Molly had to skip off to the Burrow, to clean up before Dolores Umbridge stops by...â
âUmbridge?â said Ed, taken aback. âThe witch who sponsored that rash of anti-werewolf laws? Why?â
Sirius gave a derisive snort. âApparently the new âHigh Inquisitorâ wishes to meet all of those families whose children have been selected as Prefect, so as to assess Dumbledoreâs selection process. Though I doubt thatâs what itâs really about...more likely itâs half intimidation, trying to make sure all those Prefects stay in line, and half intelligence-gathering on Harry -- â
â -- since his two best friends were just made Gryffindor Prefects,â finished Ed grimly.Â
He looked from Sirius to around at the empty rafters overhead. Well, great...now what was he going to do?
Sensing Edâs restlessness, Sirius cocked an eyebrow at him.Â
âWhatâs wrong? You look peakier than Remus on a full moon.â
âThatâs not really something to make light of, is it?â Ed said disapprovingly.Â
Sirius rolled his eyes. âRemus has been a werewolf long enough that heâs past caring when people talk about how pale he gets. And since when do you get offended on Remusâs behalf anyway, Rosier? I seem to recall you had no problem insulting his clothing choices, back in our school days...â
âIâve already told you -- Iâm trying to be better than I was at school,â Ed said, his voice soft and level despite its firmness. âSomething you honestly might want to consider doing yourself. Then maybe whenever you end up in the same space as Severus, you wouldnât immediately feel the need to pick fights -- â
âForgive me if my first instinct upon being insulted isnât pacifying whoeverâs attacking me,â Sirius shot back coolly. âNow Iâll ask again -- what are you doing here? Clearly somethingâs up.â
Ed regarded Sirius silently for a moment. His expression was very closed-off and hard to read, but it was mainly because he was thinking quickly.Â
Time was of the essence -- he couldnât afford to dawdle around waiting for anyone else from the Order to arrive. And yet going out into Knockturn Alley, potentially around Death Eaters and completely on his own...as much Ed had always enjoyed wizard dueling as a sport, he knew his dueling skills and reflexes were nowhere near good enough to put him on a level playing field with dark Wizards. His current choice was either letting his lead go cold and protect his own skin...or...
Ed swallowed.Â
â...I think...the Death Eaters have a mole inside the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.â
Sirius stiffened sharply. âWhat?â
Ed took a deep breath and started at the beginning.Â
âI was the first one at our concert venue this morning -- I was there before everyone else arrived. I figured I could start the day off by dealing with one of the lights that had gotten smashed during our last rehearsal. It was left backstage, so I set about figuring out how to fix it, since a simple Reparo wouldnât recast the charms that had been inlaid into the glass. While I was back there, I heard some of the techs arrive. Iâd planned to call out from behind the curtain -- wish them a good morning, ask if they wanted some of the coffee I brewed...but their voices sounded so anxious that I couldnât help but just listen. I thought it was about the show, so if I heard the whole story, Iâd know how best to deal with the problem.â
His steel blue eyes darkened.Â
âBut...it wasnât about the show. It was about recruiters.âÂ
Siriusâs eyes narrowed. âWhat kind of recruiters?â
âThe same kind as last time, of course,â said Ed dully. âThe kind who stopped by to talk to all those âgood little boys and girlsâ who followed in the footsteps of their Pureblood ancestors. You probably wouldâve met one yourself, if you hadnât run away from home and started living with a family of known âblood traitorsâ like the Potters. Some of our techs are like me -- descended from old wizarding families, but didnât fight in the First War, for whatever reason. And it seems theyâve already been paid visits...been pressured to join âthe cause,â or suffer consequences.â
Sirius crossed his arms, considering Ed carefully. âAnd you reckon you'll soon be, too.â
âSoon enough, anyway. I reckon the media attention around me has protected me somewhat -- the Death Eaters know it wonât be so easy to pull me aside for a chat without anyone noticing. And we all know they do want to stay under the radar, for now.â
âBut what does this have to do with the Ministry?â asked Sirius.Â
âOne of the techs said that the Death Eater whoâd approached him said that they had âeyes and wands everywhere,ââ said Ed, âoperatives that would be able to protect and enforce their ideals, from every angle...help promote, or demote, anyone they wish.â
âThat could very well be a bluff,â said Sirius, unconvinced.Â
âIt could be,â granted Ed, âbut that tech in particular is named Elmer Yaxley -- his mother is a daughter of Charles Cromwell, a blood purist and ex-associate of Lucius Malfoyâs, who was sent to Azkaban five years ago for leading a magical Cabal that sought to break into Hogwartsâ Cursed Vaults. She just barely avoided a lifetime in Azkaban herself. Elmer also said explicitly that his uncle works in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement...from what Iâve been able to gather, he means Corban Yaxley, and I know Iâve heard Kit bring that name up before, in her reports for the Order...â
âYeah, she said that heâs been on her and Kingsleyâs arses lately about finding me,â said Sirius. "Do you think Yaxley is the mole, then?â
âPossibly -- I donât think thereâs enough proof to say one way or the other yet. But the only way we might find that out is through Elmer Yaxley -- he said that he managed to coax the recruiter to give him some time to think, but the recruiter insisted he come to Knockturn Alley tonight, to give his answer. If we can track him down and tail him, then maybe we might be able to find out who the mole is and how much they know...â
â...So you came here, to find someone whoâd run down that lead for you,â Sirius surmised. His lips seemed to twitch with something of a bitter smile. âBut alas, the only person here is little old me...and Dumbledoreâs ordered I stay locked up in here âfor my safety.â So what do you intend to do?â
Edâs eyes narrowed slightly. âWhatever I have to, to protect Chess and her future. If Yaxley is the mole, then that means that heâs surveilling her and Kingsley, and if heâs able to link either of them to you, then their lives will be effectively over.â
âThen thereâs the whole risk to the Order and its mission of protecting the entire world from Voldemort,â said Sirius dryly, âbut sure, think about paychecks and careers...âÂ
Ed ignored this. Instead he quickly charged up the stairs, right past Sirius.Â
âIâm going to need some robes.â
Sirius wrinkled his nose. âWhat for?â
âWell, if you and I are going into Knockturn Alley, I canât jolly well be dressed like this,â Ed indicated the Muggle-worthy baseball cap and corduroy jacket he was wearing.Â
Sirius blinked in surprise, and Ed rushed to explain.
