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 Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 1:47 pm
Well I saw a thread open for the Rich Meats Poor series so I thought I'd open my own. 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 1:49 pm
Ok well I wrote the first chapter to a maybe continuing fic. I'm kind of proud of it. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. wink
Also, please excuse any spelling or gramtical errors. I simply don't have the time to spellcheck. confused
Chapter1
It was a dark night truly. Harry had just finished an awful detention for Snape. His head was getting heavier and heavier as the hours went by. He had conjured himself a cup of coffee, but the dim light and flickering flames from the fireplace did not help. He sat in his usual squishy armchair in the Gryffindor common room, trying desprately to finish his transfigurations paper for the following day. The only thing that kept him motivated was the constant supply of caffine and the hope that they would beat the hell out of Slytherin in the upcoming Quidditch match.
"Tired Harry?"
He had barely noticed the back of the Fat Lady's portrait swing open. A slightly drawled voice spoke to him like in a dream. He shook his head and wiped the drool from the side of his mouth. He had been half asleep on his parchment, and his hair was as wild as ever.
"Yeah just trying to finish my paper. . .", replied Harry to Oliver Wood.
The latter simply smiled and patted him on the back.
"Well don't you be gettin' too sleepy. Want you fit for the game!"
"Yeah sure thing!"
Harry couldn't help but smile back. Wood's grin was contageous. He was dressed in his Quidditch robes: scarlet and gold trimmed.
"Where have you been?", asked the wild-haired boy. "it's almost eleven. . ."
"I just finished garding a couple shots for the scouts that came today."
Harry snapped out of his dazed instantly. Quidditch was always more important than sleep. . .
"And!?", goated Harry.
"They said that they were impressed and they said an owl should be delivering the good news soon enough. . ."
"Wow that's awsome!" beamed Potter.
"Yeah I know!"
Harry shook Oliver Wood's hand. His green eyes flickered in the firelight. Wood felt uncomfortable, but strangely happy to receive such a meaningful congratulation. Harry and Wood looked at each other. A moment of silence came and went. Oliver's cheeks flushed and he scratched the back of his head. Harry felt so baffled by this awkward silence, that he looked away, half-embarassed. Wood let go of his hand.
"Well- um. . . I best be off to bed.", said Oliver.
"Yeah me too."
Harry rolled up his parchment and walked up behind his captain up the dormitory stairs. Harry couldn't help but gaze at Wood's rear. . . He glanced slightly and looked back down at his feet, brushing off the awkward feeling he felt creaping up in his stomach. The two boys went off to bed, averting each other's gaze as they quickly changed and got into bed.
"Goodnight," called Harry
"Goodnight. . .", said Wood.
Harry turned and peered out of the window. The horrible dread of the following week had been pushed out of his mind. He didn't know why, but felt slightly comforted and excited to wake the following morning. He knew Quidditch was coming, but that couldn't be it. And as sleep overcame him, he still felt that nagging uncertain feeling that had lifted his spirits. He it dissmissed as Hogwarts magic as dreams filled his mind happily.
Ok that's Chapter1. It's short I know. But I'll write more. 'Till then. . .
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 1:51 pm
Ok I know that some of this information might be a little off. But please don't let that spur you into not reading! biggrin This chapter is a little 'build-up'. Nothing too exciting. . . Except well . . . Well if you want to know, read it! xd I'll write the next chapter soon. I just have to come up with good ideas. Tell me what you think!
Chapter2
November was quickly approaching. The wind was chilling and the castle began to fill with dankness. Harry had spend the next week catching up on homework and looking forward to the Slytherin quidditch match. It was the day before the match: a slightly cloudy Friday. Harry woke to a note on the Gryffindor common room notice board.
To all quidditch players,
I'd like us to meet half and hour before our match today, just to go over some plans and warm up. . .
