Creature of the Night for Momstiel
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small_giftsTitle: Creature of the Night
Author/Artist:brighty18
Recipient:momstiel
Rating: PG-13
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *Crack!fic, Rocky Horror Picture Show references, general silliness *
Word count: Just overt 2,000
Summary: The day before the Christmas holidays should be easy, but it so rarely is.
Notes: Merry Christmas, Momstiel! I tried to get hints of all three wishes (Protective! Sirius over anyone who insults his boyfriend, sex (or at least snogging) in the prefect's bathroom, and Remus and Lily friendship, plus your wild card: Sirius has a tattoo of a moon). And I don’t know if you like - or have even seen - Rocky Horror Picture Show, but this just came to me.
And huge thanks to Audrey, my fab beta!
The explosion rocked the entire classroom, temporarily deafening several unlucky Slytherins and coating the surprised students with bits of ceiling plaster and surprisingly garish rainbow glitter.
“Erm, sorry,” mumbled Remus into the cacophony of coughing, wheezing, and cursing. Obviously, he hadn’t intended to do it. He’d simply added what he’d thought was powdered unicorn horn only to discover (too late, of course) that it was actually powdered Erumpent horn, a substance well-known for its explosive properties. And he only had himself to blame. Well, himself and Sirius’ hair which was looking especially perfect today. So perfect, in fact, that he’d been distracted by its glossiness and reached for the wrong tin.
Sirius, who’d noticed the mistake milliseconds before the powder hit the cauldron, had opened his mouth to call out a warning and now found himself nursing a slightly swollen, rainbow-hued tongue. “Thmerlins thballths!” he muttered.
James burst into laughter.
Lily gave Remus a weak smile.
Professor Slughorn just sighed and shook his head. It was the last day of classes before the winter holidays and he’d thought this Quick Confetti Potion would be a simple, easy way to waste time on a day the restless Seventh Year students would be otherwise too excited to complete any real work. “What could go wrong?” he had asked himself this morning. Well, apparently, plenty.
“WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?” Delphina Greengrass screamed at her cauldron mate, ears still ringing from the bang. She was slightly hungover from the party in the Slytherin Common room the night before and was beginning to seriously regret coming to class at all.
Severus Snape glowered her for moment. He’d not been at the party the night before but was nursing a host of his own regrets, ranging from getting involved in a feud with the so-called Marauders in the first place to agreeing to be Delphina’s cauldron mate to even bothering to come to class on this joke of a day. “That filthy creature of the night screwed-up yet again,” he hissed in response to her bellowed question.
“WHICH WEALTHY TEACHER WANTS TO FIGHT A DRAGON?” asked Delphina. But the rest of the room was silent.
Remus swallowed audibly. This was the moment he’d always feared: when someone would, whether by accident or intention, reveal his furry little secret. A part of him wanted to flee, but his body refused to cooperate with that part and left him frozen in fear.
“Thwhat the Hell thid oo thay, Snthvullths?” growled Sirius, spitting a glob of glittering goo at Severus’ feet. He was angry now, every cell of his body pulsing with rage and regret for last year’s so-called “prank.” Up until the moment of the explosion it had been a near-perfect morning. There had been bacon at breakfast, the Common room had smelled of evergreen rather that feet, and he’d finally found the spell to create the perfect Christmas present for Remus. In fact, he had planned to take him into the Prefects’ bathroom after class to give it to him.
But then this happened.
Ignoring the collective gasp of his classmates, Sirius drew his wand and aimed it at Snape. A dim voice in the back of his mind futilely suggested that, as often was the case, his current course of action was only destined to exacerbate the situation, but Sirius resolutely ignored it. No one, but no one, insulted Remus.
“I said,” replied Severus calmly, eyebrows raised and nose twitching, “that filthy creature of the night screwed-up yet again.”
“Creature of the night…” grumbled Peter under his breath. Like Remus, he’d feared this eventuality and so he readied his wand.
“Creature of the night?” asked Diana Dartmoor, a quiet, Seventh Year Gryffindor. What could that possible mean? Bat? Owl? Werewolf? Prostitute? As a muggle born, Diana found many aspects of Wizarding culture baffling, but if she had to guess as to what the insult meant, she would put her money on “prostitute.” Remus did have quite a nice arse, after all.