âLook -- for all the things youâve gotten wrong about me, Black, one thing you are right about is that Iâm not the type to fight. Thereâs a reason Iâm not an Auror like Chess -- playing around in the Dueling Club is one thing, but even Iâm not naive enough to think thatâll be enough, to keep me from getting myself killed if Iâm facing off against a Death Eater. And if this lead of mine is right, I might end up confronting one or more of those. Youâre an experienced duelist, and youâve fought these sorts before...and well...âÂ
He looked away uncomfortably.Â
â...I know...you care about Kit, just as much as I do. I want her to have a future waiting for her on the other side of this War, and she wonât have one, if she loses her job. Being an Auror is her dream...I couldnât bear it if that dream was ever stolen from her.â
Sirius's gray eyes had gained a determined, almost excited glint at the thought of getting out and fighting some Death Eaters. Edâs expression of sentiment about Chess, though, seemed to have brought him back down to earth slightly, and he regarded Ed a bit more critically.Â
âI suppose Iâll have to go in dog form,â he said.Â
âUnless things go south,â said Ed. âThen Iâll need you to have my back.â
âYou realize that for me to agree to that, Iâd have to trust you to have my back, Rosier,â said Sirius, his eyes narrowing upon his face. âHow do I know I can trust you?â
Edâs face became much more stoic, as it always did when it was serious.Â
â...You donât,â he said at last. âJust as you donât know anything. You donât know what tomorrow will bring...or what's in someone's heart...or even whether or not we'll still be alive tomorrow. You donât know any of it, and you canât know it, because nobody can ever truly know.â
Ed took a striding step forward so that he was looking Sirius in the eye, straight on.Â
âBut since when has that stopped you, Black?â he asked softly. âYou, of all people. You canât know Dumbledore's intentions. You can't know Moody's, or Tonks's, or the Weasleys', or anybody's. You didn't know Lupin's or Severusâs back in the day anymore than you knew Pettigrew's.â
Siriusâs eyes seemed to flash. âYou...â
âYet even with you not knowing anything for sure,â Ed cut him off before his temper could rise, âyou had faith in them. You still have faith in them -- even though Lupinâs been going off on missions he canât tell you much about, or Mollyâs been overbearing about how you interact with Harry, or Dumbledoreâs been forcing you to stay trapped in here.â
Ed shrugged and took a step back.