Wood
Harry tied his shoe and walked out through the portrait hall. A bell chimmed half-way up the corridor. It was eight o'clock. The match was to take place at eleven. Harry walked down the halls hands in his pockets due to the chilly air. He turned the corner to the Entrance Hall. Harry hit something solid. He began falling backwards, unable to brace himself because of his caught hands. A hand reached out and seized him by the hand that had just flung out of his pocket. Harry was pulled upright again.
"Sorry.", he said without thinking.
"No problem. . ."
It was Oliver again. Harry hadn't seen him since that day after Snape's detention. Harry laughed slightly, ruffling his hair. . .
"You read the notice board this mornin'?", asked Wood.
"Yeah, got your message.", responded Harry.
The side of Wood's mouth rose in a half-smile. Neither of them realised that Wood's hand was still clasped around Harry's. . .
"Well I better get to breakfast.", said Harry.
"Yeah 'course. See yeah!"
And both of them parted. Harry entered the open doors to the Great Hall. He spotted Hermione and Ron in the middle of the Gryffindor table.He went over and sat next to Ron, across from Hermione, elated.
"D'you get Wood's -", started Ron.
"Yes I know.", interejected Harry, pulling some toast towards him.
Harry smiled and poured himself some orange juice. Hermione continued a conversation she was having with Ron before Harry's arrival.
"So, yeah Ron. . . You should really start with your Charms essay. It's due tomorrow."
"Yeah -I wo 'My-nee!" Ron was shoveling some scrambled eggs into his mouth.
"I'll get it done tonight. Promise. . .", he finished, clearing his throat.
Harry had finished spreading jam on his toast and took a bite.
"So why are you so happy today Harry?", asked Hermione.
". . . Quidditch!", grinned Harry, swallowing before answering. . .
In truth, he had thought about Hermione's question and the answer seemed as inexplicable as the night after Snape's detention.
The three of them finished their meal and walked out of the Hall. They walked around a bit, none of them paying attention to where they were headed. Ron stopped as they passed the boys' bathroom.
"Guys, I have to go.", he said tilting his head towards the oak doar.
"Yeah yeah.", dissmissed Hermione.
Hermione looked at Harry with a grin. Ron has dissapeared through the door so fast, it seemed he had Disapperated. Harry looked at his bushy-haired friend puzzlingly.
"What?", he said defensively.
He hated when She gave him these kind of looks; like she knew something he didn't. Ron zipped back out and they were off, before she could answer. . . The three of them walked out into the Hogwarts grounds. It was nearing half-passed ten and the Gryffindor quidditch team was already half-assembled on the pitch. Harry could make out his captain, and Fred and George. Ron and Hermione made their way to the stands as Harry met up with the group.
The wind blew and a few droplets of rain fell. But Harry's mood was not impeded by the weather. Wood smiled at him as Potter greated the three in front of him.
"Look, here comes Katie now. . ." Oliver squinted.
When the team was all there, they kicked off the ground and rose into the air. Wood began barking orders, as the team flew into different formations. Anticipation built as the stands began to fill. Harry felt quite free on his broom. Wood also had seemed to order less people around then usual, or was he simply being more lack with Harry? He wasn't sure. It wasn't really on his mind and he caught a crowd of green clothed Slytherins making their way to the pitch out of the corner of his eye, followed by the rest of the school. It was time. The match was about to begin. Harry's stomach gave it's usual flip!
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 1:52 pm
Here's Chapter3. Yeah I guess it seems unrealistic and a bit fantastic that Oliver Wood and Harry share a dorm, but I started and it's not like I can stop. sweatdrop That's what's been made up in my mind. I hope more people will read my fanfic. I'm starting to enjoy it. 3nodding
Chapter3
With a deafening swoosh and cries from the crowd, the quaffle, the bludgers and the elusive snitch flew from the crate. Harry barely caught the snitch in his sight before it disappeared. The quaffle was caught by the slytherin captain. Harry flew across the pitch, circling, trying to find a glimmer of gold, along with Draco Malfoy, the slytherin Seeker. A couple times, his gaze involuntarily caught the action of the game, (especially when Slytherin attempted a shot at one of the goalposts. . .)
