"And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take,
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad World."

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When Hermione entered the renowned bookshop at Diagon Alley, the bell at the entrance jingled merrily and the owner appeared with a polite and grateful smile. Grateful that her first customer wasn't just the Brightest Witch Of Her Age, a War Heroine, Harry Potter's best friend, the Golden Girl or one third of the Golden Trio, but also one of the most polite and avid readers she had ever met. She couldn't wait to see the girl haunt the aisles of the bookstore like a ghost, flipping through every single book that caught her attention and made her eyes light up with fascination. She smiled absently at the memory.

"Miss Granger, pleasure to see you here," she said pleasantly.

Hermione grinned at the woman and said, "Same here, Mrs Brocklehurst. How are you?"

"Oh, I am very fine dear, thank you for asking. Come in, please." She smiled yet again; any outsider would have wondered if their faces ever hurt from smiling so much.

Mrs Brocklehurst let Hermione in and led her to a seat at one end of her shop, talking nonstop about how everything was. Never did she ask about Harry or Ron, only about the eighteen-year-old in front of her, for which Hermione was secretly grateful, though surprised on the outside. Explaining how Harry still suffered from nightmares and how Ron had gotten himself confined to his room, crying over Fred, sometimes even trying to destroy everything, would be difficult, to say the least. Thinking about Ron shattered through her heart like Defodio. He had given her up to be consumed by grief and guilt over his lost brother. What little potential they had was also snatched away from them. She hurt because she didn't want to see her best friend whom she loved so dearly get drowned in a sea of grief because he downright refused to accept help. Yes, best friend, because she had realised that they weren't going to work just before the meaning of Fred's death hit Ron hard. But still, to her, it was heartbreaking because Ron denied the apparent allegations of having loving friends and an ex girlfriend who loved him just as dearly, even though it was platonic. 

"How are your parents, dear? Did you succeed?" Hermione went rigid at the question. She knew very well what the woman was asking and it pained her to think about what she had done. After a moment or two of silence, she answered, "Yes. I did succeed, Mrs Brock- Amanda. They are fine. Just the fact remains that they refuse to talk to me. They are still angry at what I did to them. They know I love them, so why can't they understand why I did it? It's been one whole week now and they haven't talked to me once." As she said this, her eyes welled up with unshed tears, waiting to be exposed. Amanda understood and rubbed comforting circles on her back. She did not offer the young witch any sympathy, only the fact that she understood and that she was there for her. Once again, Hermione was thankful.

Quickly recovering, she said, "How silly of me! How is Mandy, Amanda? Is she fine? You must be worried, it's your first day here, is somebody there with Mandy? Shall I go check up on her?" 

Mandy Brocklehurst was another student at Hogwarts in the same year as Hermione. She was a Ravenclaw. The battle at Hogwarts had injured her badly. Around five Crucios had hit her, alongwith a Sectumsempra. Needless to say, she was recovering at St Mungo's. Hermione had been at the hospital when she met Mandy's mother. She had quickly warmed up to her. Though Hermione and Mandy had never been friends, they were aquaintances. They had often passed each other in hallways and were partners every year in Ancient Runes. Both worked really hard and had the same passion for learning.

Amanda had mentioned that the previous owner of Flourish and Blotts had sold the shop to her and had moved to North America. Since then, Hermione had been helping her set up the shop, talking all along, placing the books on the right shelves, arranging for the missing books to be found, and what not.

"Mandy is fine, you can say. The Healers say she would recover in a few days; they say she needs rest for the wounds to heal up completely."

The older woman's eyes filled up with tears too, but this time they did fall. Hermione hugged her and did the same thing the latter had done only seconds ago.

A minute later, when the tears had stopped falling, leaving only wet tracks as a proof on Amanda's cheeks, she said, "Never mind me. You are here for your books, I presume, Hermione?

Hermione nodded with a small smile. "Yes, please. Do you mind if I-?" She made a motion with her hands, looking eerily similar to her asking for permission to roam the hallways of the store until nightfall or until she got tired, whichever came first. Apparently, Mrs Brocklehurst understood this too.