âSo that's what I'm trying to do. I don't know I can trust you, Black. But I have faith in Kit...and she has faith in you. ...Maybe one day I'll be able to do the same,â he added with an attempt at a smile that didnât quite touch his steel blue eyes.Â
Sirius stared at Ed for a long moment, taking in his answer slowly. Then, at last, he sighed through his nose.Â
â...What do you need?â
Ed brought a hand up to brush his brown bangs out of his eyes. âIâm pretty good at disguising magics, after how long I dyed my hair...but Iâm going to have to dress like a traditional wizard, if I donât want to raise as much suspicion. Something of your fatherâs will do, if you have anything...even your motherâs wouldnât be completely out of the question, though magically disguising my voice might be harder...â
âWe already cleaned out the whole of my parentsâ room, so that I could move into it,â said Sirius. âThat bureau was one of the first things we emptied out, after Buckbeak ripped up some of its contents to make a nest on the bedroom rug.â
His gray eyes drifted up to the landing that led to the topmost floor.Â
â...There may be something we can use, though,â he said slowly.Â
Sirius headed upstairs, to the topmost floor. When he returned, he was carrying a set of high-necked robes and pants made out of fine black satin and a pair of handsome black leather gloves.Â
The sight of them made Edâs whole frame stiffen.Â
âThose...â he whispered.Â
âRegulusâs,â said Sirius.Â
He watched Edâs expression carefully. The other man seemed unable to tear his eyes away from the familiar high collar of the robes, even as he tentatively reached out to take the robes from Sirius. His face was stoic, but very pale, but his steel blue eyes betrayed him -- they were noticeably glassy and full of longing and pain.Â
âWere these...did he leave them behind?â he asked at last. âIn his room?â
âLooks like it,â said Sirius. âTheyâre in pretty good condition, compared to the other moth-eaten stuff around here...but I suppose Kreacher always did have a soft spot for âyoung master Regulusâ...â
Ed closed his eyes and bowed his head, silently clutching the clothes in his hands. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, before he recollected himself and looked up.Â
â...These will do.â
Sirius looked away, his face looking uncomfortable and almost oddly guilty. âGood. ...Meet me in the entrance hall, when youâre ready.âÂ
He turned on his heel and headed back down the rest of the stairs and out of sight. Ed lingered on the second floor landing for a moment, his eyes leaving Siriusâs back in favor of Regulusâs robes in his arms.Â
It was so long that they didnât smell like him anymore -- instead they smelled faintly musty, obviously a sign of being locked up in a wardrobe for almost fifteen years...but for a moment, Ed could almost imagine the familiar waft of jasmine cologne that would touch his nose every time he embraced Regulus...and the memory made his heart ache with a longing heâd never completely forgotten the feeling of.Â
Oh, Reg...Merlin, I know you probably wouldnât be proud of all of the changes Iâve been through, but...
He clutched the robes a bit tighter, trying to control the trembling of his hands.Â
...Please...please, if you still love me at all, in whatever after-life youâre in...help me not be afraid.
Within the hour, Ed left Grimmauld Place through the front door, his long hair charmed a greasy, Snape-worthy black, his beard embellished with a goatee, and dressed in Regulusâs robes and gloves, as well as a pair of dark sunglasses. Sirius was at his side in dog form on a lead -- Ed determined it would be least conspicuous for a dog to be in his company in Knockturn Alley if they pretended Sirius was his service animal. Once the two had gotten far enough away from Grimmauld Place that none of its Muggle neighbors might overhear, Ed secured a hand on Siriusâs furry back and Disapparated with a loud CRACK.
The two arrived outside the Leaky Cauldron. No one recognized Ed as he passed through, Sirius leading him, which reassured Ed quite a bit. After traveling down the streets of Diagon Alley, they carefully migrated into Knockturn Alley.Â
Ed hated Knockturn Alley. He had always actively avoided it, not liking the sour smells and unpleasant wares peddled in the stalls and set up in the shop windows. But truthfully, who could really feel comfortable in a place that sold poisonous candles and charms made out of troll skin? His dislike of the place was all the more justified when within the first half-hour of arriving, someone tried to pickpocket him, only to be warded off by Sirius growling and snapping his jaws at him.Â
Thank Merlin that wasnât Mundungus Fletcher, thought Ed. I can just imagine how everyone else in the Order would react to me smuggling Sirius out...especially after the Prophet published the rumor that heâs been spotted in London...
Right now, though, none of that mattered. This was Edâs only chance to get some intelligence about the Death Eatersâ movements, and if that information could help protect Chess, there was no way in Hell he was going to let that slip by.Â
It took about an hour of wandering around and âwindow shoppingâ before Ed caught sight of pasty, blue-eyed Elmer Yaxley arriving in Knockturn Alley. With Sirius still guiding him, Ed followed along covertly after him, off past Borgin and Burkes. Elmer led them past the undertakersâ shop and the White Wyvern pub, all the way to the far end that held the apothecary. It was here that Elmer stood alone for a while, his knees knocking together anxiously, until he was approached by a wizard with long white-blond hair dressed in elegant black silk robes and carrying a cane with a silver serpent head affixed to it.Â
Ed wasnât surprised to see Lucius Malfoy, exactly -- but he was a bit surprised that it was him who was overseeing this meeting. Although yes, he had been suspected of being a Death Eater back in the day, his only ties with the Ministry was his philanthropic work. He had no real access to Ministry secrets, aside from whatever little he might able to wheedle out of Fudge.Â
âWell, then?â said Lucius. âHave you considered the offer, young man?â
âU-uh,â Elmer seemed to have trouble conjuring up a proper response. âYes! I mean, yeah, Iâve...considered it. What she said, the...fr-friend of yours, that is. And um, well, I definitely want to help you, of course, Mr. Malfoy -- i-itâs just that I...I-I really didnât get very good marks in Charms, at Hogwarts...and Iâm not very good at dueling! S-so uh, I donât know if Iâd really be the best choice to -- â
âDueling skills are not the only thing you can provide us, Elmer,â Lucius cut him off very smoothly. âAs your uncle Blaise should have already demonstrated.â
Elmer looked startled. â...U-Uncle Blaise?â
Luciusâs face became almost indulgent. âAh, then he didnât tell you...how very like Blaise, to try to âprotectâ his Clanâs younger members from his business dealings. Well, no matter...Boudicca has already told you about the scope of our influence...â
Ed stiffened. Boudicca...Malfoy couldnât mean his niece, could he? Evanâs daughter?