Half an hour went by and still no snitch. Malfoy had been just as unsuscessful. The opposing team had not gotten a single goal in, but then again, neither than Gryffindor. Harry watched as his captain flew to his left and caught the quaffle. He was impressed. It had barely grazed Oliver Wood's fingers, but yet he held it firmly, arm outstretched. Wood threw the red ball back into play. . . There! He saw it! Harry dashed towards his goalposts. Draco raced towards it as well. They were side by side, Draco ramming him as they raced. Oliver didn't noticed the two Seekers heading his way. The quaffle was also coming. A Slytherin forward was already dashing ahead of the racing duo, taking aim. Fred had noticed the Seeker race. . . So had the crowd. A bludger came rushing and hit Malfoy off his broom, grazing Harry's face. Harry turned his head as he saw Fred thrust his fist in the air in triump, then looked back. . . He was going to catch the snitch. It seemed to stare back at him over Oliver's head. Harry zoomed as the snitch darted over the Keeper's shoulder. The Slytherin forward had thrown the quaffle, but it was intercepted by the Keeper. Wood's head turned and caught the sight of Harry racing towards him, gripping the ball tightly. He barely had time to process the situation as an arm reached over his shoulder. Harry's broom handle grazed his captain's shoulder as his hand clasped around the gleaming golden ball. . . Roars erupted from the crowd. Harry swered and stopped his broom. Oliver clutched his shoulder and turned around to look at Harry. He threw the red ball away and joined the crowd with cries of success. Oliver beamed at Harry. . . They descended towards the ground and got off of their brooms. The rest of the team joined them, patting Harry on the back.
"Nice bludger Fred!", said Harry.
"Thanks.", grinned Fred.
The Gryffindor team walked back to the changerooms.Oliver opened his locker door. . . Harry sat on the bench, unlacing up his shoes. Fred and George were still celebrating, throwing magical firecrackers in the center of the room as the team cheered. Wood rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. His arm was turning blue where Harry's broom had hit him. Harry stood up. Oliver flinched.
"Sorry about that. . .", said Harry with a guilty tone.
"Nah don't worry about it Harry. You were brilliant!"
Harry smiled and so did Wood. They both looked at each other odly intently. Oliver rolled down his sleeve over his bicep. Stangely, Harry's stomach was still doing flips. . .
"Make it up to you?", he said before he could catch himself.
". . . What did you have in mind?", asked Wood following a pause.
"Butterbeer?"
". . . Yeah why not?"
Harry nodded. Fred and George's fireworks had lost their novelty and Katie Bell seemed to be getting quite annoyed. After a haughty confrontation, they all decided it was time to leave and starting pouring back into the Hogwart's grounds. Harry rushed to meet Hermione and Ron, his thoughts pouring back to the game. The congratulated him as they made their way up to the castle. After dinner and a couple of chocolate frogs left over from Halloween, Hermione went to bed. Harry was sipping his butterbeer in his squishy armchair. Ron was chatting with Fred and George. Neville was wiping his robes of spilled juice.
"So where's mine?", asked Oliver Wood sitting down in the other armchair, prodding with his head towards Harry's bottle.
"Oh sorry, it's my last one. . ."
"It's ok." Oliver's contageous smile rippled across his face again.
"Nice catch today", he said settling himself in the chair properly.
"Thanks. Hey did you want to take a walk? I'm tired of sitting.", said Harry
An hour later, Harry and Wood found themselves walking down a random marble staircase, immersed in talk about Quidditch.
"Yeah I haven't gotten any news yet about that scouting.", explained Wood.
"Oh. . ."
Harry stumbled over a spot of water on the floor. They must be close the Entrance Hall considering the heavy pooring rain now. He bumped into Wood's arm. Oliver cringed.
"Sorry. . . Still hurting?", asked Harry.