“Creature of the night?” echoed Slughorn. Like all professors, he knew about Remus’ so-called “medical condition” and had solemnly sworn to Dumbledore that he would never reveal it. Now his mind raced for possible explanations - not to mention an at least semi-professional way to prevent this fight in his own classroom. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind. In fact, all he could think about were cream puffs.
“FEATURES OF MY TIGHTS?” asked Delphinia looking down at her legs. Oh, yeah, they had a pattern of little snitches on them. Hold on, she didn’t play Quidditch, were those even hers? Where had these even come from? It must have been some party last night.
“Creature of night…” growled James. He, too, grabbed his wand and moved to stand beside his best friend. Sure, Sirius was a bloody idiot for getting them into this mess, but there was no way he was going to let Snivellus get away with this without a fight.
“Creature o-of the niiiiight,” sang Lily weakly. She looked around the room, taking in the astonished and perplexed faces. It looked like no one else was going to jump in and do anything to actually remedy the situation, so it might as well be her. Like Sirius, Lily was incredibly defensive of her friends, but unlike Sirius, she prefered weaponizing wit over the use of force. “Toucha toucha touch me… “ she sang, her voice gaining volume.
Silence.
“I want to be diiiiiiiirty. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me… creature o-of the night.”
“Oh, I know that song,” Diana cried, glad to finally have a reference she understood. “It’s from that Rocky Horror Picture Show movie!”
Lily breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Yeah,” she began, “we’re all going to see it over Winter hols.”
“Right, right,” echoed Sirius, lowering his wand in his enthusiasm to share, “and we’re dressing as the characters. That’s what you do, see? It’s a great excuse to wear eyeliner. There’s this bloke in a corset and…”
“...and Severus overheard us trying to convince Remus to dress-up as Rocky,” interrupted Lily, who, grateful as she was that Sirius’ tongue was unswollen and that he was getting into the act, was still not about to trust him not to dig them all in even deeper. “Rocky is the handsome ‘monster’ who another character calls a ‘creature of the night.’ He’s shirtless and has got blonde hair and tan and that seemed perfect for Remus so...”
“Wait, I’m pale!” cried Remus, finally finding his voice. Overwhelmed as he was by the whole situation, the thought of being half-naked in public was utterly horrifying.
Sirius, on other hand, was ablaze with passion about this newfound web of rationalization - as well as the image of Remus in Rocky’s tiny, gold underwear. He was also aware that his tongue was now fully unswollen, so he began to recount the entire plot of the movie - including a rather rousing rendition of “The Time Warp,” while the other students just stared.
Annoyed at the entire debacle - not to mention the numerous confusing references to Muggle culture and traitorous behaviour of his former friend - Severus pocketed his wand and sunk down in his seat with a sigh. Frankly, if he had been teaching this class, rather that that fool Slughorn, things would never have gotten this out of control. “Someday,” he muttered to himself, but his grumblings went unheard, lost amongst Sirius’ storytelling and the soft swirl of the still falling plaster and glitter.
“Hem hem!” Sirius fell silent and all eyes turned toward Professor Slughorn. “Well, entertaining as that was, Mr. Black, we still have a class to finish. Help me clean this room at once!”
“WHY DO WE HAVE TO STEAM THE MOON WITH MONKS?” Delphinia asked. Everyone else seemed fine, but her hearing was just not coming back.
While the students busied themselves with cleaning - which was no easy task considering the tenacity of magically exploded glitter - Sirius grabbed Remus by the sleeve of his robes and quickly pulled him out into the hallway. “Follow me,” he whispered, “it’s present time.”
After all that happened that morning, Remus felt unable to even form the words for a reply, so he just took off running after Sirius who appeared to be headed toward their not-so-secret hideaway, the Fourth Floor Prefects bathroom.
They arrived at the bathroom, panting and slightly sweaty, but Sirius was grinning from ear to ear. “I have something to show you, Moony, and you’re going to love it!” He triumphantly pushed open the door and scanned for other students. Perfect. No one in sight. Without another word he pulled up his robes and dropped his trousers. “See, Remus?” he said, “It’s for you!”