The thought, and how likely it sounded, made him feel nauseous.Â
Elmer looked incredibly intimidated. âY-yes, sir...sh-she said that youâve got eyes and wands everywhere...â
âIndeed we do,â said Lucius with a cold smile. âYour uncle has given us valuable intelligence regarding the Order of the Phoenix and their activity within the Ministry -- â
Ed inhaled sharply. He looked down at Sirius -- the black dogâs eyes were likewise very wide and his ears had gone back.Â
â -- but what we truly need now are...foot soldiers, so to speak. People who can carry out special tasks. Not strictly combative, perhaps -- but essential, all the same.â
Elmer swallowed, his almond-shaped blue eyes darting from side to side anxiously like a mouse desperate to escape a cat that had caught its tail under its paw.Â
âTh-that -- that is...that sounds great, Mr. Malfoy!â he said shakily, trying to smile but having a lot of trouble. âIâm glad everythingâs...g-going smoothly...â
âSo far,â said Lucius dryly. âSo? Can we expect to count you among us, young man?â
âAh...â Elmer was visibly sweating now. âW-well, um...i-itâd depend on...what exactly you wanted me to do! M-my asthma, you see -- it kind of keeps me from doing lots of physical activity! A-and I got these awful bone spurs too -- â
Ed cringed. He didnât know this kid all that well, and even he knew these were blatantly weak lies -- all of the people who worked in Spellbđźundâs crew had to do plenty of physical activity, from carrying heavy equipment and climbing up into the rafters.Â
â -- m-my mum really wouldnât want me to do anything that might disagree with me -- â
âIâm sure you can find a way to manage,â Lucius said coolly. âAfter all...all of this is for a cause greater than ourselves, isnât it, Elmer? Greater than us as individuals. Itâs for the Wizarding World overall -- for our familiesâ prosperity and safety. You do want those things, donât you?â
Elmer trembled. â...Y-yes, sir -- â
âAnd you do realize that your familyâs position is already rather precarious in this current world, do you not?â murmured Lucius. âThat your motherâs position is rather precarious?â
Elmer seemed to shrink noticeably.Â
âIt might be less so in a different one,â said Lucius in a voice that attempted kindness, but was far too cold and cruel to sound convincing, âbut we canât expect to get something for nothing -- can we, young man?â
âN-no, sir --â
âGood,â said Lucius, his gray eyes boring into Elmer with just about no effort at all, like a knife sliding through melted butter. âThen you will help us, to ensure that your familyâs position and safety are assured. Do I make myself clear?â
Elmer looked like heâd completely crumpled. Trembling from head to toe and looking like he was about to cry, he bowed his head and shakily nodded.Â
â...Yes, sir,â he said with a mere shadow of a voice.Â
Ed felt his heart break for the poor kid. Obviously Elmer Yaxley wasnât very smart, but that almost made the whole situation worse. He didnât have a chance standing up to a strong personality like Lucius Malfoyâs, and yet heâd so desperately tried anyway, naively thinking that he might be able to reason with him.Â
Ed had been so focused watching the exchange that he didnât hear or sense the robed figure that had come up behind him -- but Sirius did, and in an instant, the shaggy black dog had lunged at him with a loud, vicious snarl, clamping his fanged jaws down on his wand arm.Â
The wizard fell back, bellowing in pain -- Ed whirled around, his eyes wide as Sirius wrestled the manâs arm away from him --
On the other side of the alley, Lucius Malfoy and Elmer Yaxley shot out straight, turning sharply toward the sound of the disruption.Â
âIt seems one of us was followed,â hissed Lucius.Â
Elmer looked terrified. âI didnât know, Mr. Malfoy! I swear I didnât -- !â
But Lucius seemed perfectly disinterested in explanations or excuses: instead he shoved his hand under the sleeve of his robes and clasped his forearm.