Oliver rolled up his sleeve again. A large purple bruise was now visible.
"Why haven't you gone to see Madam Pomfrey?"
"No need. . . It's not as bad as it looks."
Harry touched the bruise lighty. Again, a cringe.
"Yeah. . . right.", said Harry sarcastically, poking it again.
"Oww!"
Harry laughed and Wood couldn't help but smirk. Suddenly silence fell between them. Wood caught Harry's eye again. But no embarassment overcame him this time. Both seemed to take their time. They gravitated towards each other. . . Then-
"We best be off you know. . ."
Wood had broken the silence and his gaze. An air of seriousness had come over him awkwardly, but they continued their conversation. They walked up the marble staircase and all the way to the seventh floor corridor. At the sleeping portrait of the fat lady, Wood looked at Harry again. He gave him a quizzical look.
"What?", asked Harry.
"Oh nothing. . .", said Wood quickly waking the fat lady. But he had been thinking what had come over him earlier. . . Both of them went up to the dormitory. Harry's eye fell apon the large purple bruise once more, but wandered. He brushed off the awkward feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach. Somewhere between joy and embrassement. He stared out his window at the night sky. Why couldn't he get his mind to focus properly these days. His transfiguration essay had come back marked in red ink. Never a good sign with proffessor McGonagal. He was stumped and didn't know what to do.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 1:54 pm
Wow. I'm proud of this one. I don't want to spoil it so read on. I'm thinking off editing out the fact that Wood and Harry share a dormitory, but I'll do that before the last chapter if it happens at all. . . Let me know what you think!
Chapter4
Harry's mind drifted. He was flying, but his broom was on the pitch. His head was in the clouds and the Slytherin's were with him; laughing. Harry tried to get away, as their laughter died . . . He heard a creaking, and rustling in his ears but he couldn't brush it off. He thought one of his pursuers had put a hex on him, but he was too far away from them now. He flew right through one of the golden hoops, still swating at his ears. Maybe it was a bug? A bludger appeared out of nowhere and nearly missed him. Everything started to go dark. He was fading. . .
Harry's eyes fluttered open and the moon was shining on his face. He identified the source of the creaking by the floorboards. . . Across the room, a figure shaded in darkness, despite the light eminating from the doorway, zipped up their sweater and exited the dormitory. Harry's curiousity got the best of him. He got up and scratched his head. He threw the awkward dream out of his mind as he slipped on his slippers. His naked torso was chilly. No suprising as it was November. Harry pulled his arms around him to cover his exposed skin as he got off his bed. He walked to his trunk and pulled out a shimmering cloak. He pulled on a fleace and zipped it up. His cloak shimmered around him as he disappeared from sight. The sounds of distant snoring similarly disappeared as he walked down the spiral staircase. The figure exited through the potrait hole slowly as not to wake the fat lady. Hairy followed it's lead. The dark corridors of Hogwarts seemed quite ominous. The figure approached a dark corner and vanished. Harry squinted, trying to figure out what had happened. He approached the dark corner and saw a door. He had never seen this one before. . . It began to fade against the door, but he caught the handle. It stopped fading, half invisible against the wall. He opened it just enough to slip inside.
Oliver Wood had entered the prefect bathroom. The large swimming pool was filling with beautifully scented liquid. Bubbles were floating across and popping against the marble walls. He heard a loud creaking and turned quickly on his heel, only to see the door shut softly. He pondered for a second but turned once again and turned on the tap nearest him. He began to unzip his sweater.