Remus blinked in astonishment, wondering briefly what on earth his boyfriend was trying to show him. Clearly, it wasn’t his pants, because, despite the perversely adorable pattern of black puppies cavorting on red-silk background, Remus had seen them before… many times before, in fact. And it wasn’t his penis because, even for Sirius, that would be vulgar. Could he possibly mean that weird bruise on his upper thigh? The one that he’d gotten after James accidentally hit him with a bludger and which looked vaguely like a rabbit? That, too, he’d seen many times before.
“Well?” asked Sirius, turning slightly to the left and extending his leg. “What do you think?”
Then Remus saw it, small and blue and exquisite. There, shining against the pale, perfect skin of Sirius’ thigh was a carefully rendered tattoo of the full moon, each crater and bright spot, perfectly captured. And, under it, in Sirius’ own elegant script were the words, “Each Night the Moon Kisses Secretly the Lover Who Counts the Stars.”
“Wow,” breathed Remus, astonished at both the beauty of the tattoo and Sirius’ continued capacity to astonish him.
“It’s Rumi, you know,” said Sirius. “The poem fragment, I mean. I got it from that dusty pile of poetry books you keep stashed beneath your bed. I read it and instantly thought of you, so full of beauty and secrets.”
Remus vaguely considered what, exactly, Sirius had been doing under his bed, but more strongly realized that he didn’t really care. All he could think about was the fact that Sirius, his boyfriend Sirius, had created the most beautiful thing imaginable in a place where only he would see it. Well, presumably - perhaps depending what Sirius wore to the movies over the hols. “It’s lovely, Pads,” he breathed. “Thank you.”
Remus was fairly sure there was a “you’re welcome” in there somewhere, but the next few minutes were filled with warm lips, hot breath, and roving hands. Despite the explosions, the glitter, the accusations, and the impending doom of dressing up in public for a Muggle movie, the holidays were turning out beautifully for Remus. He had friends who loved and defended him and a new tattoo on his sexy boyfriend to admire.
Sirius pulled Remus in tighter and flicked his wand to lock the bathroom door. Perhaps that little voice in the back of his head had been wrong in trying to warn him off confronting Snivellus. Things were certainly turning out well, after all.
Outside the bathroom, a rush of boisterous students filled the hallways with shouts of “Happy Christmas!” and “See you next term!” barely reaching the ears of the two kissing teenagers. Peter, James, and Lily walked amongst the chaos.
“Well, that was interesting,” said James with a laugh. He reached for Lily’s hand, happy his years of begging and bothering had finally paid off.
“Yeah, well, it was something,” said Peter. He adored his friends, but sometimes they were so… much. Still, he’d not trade places with anyone in the world and there was much to look forward to. “So, are we really all going to the movies over the hols?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” Lily replied.
“And do you think Remus will actually dress-up with us?”
Lily laughed. “He’d damn well better. He bloody owes me for that performance I did.”
“AGREED!” chorused the other two.
The trio made their way lazily down the hallway, heading toward Gryffindor Tower, throngs of happy students streaming by them. Just before the statue of Lachlan the Lanky (now all decked out in holiday finery), they encountered Severus leading a still somewhat dazed Delphinia down to the Hospital Wing. “Have a nice holiday!” Lily called out as they passed.
“WHICH MICE ARE GAY?” asked Delphinia.
Severus just grunted and pulled her on down the corridor. “Gay!” he muttered to himself darkly, “it certainly wasn’t turning out to be a gay holiday for him so far, though, admittedly, it had had more than its share of glitter.
But for the two Gryffindors, happily snogging their way through the first free hours of Christmas hols, the Yuletide season was finally shaping up quite nicely.
Author/Artist:
brighty18Recipient:
momstielRating: PG-13
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *Crack!fic, Rocky Horror Picture Show references, general silliness *
Word count: Just overt 2,000
Summary: The day before the Christmas holidays should be easy, but it so rarely is.