Within seconds, more and more black-robed figures began to appear with loud cracks, surrounding the first one who had fallen -- terrible, impregnable smoke started to surround the block, making it impossible to see -- somewhere on the other side of the smoky barrier, Ed could hear the alarmed shouts of passerby running to get out of the way --Â
Ed, once heâd finally recovered, yanked his wand out of his robes, pointing it at the Death Eater who Sirius was still holding onto with his teeth.Â
âStupefy!â
The spell collided with the Death Eaterâs chest head-on and knocked him unconscious, but within seconds, Ed found himself completely surrounded.Â
Sirius dropped the man and phased into his human form just fast enough to conjure a large Shield Charm around him and Ed.Â
âMight want to pick up the pace, Rosier!â he shot over his shoulder. âYouâre gonna get killed if you think too much!â
Sirius lashed out at the Death Eaters, breaking them apart bit by bit as he darted across the alley. He was heading straight for Lucius.Â
âBlack!â cried Ed. âBlack, donât -- !â
Luciusâs eyes flashed coldly at the sight of Sirius. âCome out of your doghouse, then, Black?â
Siriusâs eyes narrowed, glinting with both loathing and something almost grim.Â
âSo Peter told you?â he spat.Â
Lucius smirked. âWormtail has told us many things about you, Black -- and about those you have relations with.â
The remark made Siriusâs temper flare. Within moments, the two men were trading violent blows. Elmer dashed off blindly into the smoke, desperate to escape the fighting. Ed meanwhile just barely managed to conjure up a non-verbal Shield Charm of his own and ducked a Killing Curse, trying to get to Sirius.Â
They were outnumbered. Ed knew he would die here, if he stayed -- but --Â
Regulusâs modestly handsome face rippled over Edâs mind -- and then Chessâs face, streaming with happy tears, when they first reunited after so many years apart.Â
He couldnât leave without Sirius.Â
Lucius was truthfully no match for Sirius in a duel, but with how many other Death Eaters were with him, it wasnât long before they got more than a few hits on Sirius. First a flaming curse grazed his shoulder -- then another collided square with his back. The last ended up cutting his arm open, making Sirius choke in pain as it spurted blood --
âSlugulus Eructo! Langlock! Nasus Vespertilio!â
Once Ed had effectively shaken off the Death Eaters with all of the immature hexes and jinxes heâd learned from dueling at school (the Bat Bogey Hex in particular was so strong it actually made one manâs bogeys attack both him and three of his cohorts), he slid and ducked under the last oneâs arm so he could dart across the pavement to Sirius, just as Lucius raised his wand --Â
âBLACK!â Ed roared. âGRAB ONTO ME!â
Sirius barely had any time to react. Ed had lunged in front of him as if to shield him from Luciusâs attack with his own back -- Sirius grabbed onto the other manâs shoulders as best he could with his blood-soaked hands -- and in a flash of contorting limbs and colors, both men vanished, leaving nothing but a scorch mark on the pavement from where Luciusâs curse had landed.Â
Sirius awoke in the master bedroom of Grimmauld Place about an hour later. Buckbeak had plopped himself down at his side, resting his head on the bed beside him. Sirius also immediately noticed that his shirt had been taken off and most of his wounds had been healed -- the only one that hadnât was the burn on his shoulder, which was caked in some sort of orange paste and wrapped with bandages. He could also hear, somewhere down the hall, the sound of a piano being played.Â
Inching himself up out of bed, Sirius pulled his shirt back on, being careful to mind his wounded shoulder, and headed down the hall to find Ed playing the piano.
â...Thatâs âYesterday,â isnât it?â
Ed didnât look up from the piano. âYeah.â
Sirius watched the other man play for a moment in silence. He seemed to be trying to think of what to say, but was having difficulty.Â
Ed decided to offer an olive branch.Â
âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âBetter,â said Sirius.Â
He paused.Â
â...Did we get caught?â he asked at last.
âNope,â said Ed. âKreacher saw me bring you inside, of course...I asked him not to tell anyone that we left, but youâd have to make that an order, if we wanted it to be binding.â
Siriusâs eyes darkened. âRest assured, I will.â
âTry to be decent in how you talk to him, for a change,â Ed said in soft reproach.Â
âIâll treat him with just as much respect as he does me,â said Sirius very darkly.Â
Ed looked away with a resigned sigh, turning his focus back to the piano. Sirius watched his hands dance across the keys for another long moment before he spoke again.Â
âYou need to tell the Order what we heard. They already obviously know that Kingsley and Chess are misleading the Auror Department, in looking for me...if they know weâre guarding the Department of Mysteries, then that means theyâll be trying to target those whoâve been tasked to stand watch...â
Siriusâs voice trailed off as his eyes grew wider.
â...Unless,â he breathed, âthey already have...â
Edâs hands stilled mid-note on the piano. He looked up at Sirius, his eyebrows furrowed.
âSturgis Podmore,â he recalled. âThe Ministry caught him trying to break into what they said was âa classified areaâ -- we thought heâd been caught while doing work for us, but what if -- ?â
âThe Imperius Curse,â agreed Sirius, his face very pale and grim. âThe Death Eaters knew he was guarding the Department for us and tried to use him to break into it for them.âÂ
âAll while knowing that if Sturgis got caught, it would only serve to deprive Dumbledore of an ally, since weâre trying to keep our activities just as secret as they are,â finished Ed.Â
The musician looked down at his hands on the keys. His mind was racing.Â
Sirius looked from Edâs hands to back up at his face. Then, rather uneasily, he strode forward to stand next to him, resting his hand on the piano.Â
âWe have plenty of Order members whoâve practiced how to fight off the Imperius Curse,â he said. âWeâll just have to factor that in, when we determine who stands watch. That way we wonât have to worry about Voldemortâs lackeys sabotaging us from the inside.â
Ed nodded. That did seem wise.Â
Sirius considered Ed for another long moment. He brought a hand up to rest on his wounded shoulder, adjusting his shirt absently.Â
â...Itâs...a good thing you were able to listen in on Yaxley,â he said reluctantly. âYou really came through, Rosier.â
Ed raised his eyebrows dryly. âComing from someone as bullheaded as you, thatâs quite a compliment.â
He got up and walked past Sirius. Before he could leave the room, though, Sirius stopped him.