"Of course not, dear. You can stay for as long as you like. I'll leave you be, then. If there is anything you need, just call me, okay?" she said, laughing softly at Hermione's love for reading. It reminded her so much of her daughter. She reminded her so much of her daughter. When Hermione nodded, the woman left to make some last minute preparations for the other customers. Of course, Hermione was the first one at seven in the morning, the others usually started coming in after ten.

She roamed the hallways until then, doing exactly what she did at the Hogwarts library. Though everything had changed, nothing seemed different. She was still the overly curious Muggleborn girl and Flourish and Blotts was still her favourite store at Diagon Alley. She had entered the shop this morning in hopes of buying her school books as she was repeating her Seventh Year at Hogwarts. Who was Hermione Granger without a complete and perfect report?

She picked up a book from the History section when she reached it. It was named Wars and Their Consequences. Hermione inwardly snorted. She could predict what was inside without even reading it. She knew too much about that particular topic. She placed it in its exact position and went on inspecting other books, the only sounds in the shop being of her footsteps and the books being picked up, flipped through, and kept down. When she picked out all the books for the required curriculum, she carried them over to Mrs Brocklehurst to get them wrapped up and paid for. She then shrunk them, placed them in her bag and carried on with her book flipping.

When time passed, she did not know. It felt like only thirty minutes later that the shop started filling up with students and their parents, everybody wanting to buy their books for the impending school year. Paying little attention to the people entering the shop, she instead opted to occupy one of the seats at another corner with a books of Charms she hadn't read more than once. That is why she didn't notice a pair of grey eyes watching her as their owner entered the bookstore. Hermione did glance up everytime the bell jingled, but this time she was in too deep to even notice.

The same person strolled down the hallways, looking for the books which the Headmistress expected the returning seventh years to have. When they entered the section Hermione was seated beside, they quickly made to walk past her without her noticing, but alas, ended up identified.

Hermione heard footsteps approaching her and looked up just in time to meet the unmistakable eyes of a blond from Slytherin. Fingers closing around her wand as an involuntary reflex, she made to hex him when she remembered where they were, who they were and what they had done. She lowered her wand slowly, only because Mrs Brocklehurst wouldn't appreciate it if she destroyed her newly opened shop.

Draco Malfoy looked at her aiming and then lowering her wand, stunned all the while. He definitely wasn't expecting to see her so soon. It felt like only yesterday when he was sitting in a chair in the middle of a large room, the members of the Wizengamot, the Minister for Magic and the Golden Trio surrounding him.

He was looking down at his feet, when he heard the Minister say that they were all gathered there to witness his hearing, at the end of which they would decide whether or not he deserved to be sent to Azkaban. Draco was more than dumbfounded when he heard his arch nemesis, Harry Potter, testify for his sake to try and save him from being sent to Azkaban for life, alongwith Hermione Granger, the girl he had bullied for nearly half his life. Ron Weasley never said anything, only nodding along to what Harry said. 'The sidekick,'  Draco thought snidely. But still, when the jury was asked for their decision, a majority were in the favour of not sending him to Azkaban and just to keep him on probation for three years, just like his mother. He could never forget that day, the day he stopped believing that Potter destroyed his life and admitting that he was jealous of him all along. Jealous of his preposterous fame, jealous of his real friendships, jealous of the love he got, and jealous of the fact that everybody stood up for him, while he was always abandoned by his two cronies whenever they got into trouble.

She stared at him for a second, her warm chocolate brown eyes piercing his grey ones, shrugged nonchalantly and went back to her book. Great, now she was acting like he didn't even exist. But no matter what, Hermione Granger would always remain a bookworm. It made him feel somewhat at ease, seeing that maybe she hadn't changed as much as he'd expected. It meant that maybe what had happened didn't change everything after all. Seeing her as she always was meant that maybe, he did have a chance at redemption. Even if it was a tiny bit, he would take it.

How he conjured up the courage he didn't know, but he couldn't control the next words that flew out of his mouth. "Thank you, Granger." She instantly stiffened, perhaps wondering if she had just imagined the words. She averted her gaze from her book to his lean but sturdy form, still not glancing up at him. He was thankful that she didn't stare him down like he supposed she surely would. When she seemed to be sure that she hadn't imagined him speaking, she was shocked beyond measure. Oh, this day was one of a kind. Draco Malfoy, being grateful to Hermione Granger, Mudblood of the century? 'Humph,' she thought, 'maybe he does have a conscience after all.'