Harry's heart was pounding, throbbing against the fabric of his fleace. He could not tear his eyes away, but he felt shame overtake him. He was thankful when a wispy pink cloud covered his quidditch captain. His senses were clouded by his heart beat. He couldn't hear or see. He had shut his eyes. Harry began edging towards the door. But then his mind began racing. Why had Wood come to the prefect bathroom in the middle of the night? Why was he taking a bath? He saw Wood slip into the foamy mixture of the pool out of the corner of his eye, but saw truly nothing but his shadow. The truth was that Wood had awaken feeling quite as uneasy as Harry had felt falling asleep that night. His mind would not alow him to full into the unconscious depths of sleep. He clutched his sore arm. The warm water was heaven on his bruise. Wood laid back against the marble wall of the bath. Harry turned on his heel. Nervous and without tact, his foot squeeked on the wet floor. Harry cringed as if the sound was as awful as a screaming banshee. Wood turned his head and whispered.
"Who's there?", he asked.
Harry took off the invisibility cloak. His face was beat red, but he could nothing but be honest with Oliver. Wood's pupils dialated as he spoted Harry, but he was not embarassed or angry. Wood felt his chest beat hard with his pulse.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. . . I was just-", babbled Harry.
"It's OK.", said Wood.
They looked at each other intently. Ripples were crossing the watery expanse due to such a hard beat of Wood's heart. Harry wished he could truly vanish once and for all, but yet he had chosen to take of his cloak. Why he had done it, he couldn't guess. . .
". . . Well I'm just- I got- I gotta-"
Harry couldn't find the right words. He reached for the handle, but Wood felt his mouth etched out the words before he could catch them.
"Wait! No!"
What was he doing!? Harry stopped, hand on the half-twisted doorknob. Harry looked at Wood. His captain grabbed the towel on the edge and got out, wrapping it around his waist. He walked over to Harry, dripping wet. He stood infront of Potter and looked at him. Harry was uterly baffled. . .
"Wha-? . . ."
"Just. . . don't go. . . yet."
Harry's hand fell to his side and he peered into the pair of deep brown eyes. His eyes traveled to Wood's lips. They were twitching nervously. Harry reached out and placed his hand on Oliver's bare chest. He could feel his heart beat.
"You're- . . . You . . . feel the sam-"
"Yeah. . .", interjected Wood, half sighing.
An unheard conversation had seemed to be spoken. Wood leaned forward, his heart guiding him and slowly he- . . .
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 1:55 pm
I'm really excited about this one. Things finally heat up, quite a bit actually (I've edited it a couple more times. Thought it could use some extra spice.) I'm slapping a 14A rating on this one, so be warned. But I think it's done tastefully 3nodding . Feedback is very much welcomed! biggrin
Chapter5
. . . braced himself. Harry backed up against the door. Wood leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of Harry on the door. Harry couldn't help but recoil slightly. Wood caught this body language and looked at Harry awkwardly. He knew that what he had initiated felt the right thing to do, but now his brain was catching up with his instinct and his heart had lept up into his throat. He stopped, dripping on the floor.
"What are we do-"
They had both spoken at the same time, but stopped. They knew the answer already. Harry involuntarily followed a drop travel over Wood's n****e. It was erect due to the chill in the air.
"You know Harry. . .", said Wood
"But-", started Harry.
Oliver's adjusted his foot but suddenly. . . he fell forwards. His foot had slipped. All their hesitatation and procrastination had been awkwardly pushed aside by that puddle of water. . . Wood involuntarily flung forwards and their lips met. Harry was stunned; shocked. He couldn't move. Wood was equally as shocked and braced himself, fixing his slippery foot. But suddenly it all became clear as Wood moved his lips slightly. Harry reacted to Wood's movement. The blunder that had occured was no more a blunder then what they had needed to break the ice. Harry reached and took hold of Wood's head with his hand, grapsing his short light brown hair. He kissed him. He passionately massaged his sweet lips with his own, breathing deeply, his mind blank, though full of desire. He couldn't stop. This time, stunned into action. . . It was the first clear thing that Harry had done in the past few months. But then, after all, Oliver was a man. . . He himself was a man. . . What were they doing? Harry went to pull away, but Oliver came closer. Their bodies were milimetres away, radiating with both pulses. Harry was urged to move forward. Wood wrapped his arms around Harry. Harry gasped slightly through the massage of lips. Wood's bicpes contracted, grasping his body tightly, a vein become visible in his temple. Harry's free hand slipped out onto Wood's lower back. Unconsciously or by mistake, Harry didn't know, but his finger slipped around the waist of the towel and flicked. The towel fell from Oliver's hips. Wood suddenly darted down and grasped at the white coton quickly, covering himself as fast as he could, covering his privates.