âRosier.â
Ed glanced over his shoulder. âYeah?â
And amazingly, surprisingly, Sirius actually smiled. It was a small one, but it showed a flash of teeth, and it was oddly sincere as he lightly clutched his wounded shoulder.
â...Thanks.â
The smile didnât look right, to Ed -- such a smile would never look right on such a handsome face. A smile like that, so modest and devoid of arrogance, belonged on a much humbler, boyish face...
Nonetheless Edâs steel blue eyes softened noticeably. His own lips curled up in a smile too, faintly detached and yet kind.Â
â...Hm. Youâre welcome.â
His smile then spread into a fuller, teasing grin.Â
âNow go lie down, Mutt. No sense in straining your shoulder while that paste is healing it.â
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For @cursebreakerfarrierâ because goddamn it, I adore our two new Black-boy-loving besties so much, I canât stand it đ
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It had been nearly ten years since Chess Thornton had seen Sirius Black -- the man who sheâd fallen in love with, only for him to be locked up in Azkaban for betraying his best friend and his family to Lord Voldemort and being responsible for their deaths. Ten years since sheâd gotten her heart broken and tried to find a way to move on and survive despite it...
Then, out of the blue in 1990, Chess heard a song on the Wizarding Wireless Network at work called âStarlight.â It was for this new up-and-coming magical âboy bandâ called Spellbđźund, supposedly featuring lyrics by one of the groupâs members, who the radio host called âZorro.â And yet the words -- as soon as Chess heard the words, she recognized something in them.Â
Baby, youâre my starlight --
My constant light all through the night --Â
You shine so bright...help me do right!
My precious starlight --
Heal all my dreams and praise my schemes --Â
Help me prove Iâm more than I seem --Â
Though no one else can see your gleam...
Lead me from the dark and pain
And help me find my way again...
My guiding starlight...
There was something so familiar, in how the lyricist stacked rhyme upon rhyme, never just resting on his laurels with the standard ABCB or ABAB rhyme schemes. It was exactly the way a boy she knew used to write his songs, back in the day...a boy who charmed his hair a bleached blond from the time he turned eleven years old, just to help him stand apart from the older brother he so resembled. A boy she hadnât seen since before the War began, and who she hadnât spoken to for many years before that, all due to a huge falling-out between them.Â
And yet the words...without a doubt, Chess knew that that boy had written them. And based on what words had been written, she was pretty sure she knew who they were written for, as well.
Regulus Black -- Siriusâs younger brother, who, when heâd been alive, had almost always been seen in close proximity with his closest friend and (some rumored) lover, Edmund âEdâ Rosier.Â
And so Chess reached out by owl. When Ed first received the letter alongside a lot of other fan mail, he almost put it aside, planning to just skim it later -- but when he saw the familiar handwriting on the front, he stopped, his heart coming to an abrupt, cold halt in his chest. Then he immediately snatched it, removing himself from everyone else to read it in private.Â
He hadnât thought in his wildest dreams that Chess would ever reach out to him -- would want anything to do with him ever again, after how heâd treated her when they were kids. He was afraid to hope -- afraid to even think of reaching back, if it meant being rejected again...but at the same time, after all the growth heâd gone through and how much heâd tried to work to improve himself all those years, he knew he couldnât just remove himself from this. As much as he didnât think his heart could take being rejected by Chess again -- being reminded how much heâd destroyed their friendship -- he knew after how much heâd hurt her, she deserved a full apology, and she deserved receiving it to her face, not through a letter. So he agreed to meet her.Â
Their meeting was at the Three Broomsticks, where they often spent casual time together back in the day. Chess hadnât really given much thought to how Ed mightâve changed over all those years.Â
Whatever she had expected, though, it was not what she got -- for in those intermittent years, Ed had stopped bleaching his hair and gone back to his natural color. His now-once-again-brown hair had grown quite a bit too, so as to frame his steel blue eyes like two short curtains. He also dressed more casually than Chess had ever seen him dress before -- looking more like a Muggle working man going out to do some menial errands rather than the clean-cut son of a wealthy Pureblood family.Â
The look didnât bring Ed Rosier back to Chessâs mind -- but someone else entirely. In the back of her mind, Chess had subconsciously known that the Rosiers and the Blacks were related, just as all Pureblood families were -- but sheâd never given that any thought until she came face-to-face with this man who looked so very much like Sirius...and yet addressed her hesitantly, his familiar, handsome steel blue gaze almost reaching out as if to tentatively touch her heart.Â
â...Hello, Chess.â
Despite herself, Chess felt her own eyes bubbling up with tears.