She silently nodded as her way of acknowledging and accepting his gratitude and went back to her reading. What irritated her was that he was still standing there, boring holes into the back of her head. Just as she was about to will him to disappear, he said, "May I sit here?"

To say that she was shocked was a major understatement. Had he really changed that much? Surely, his lifelong hatred for any and all things Muggle couldn't disappear so easily? But it was all too surreal to be a pretence.

Hermione nodded again, and waited for the other end of the bench to be occupied. It was all very odd, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, behaving like they did not genuinely hate each other. When he started reading, she couldn't keep in her annoyance anymore and blurted out, "Why are you doing this, Malfoy? You don't have to pretend to not dislike me with a passion. I don't mind. My Mudblood heart has accepted that that's what you think of people like me. Trying to change it is not possible, understand?" Her tone was impatient and...pleading. Like she was begging him to stop being civil and be normal. The smirk, the insults, the snide remarks. She yearned for familiarity. Oddly enough, even Draco wanted just that.

She thought she saw him flinch when she called herself Mudblood, but deemed it as another trick of the light and thought no more about it. As she stared at him with mild exasperation, he replied innocently, "Doing what, Granger? I'm reading, if that's what you mean." He smirked. She relaxed a bit. Now that was what she was used to.

"We both know that I don't."

"Ah, but you would have to elaborate, Granger."

"Forget it. If you won't leave, sit there and get bored, but don't you dare expect to talk to me civilly. We're enemies, remember? Respect that and stop, please." She started reading her book again, forgetting that she was even interrupted.

After what must have been two hours or fifteen minutes, she really had no idea, Malfoy spoke again. "Don't you get hungry, Granger? Or do you eat up all the information in your book as lunch?" She groaned inwardly. Why was he even there? She wanted to scream and kick him, but settled for a neutral expression for the time being, promising herself to hex him for sure the next time.

When she did not answer, he tried again. "Helloooo, Granger? You in there? I asked you something." She looked up, rolled her eyes, bookmarked her page before shutting the book and massaged her forehead with her fingers. She sighed and asked him impatiently, "What is it, Malfoy? Didn't I tell you to shove off? Why are you intent upon destroying what little sanity I have left?" Her patience was wearing thin, thanks to the annoying ferret she was reluctantly talking to.

Said ferret then smirked widely before saying, "Oh, but why would I do that, Granger? It would be a loss, really, the Brightest Witch Of Her Age pushed to the brink of insanity by none other than Draco Malfoy! Wouldn't you be honoured, Granger?"

She rolled her eyes again and said, "Do you want something? Why do you want to distract me so bad?" Then her eyes lit up as if she had just realised the answer to a particularly difficult puzzle as she said, "Or do you fancy an alluring and very much attractive hex? I'll be honoured to fulfill your wish, Malfoy. All you have to do is say so." There. That explained the mischievous glint in her eyes. She had already taken out her wand to do just what she thought he wanted.

Draco looked at her as he contemplated a witty comeback. In the end, he resorted to simplicity as he admitted softly, "I just wanted to know if you wanted to have lunch." Hermione's jaw dropped open at his words. Was he doing what she thought he was doing?

"W-what?!" she stuttered.

"You heard me, Granger. I was heading to The Leaky Cauldron in some time for lunch, I asked if you wanted to come along. Don't worry, I don't bite. Even if I did something to you, I would be the one in trouble. So there's no point."

"I thought you said you wouldn't want to get my Mudblood germs anywhere near you? Wouldn't eating at the same table do just that?" she asked amusedly, though Draco could swear he heard some bitterness laced with it. Bottom line was that she was still leery of him. He sighed inside. This girl had to be so bloody difficult all the time. Ah, the perks of trying to persuade a Gryffindor.

"That was when I was fourteen, Granger. Would you judge me based on what my fourteen-year-old self said? I thought you were better than that. Besides, people change." He shrugged.

Hermione's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and things she wanted to say to him. She had already made a mental note to herself to mark this day as one of the most shocking days of her life on her calendar.

The next thing she said surprised them both. "Alright." It was his turn to stammer now. "W-what?!"