"I''m sorry.", said Potter.
"Don't worry about it.", smiled Wood, capturing the towel more firmly.
Harry couldn't help but look down at Oliver's slender hips. A trail of light blond hair led from Oliver's outty bellybutton to the towel, where a mat emerged slightly. His thighs had the same patterned hair. . . Wood saw Harry staring and was not quick in lifting the towel. . . But his senses caught up to him.
"Could you turn around for a second Harry?", he asked turning scarlet.
"Oh. . . yeah. . .", responded Harry just as embarassed, but hardly regretful.
He turned his eyes away as Wood tied the towel around his waist again.
Harry looked back. Wood was tying up his sweater and gathering his things. Catching Harry's quizzical eye he spoke softly.
"We'd better get back Harry before anyone notices we're gone."
Harry looked down at his watch. They couldn''t have possibly been gone from the dormitory for over an hour and a half. It had only taken him five minutes to reach the bathroom. . .
"Agreed.", nodded Harry and picked up his invisibility cloak. They exited together, Harry holding the door open for his captain. Wood grinned at this gesture. Harry's stomach lept.
"We should use the cloak. . .", whispered Harry.
They both huddled together. Wood smiled at him as the cloak fell on top of their heads. He pecked Harry on the cheek and the latter blushed. He pulled his arm around Harry as they walked up to the portrait of the fat lady.
"What do we do now?"
"Um. . . I have no clue!", said Wood, looking worried.
"Well let me wake her. I'm out of bed all the time anyways."
Wood laughed as Harry got from under the cloak.
"Blooming buds!", bellowed Harry.
The fat lady fell off of the chair she was snoozing on. She popped her head above the bottom of the frame and glared at him. She swung forwards without a word, but her dirty look stuck with Harry. He looked over his shoulder and shrugged. He heard Wood laugh slightly again. The fat lady gave a sweeping look of the corridor curious as to the origin of the laugh. Wood took off the cloak and they walked up the spiral staircase. Oliver was ahead of Harry again. Harry stared at Wood's rear. . . but didn't glance away. The perfectly round yet odly muscular object of his gaze covered by the cotton of the towel. . . He smirked. They entered the dormitory, the sound of snore filling their ears.
"Why are you grinning?", asked Oliver.
"Nothing. . ."
Harry blushed. A flash from a few seconds ago filled his thoughts. Wood took hold of his hips suddenly and kissed him slightly on the lips.
" 'Night Potter!", beamed Wood.
"Yeah. . ."
Harry was so red he couldn't look at his captain. He ruffled his hair once more, feeling more confident, and got into his bed. He spend the next hour playing back the night in his head. Things had finally disintangled themselves. But his mind would still not leave him alone. He felt unusually guilty about what they had done and could not shake the feeling. Across the dormitory Wood stared up at the ceiling, thinking the same. . . Harry simply droned it out with the snores before drifting off to sleep. However, in the bed next to him, Ron had not joined the chorus of booming weezing and snoring. . .
Even though Harry never really believed in Divination, he felt that tomorrow was going to be a very awkward day. Through the chilly hair coming from the window, hair heard the distant hoot of an owl. He fell asleep with the odd feeling of eyes on him. . .
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 1:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 1:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 1:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 2:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 2:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 2:03 pm
Disclamer: This is simply fan fiction. It is no way affiliated with any books or copyrited material by JKRowling.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 2:04 pm
Thread now open for comments/discussion! 3nodding
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 10:31 am
Big words gonk
I like it =D
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 12:34 pm
Complex_Taryn Big words gonk I like it =D
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