After an entire school career of looking at Ed Rosier and not knowing who he even was anymore -- and then, after that, so many years of not seeing him at all, of thinking all she had left of him now were memories of a loyal, mischievous boy who longed so much for sincere love and approval...there he was.Â
Her best friend, Eddie.Â
Their friendship wasnât completely repaired that day. There were stumbling blocks, and there were a lot of long and emotional conversations...but the two nonetheless reforged their friendship and made it stronger than ever before. Ed was unquestionably supportive of Chess in everything she did; Chess was so proud of how much Ed had grown and how good of a person he now fought to be; and both of them were so grateful that they had each other in their lives again. After so many years of them each being estranged from the person who had been the first and truest friend theyâd ever had in their lives, being together again was empowering in a way neither Chess nor Ed could fully express.Â
That doesnât mean that, now and again, Edâs resemblance to her old lover doesnât sometimes throw Chess off.Â
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[See Ed with a spiral bound notebook resting on his leg, which crossed over his lap. See Ed absently tapping the page with his pen as he thinks.]
Ed: â(under his breath) Doo doo dooâŠnext stanza⊠âYou promise once; you break it twiceâŠsomething something, not so nice?â âMice,â âniceâ⊠âthrice!â âSomething something, make it thriceâŠââ
[Cue Ed looking up because lookie here, heâs got company.]
Ed: ââŠWell, hello. Hope you werenât expecting a serenadeâŠIâm afraid the songâs not done yet.â
[He gives a white, fox-like grin.]
Ed: âAnywayâŠso my âmundane,â as she calls herself â â
Donât know why anyone would be okay calling themselves that, but hey, to each their own.
â â has lent me the Ask Box tonight, so as to test my voice. (smirks) Donât know how youâll hear my dulcet tones with this method, but hey â Iâm not opposed to some vocal warm-ups.â
[He chuckles â itâs a low, warm, husky sound in the back of his throat.]
âFeel free to send me some questionsâŠthough Iâm afraid Iâll have to put a hold on marriage proposals until after the third date. Come on, people, a guy could use some wining and dining too, now and again!â
And sorry, but Iâm the one whoâll be popping the question to that person, when they come along, and only after Iâve planned out all of the wedding arrangements and how our lives together would work, if we went ahead and took that next step together. That is non-negotiable.
Ed: âI can always use some practice for press interviews, so feel free to ask me anything youâd like.â
I may or may not dodge any questions I donât like.
Ed: âMusic is my one true love, lyric writing in particular, but I also played Quidditch back in the day â go Slytherin!â
[He gives a muted fist pump to the air.]
Ed: âAnd yeah, anything about being part of Spellbđźund is on the table too, though forgive me if I donât spill the tea on all my band matesâ dirty little secrets. These are my buddies weâre talking about.â
If by âbuddies,â you mean my coworkers â but even so, Iâve got their back, or else I canât expect them to have mine.
Ed: âSo yeah, have at it!â
((OOC: Yes, friends! Help me test out my newest museâs voice by reblogging this post or submitting questions/such in my Ask BoxâŠfeel free to consult the âEd Rosierâ tag to learn more about my new guy!
Tagging some people who might be interested⊠@cursebreakerfarrier @kathrynalicemc @nightmaresart @aceyanaheim đ))
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Iâm hiding from my hair curler-wielding friend rn so have another question for Eddie, can I call him Eddie or is that like overstepping btw?
Do you have any crazy fan stories? Like do people recognize you on the street and go aHHHH?
[Ed's expression is mild and wryly smiling, but there is a slight coolness to his eyes.]
Ed: "Ed. Not Eddie."
[Only one person calls him "Eddie." @cursebreakerfarrier
Despite this, he grins a bit more broadly and amusedly.]
Ed: "As for crazy fan stories..."
[Tries to hold in a low, chuckling laugh -- nope. Can't manage it.]
Ed: "...Okay, um...disclaimer first, most of our fans are lovely people, just...just lovely."
[Biting back more amusement.]
Ed: "But sure, there are fans who are a bit more passionate than others."
If you mean completely off their rocker.
Ed: "We all have people recognize us in public now and again, and usually fans are cool about it..."
If by usually you mean "occasionally."
Ed: "...but other times, yeah, it soon ends up devolving into people taking pictures of us and whoever we're with and trying to dissect why we're meeting, whether it's for work, whether we're dating...don't get me wrong, Rita Skeeter, we here at Spellbđźund love you as much as the next person -- "
And just about everyone can't stand you.
Ed: " -- but my love life really isn't that dramatic."
Also stop asking questions about my relationship with Regulus, you nosy little rat.
Ed: "I'd say Tony tends to get recognized the most. He's the youngest of us, and I think fan polls put him as the most popular member of the group too. I wouldn't be completely surprised -- his voice is hella good. And he does have that boyish charm about him that makes all the girls swoon."