"I said, I will come with you," Hermione explained to him in a tone she normally reserved for five-year-olds. He looked taken aback for a moment before the expressionless facade was back on. She cringed at the thought of how much practice he must have had to perfect that mask.

"Let's leave then."

She silently agreed and got up swiftly, book in one hand and the strap of her bag in the other. She placed the strap on her shoulder, and started to walk away when she tripped on something. A bump in the carpet. As she started to fall forwards, she shut her eyes tightly and waited for her body to make contact with the carpeted floor with a painful thud. Only it never came.

When she was sure that she wasn't going to land anytime soon, she opened her eyes to see the ground only fifteen inches from her face. A muscular hand had snaked itself on her waist and prevented her from falling. Soon, she was back on her feet. It was then that she heard his voice. "Careful, Granger," he said. She was shocked yet again to find that he sounded somewhat concerned. It infuriated her to no end that he dared to be concerned for her. Talking civilly was one thing, being genuinely concerned like they had been friends since the beginning of time was another. What exactly was he playing at? Feeling his presence behind her, she prepared a sharp retort and turned around, only to find their faces unnaturally close. He looked frozen while her retort died at the tip of her tongue and she swallowed it gingerly. After what felt like an eternity but really only three seconds, they pulled away, Hermione looking as red as a tomato, while Draco's expression betrayed nothing.

As they stood there, a smirk slowly formed on his face. Hermione frowned and was about to question its existence when he replied amusedly, "My, Granger, I didn't know you wanted to kiss me so bad. Weaselbee let you down? You could have just said so. I wouldn't mind."

Hermione's frown dropped from her face. She grew redder, if possible. Her face was burning and Draco was finding this very fascinating. He would have dwelled on the fact that he almost wanted to kiss her, but seeing her getting flustered was much more interesting and hence the thought was tucked into the back of his mind.

Hermione's blush turned into anger in no time. His smirk did nothing to ease it. "Get off your bloody high horse, Malfoy! And when you do, go dump yourself into a gutter, because that is where you truly belong. You are single handedly the most disgusting and annoying prick I've ever had the displeasure of coming across. And yes, people do change. But you're not one of them. You can never change!" she yelled, completely controlled by fury. Fortunately, her voice could not be heard over the commotion in the shop, or she surely would have had many spectators by now. She slammed the book on a nearby shelf, a part of her grimacing at how she was treating a divine and heavenly book, but she paid it no heed. Not today. She made to storm off, only to realise that something was tugging at the hem of her jumper. She tried to calm herself before turning around, ready to pry the offending object off of her jumper, but what she saw took her by surprise.

A little boy no more than ten years old stood there, trying to gain Hermione's attention. He had a look of pure fascination on his face as she knelt down to be face to face with him. It took him a few more seconds before he said shyly, "Hello. I am Sebastian Goldstein. Are you Hermione Granger?"

Hermione looked at the boy with amazement. He had dirty blonde hair with ocean blue eyes. They were full of ill-concealed joy and excitement. She absently nodded, getting drowned in those beautiful eyes.

She then said, "Yes, Sebastian? Do I know you?" His eyes twinkled as he said, "No. But you know my brother. Anthony Goldstein. Ravenclaw. The same year as you," looking down at the ground all the while.

Hermione's eyes lit up with recognition as she said, "Yes. I know him. How is he?"

"He is fine. I came here with him today. He is going back to Hogwarts in a few days. He says that I would love it there when I go next year," he said, now staring at her as though he had never seen someone like her before.

"I am sure you would. Did you want to ask me something?" she said politely, as she placed her hands on his arms. He really was adorable.

"Um, yes. I wanted to know how to be brave, like you. Mum said that the world needs more brave people and that Gryffindor is the house for brave people. I want to be in Gryffindor, like you. She even said that she would never leave me if I promise to be brave. So, could you tell me how to be brave, please?" he asked, his beautiful eyes now welling up with tears. Hermione guessed that it was because his mother was not quite alright. She was amazed at his request. A boy as young as him shouldn't be asking that question. It pained her to no end to see him crying for his mum.

"Of course I'll tell you how to be brave, Sebastian. I am sure your mother will be very happy to see you being courageous and strong. Come, sit." Her voice cracked at the last word as she felt sad for the little boy. She led him over to the bench she had just gotten up from and made him to sit down, while she knelt on the floor in front of him, his hands in hers. Funnily, she had forgotten all about her previous anger at Malfoy as she completely switched her attention to the blond boy she was now talking to.

"First, tell me, how is your mum?" she asked, secretly afraid that her suspicions may be true.

"Mum is at St Mungo's. Father says that she has little time left. I don't understand what that means, just that she is going to leave me. She promised she wouldn't. I don't want her to leave me. I'll be brave. I'll be a very good boy. Just tell her to stay." At the last word, uncontrollable sobs rattled his small frame and soft whimpers escaped his mouth. The tears were now flowing freely for his dying mother. Hermione couldn't watch anymore and hugged him tightly, whispering reassuring words in his ear. Slowly but surely, his tears stopped and he just sat there, still sobbing and holding onto Hermione for dear life.

Hermione hadn't noticed when she had started crying too. Suddenly, the boy went stiff and left Hermione's embrace to try and wipe his cheeks with the back of his hands. He quickly said, "No. I mustn't cry. Crying makes me a coward. I want to be brave."

Hermione saw him and felt pain envelope her heart. This little boy was going through so much that it was unfair. It made her feel dirty that she was crying because her parents weren't talking to her while this ten-year-old was trying to hold back tears for his dying mother.

She tried to reassure him again as she said, "No, Sebastian. Being brave does not mean that you can't cry. Crying and letting out your emotions is what makes you human. You think I'm brave, but let me tell you, there isn't a single day that goes by when I don't cry myself to sleep. It gives you strength. Brave people aren't the ones who can face everything without shedding a single tear. Being brave means to deal with pain, anger, frustration, happiness all with a welcoming mind. In order to be brave, you need to face your fears, not run away from them."

Sebastian listened to her like she was the only thing in the world that made sense and it surprised her that even though he was so young, his concentration was something many adults wished for. She began telling him all the things that she had learned from her parents about bravery and nerve, occasionally earning cheery inputs from the overly fascinated boy. By the end of it, both were smiling happily as though they had just discovered the ancient secret behind the sweetness of chocolate frogs. 

Draco was watching her and the Goldstein boy converse from behind a bookshelf with amusement and awe. Granger really knew how to handle kids. When Hermione had led him to her previous seat, he had quickly hid behind said bookshelf. He was curious as to what she was going to tell him and the boy's words made even his cold heart go out to him. Though many would not believe it, he really had changed. He had just joked about their almost kiss to ease the tension but it seemed like luck wasn't on his side and Granger got uncharacteristically angry. He wanted to apologise; he really did. But Granger being constantly at his throat made it just a teensy bit difficult. Not that it already wasn't. He was ready to kill his leftover pride to apologise to her, and she was being so bloody impatient.

He sighed and moved out of his hiding place to stand behind Granger. They were laughing merrily at some joke the boy had made, oblivious to their surroundings. He heard Granger's laugh for the first time. It was a tinkling sound with a melodious border to it. It soothed his nerves and made his insides peaceful. He knew he wasn't supposed to think like that, but her laugh was just so alluring, he couldn't stop himself.

When the boy's eyes flickered to him, his expression turned solemn in no time. He then eyed Hermione and bent to whisper something in her ear. Draco grimaced as she simply nodded, got up and turned around to face him.

Sebastian saw Draco hovering behind Hermione and quickly remembered that she was yelling at him in the first place. He bent down to whisper to her about his presence. She visibly tensed, sighed, nodded wearily and got up to face him, perhaps to yell at him once again. Hermione, on the other hand, was too tired to be bothered by Malfoy. She had decided to just tell him to go away and to leave her alone.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked tiredly, though she was ready to hex him if he did anything more to annoy her.

"Look, Granger, I-" he said, before he was interrupted by Sebastian. 

"Mr Malfoy, please do not try to irritate Hermione anymore. She is already quite tired and annoyed. Don't you ever feel bad for bullying someone for so many years and then doing it again?" he said, shooting Draco an icy glare. Inside, though, he was squirming with fear at what the older boy might do to him. Hermione's jaw dropped to the ground and she quickly closed it, her mouth only forming an 'o' of mild surprise. She guessed that he might have heard about Malfoy from Anthony.