He's just lucky he's such a total virgin that he naively plays into that image.
[This thought makes Ed chuckle a bit more despite himself.]
Ed: "As for me, I can usually stay under the radar..."
Thank God for brimmed caps.
Ed: "...But I have had more than one eager fan try to propose to me, right out of the blue."
And grope me. Ugh. That one teenage fan who decided to try to grab at my arse knowing I was talking to a reporter and being photographed and so I had to be on my best behavior and not say anything...Merlin, I might not be afraid to play up the sex appeal, but that doesn't mean I want you touching me. Especially when you are a minor and I am so obviously not -- you really think I'd be into that? Eugh...
Ed: "I mean, I'm touched by the enthusiasm, really...but I reckon all of our fans deserve a true happily-ever-after, where they get someone who can sweep them off their feet, romance them, make them feel special."
And sorry, you're not getting it from me, if you're the type to want to date me just based on my good looks, mate. I don't do one-off flings.
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Hi Ed! đ It's nice to meet you!
If you and the rest of Spellbđźund could collaborate with other musicians or music groups for songs and stuff, whether they're from the Wizarding World or the Muggle World, which ones would they be and why?
((Sidenote for Tory: At first, I thought Ed's middle name/stage name is Zorro because you created him based on that vigilante with the same name, not because of the fox thing; but wow, he could totally pull off the look if he's dressing up for Halloween or something.))
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[Ed brings a hand through his hair, feigning thought.]
Ed: ââŠHm â now that is an interesting question. I hesitate to speak on behalf of everyoneâŠbut one group in particular that really inspired our manager when talent-searching was this American Muggle band called New Kids on the Block. The Beatles is a favorite of several of the othersâ, as wellâŠand of course, as reported previously by Witch Weekly, Tonyâs a huge fan of the musical grand dame herself, Celestina Warbeck. His audition was actually one of her songs, if I remember correctly.â
[Thatâs a white lie: Ed will always remember how dramatic Tonyâs rendition of âYou Charmed the Heart Right Out of Meâ was. But he figures that interview question would be better answered by Tony himself.
He smiles a bit more loosely.]
Ed: ââŠReckon there are some other good Muggle solo artists who would be fun to collaborate with, though. Michael Jackson, for instance â I enjoyed his work with the Jackson Five, but since heâs gone solo, his flair for lyrics has really had a chance to shine.â
[And Ed has enjoyed memorizing every. Single. Song. đ]
((OOC: LOL, interestingly, I originally chose it for its Slavic meaning, ânew dawn,â so as to reference him starting over as a new person after Regulusâs deathâŠbut yeah, the other two meanings are so fun too! And hellz yeah, Ed could absolutely be âthe fox so cunning and freeâ â thatâd be a boss Halloween costume!! đ„°))
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Okay since you asked for more questionsâŠ
What made you realize you wanted to do Spellbđźund? Did you consider other careers before deciding on it?
(Now I feel like Iâm being annoying xD
Ed: "Well, I'd wanted to join the music industry, period. It's what I've always wanted to do, since I was a kid -- I always wanted to write songs and make music and...well, be well-known for it. Appreciated for it, for what I could do. I'd actually been trying to make it as a solo artist, but I had trouble getting traction and getting my big break, so I was picking up a lot of work as a back-up vocalist for other people. Even helped out at a Weird Sisters' concert once, when they needed a guest artist who could play a Muggle keyboard synthesizer. Then I learned about this audition coming up for this new manager who'd recently emigrated from New York and was looking for young male vocalists with a talent for dancing. I gave it a go, got an interview...and well, yeah, that manager ended up becoming the guy my bandmates and I 'sold our souls to,' so to speak."
[He chuckles dryly. Someone who knows Ed well, though, might wonder how much of a joke it truly is, even though his voice remains rather light-hearted -- maybe it's something in his narrowed eyes or his restrained smile: a slight edge.]
Ed: "The concept behind Spellbđźund was initially to create a band with no definitive lead singer. Instead it'd be made up of artists with stage names that reflected their role in the group. That way the band could switch out members over time, so as to stay fresh-faced and current, and yet still create consistently good music."
A businessman's dream come true, honestly. You can fire or replace anyone at any time, and yet still in an ideal world keep the fanbase, because the band's iconic image and sound is more important than individual members.
Ed: "Over time, though...well, the band's evolved."
Meaning I made it bloody clear to that arsehole that I am not going to give all of myself and get nothing in return again, especially not to the likes of him. And I sure as Hell am not going to let him kick any other artists to the curb without compensation either.
Ed: "So now even if yeah, we all use stage names and our group will have to still evolve and grow even if a member leaves...the goal will be that Spellbđźund will be a family that can promote and support its past members...evolving in a way that still pays tribute to those who came before -- creating a legacy and traditions that future members can build off of."
The band can be a spring-board, for whenever one of us leaves...and yet a safe place to land, if we crash and burn.
((OOC: Noooo! Far from it, your questions are very helpful!! <3))
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