Draco was completely shocked. He was just told off by a ten-year-old, no more! And for what, trying to apologise? When he said nothing and instead pursed his lips, a smile broke out on Sebastian's face. He turned to Hermione, his face barely hiding his glee. "See, I stood up to him for my friend. We are friends, aren't we? And that means I am brave, right?"

Hermione smiled largely and bent down yet again to hug him tightly as she muttered into his ear, "Of course we are friends. Why wouldn't we be?" And then she pulled back to smile at him once again as she kissed his cheek affectionately. "You're so brave, Sebastian. You are definitely a Gryffindor! And thank you so much for standing up for me. That is exactly what brave people do." His smile grew larger, if possible, and he hugged her once again. He then turned to Draco and shot him another glare before saying, "Stay away from her." 

He then smiled at Hermione for the last time and quickly muttered a goodbye before running off to find his brother. Hermione blew him a kiss and laughed as he turned red and quickly ran down the aisle. She then got up and walked towards Malfoy, closing the distance between them until their noses were almost touching. She simply said, "You better watch out, Malfoy," and unable to hold it in anymore, doubled up with laughter. Draco watched her laughing as if there was no tomorrow and a genuine smile threatened to tug at the ends of his mouth. What shocked him was that he let it. 

Hermione stood up straight after laughing heartily for about two minutes and stared straight into his eyes. She noticed their peculiar shade of grey, with blue specks at the corners and spread here and there. She was still smiling as an aftereffect of her contagious laughter and found herself getting drowned into pools of those silver eyes. Draco was still smiling as he looked into her warm brown eyes. They were such an inviting and attractive shade, he found himself moving subconsciously closer to her.

She was suddenly aware of the tension in the air as she saw Malfoy's face unnaturally close to her again. She was frozen this time, the sane part of her wanting to pull away and run as far as she could, but her feet were planted firmly on the ground. She wasn't even in control anymore. She was undoubtedly drowning in those quicksilver eyes, and would later blame it on the confounding effect they had on her that she found herself asking, "You-you were saying something, Malfoy?"

Draco had almost forgotten about his apology but Hermione's voice brought him back to reality. Still, he did not step away. Just like Hermione, he found himself subconsciously answering, "I wanted to say sorry. For everything I have ever done to you and your friends. For calling you names, for riling you up, for making your lives miserable, for all the bad things I have ever done to you. I hope that you forgive me. I understand that it's not simple and that you dislike me too much. Hell, I hate myself too. But, when you can, know that I will always be grateful."

There was so much sincerity in his eyes that Hermione couldn't help but take his word for it. Who would've thought, Draco Malfoy apologising to Hermione Granger? But maybe what he said was true. Maybe he did change. And maybe she was too blind to see it. She remembered him flinching away on her using the slang for Muggleborns, him saying thank you, him being civil to her, him asking her politely if she wanted to have lunch. It was that, and purely and solely that, that made her say what she said next, "I do. I forgive you, Draco." She had still to get shocked over the fact that she had used his first name when she saw a true and genuine smile break out on his handsome face, and she distantly thought that maybe, it was worth it.

Neither knew how what happened next happened. Their lips were inching closer to each other and they finally met in a sweet but memorable kiss. It was the kind of kiss that made you feel weak in the knees. Short, definitely sweet, but unforgettable. It was slightly chaste but not rushed at all. Another fact that shocked her was how she wanted to kiss him. His lips tasted of green apples. Her lips tasted of roses and strawberries. They went on for a second before hastily pulling away, both panting very slightly. Hermione looked more flustered than ever while Draco had a goofy grin on his face. It was weird to see it, but oh well. Though Hermione was blushing red, she was surprised to find no hint of regret or even guilt about what she had done. And for her, Draco's smile said it all.

Minutes later, Mrs Brocklehurst saw Hermione exit her bookshop. She was contemplating on going and asking her if she was done so early when she noticed that she wasn't alone. A young man, about her same age, was holding the door open for her in a gentlemanly gesture as she smiled at him confusedly before venturing out. The bell jingled once again, announcing their exit. Amanda smiled to herself. She hadn't failed to notice that Hermione didn't look as miserable as she was in the morning. She was glad that for the first time, Hermione wasn't hiding anything beneath her calm facade. Maybe visiting Flourish and Blotts had done her good after all. 

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