Notes: Merry Christmas, Momstiel! I tried to get hints of all three wishes (Protective! Sirius over anyone who insults his boyfriend, sex (or at least snogging) in the prefect's bathroom, and Remus and Lily friendship, plus your wild card: Sirius has a tattoo of a moon). And I don’t know if you like - or have even seen - Rocky Horror Picture Show, but this just came to me.
And huge thanks to Audrey, my fab beta!
The explosion rocked the entire classroom, temporarily deafening several unlucky Slytherins and coating the surprised students with bits of ceiling plaster and surprisingly garish rainbow glitter.
“Erm, sorry,” mumbled Remus into the cacophony of coughing, wheezing, and cursing. Obviously, he hadn’t intended to do it. He’d simply added what he’d thought was powdered unicorn horn only to discover (too late, of course) that it was actually powdered Erumpent horn, a substance well-known for its explosive properties. And he only had himself to blame. Well, himself and Sirius’ hair which was looking especially perfect today. So perfect, in fact, that he’d been distracted by its glossiness and reached for the wrong tin.
Sirius, who’d noticed the mistake milliseconds before the powder hit the cauldron, had opened his mouth to call out a warning and now found himself nursing a slightly swollen, rainbow-hued tongue. “Thmerlins thballths!” he muttered.
James burst into laughter.
Lily gave Remus a weak smile.
Professor Slughorn just sighed and shook his head. It was the last day of classes before the winter holidays and he’d thought this Quick Confetti Potion would be a simple, easy way to waste time on a day the restless Seventh Year students would be otherwise too excited to complete any real work. “What could go wrong?” he had asked himself this morning. Well, apparently, plenty.
“WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?” Delphina Greengrass screamed at her cauldron mate, ears still ringing from the bang. She was slightly hungover from the party in the Slytherin Common room the night before and was beginning to seriously regret coming to class at all.
Severus Snape glowered her for moment. He’d not been at the party the night before but was nursing a host of his own regrets, ranging from getting involved in a feud with the so-called Marauders in the first place to agreeing to be Delphina’s cauldron mate to even bothering to come to class on this joke of a day. “That filthy creature of the night screwed-up yet again,” he hissed in response to her bellowed question.
“WHICH WEALTHY TEACHER WANTS TO FIGHT A DRAGON?” asked Delphina. But the rest of the room was silent.
Remus swallowed audibly. This was the moment he’d always feared: when someone would, whether by accident or intention, reveal his furry little secret. A part of him wanted to flee, but his body refused to cooperate with that part and left him frozen in fear.
“Thwhat the Hell thid oo thay, Snthvullths?” growled Sirius, spitting a glob of glittering goo at Severus’ feet. He was angry now, every cell of his body pulsing with rage and regret for last year’s so-called “prank.” Up until the moment of the explosion it had been a near-perfect morning. There had been bacon at breakfast, the Common room had smelled of evergreen rather that feet, and he’d finally found the spell to create the perfect Christmas present for Remus. In fact, he had planned to take him into the Prefects’ bathroom after class to give it to him.
But then this happened.
Ignoring the collective gasp of his classmates, Sirius drew his wand and aimed it at Snape. A dim voice in the back of his mind futilely suggested that, as often was the case, his current course of action was only destined to exacerbate the situation, but Sirius resolutely ignored it. No one, but no one, insulted Remus.
“I said,” replied Severus calmly, eyebrows raised and nose twitching, “that filthy creature of the night screwed-up yet again.”
“Creature of the night…” grumbled Peter under his breath. Like Remus, he’d feared this eventuality and so he readied his wand.
“Creature of the night?” asked Diana Dartmoor, a quiet, Seventh Year Gryffindor. What could that possible mean? Bat? Owl? Werewolf? Prostitute? As a muggle born, Diana found many aspects of Wizarding culture baffling, but if she had to guess as to what the insult meant, she would put her money on “prostitute.” Remus did have quite a nice arse, after all.
“Creature of the night?” echoed Slughorn. Like all professors, he knew about Remus’ so-called “medical condition” and had solemnly sworn to Dumbledore that he would never reveal it. Now his mind raced for possible explanations - not to mention an at least semi-professional way to prevent this fight in his own classroom. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind. In fact, all he could think about were cream puffs.
“FEATURES OF MY TIGHTS?” asked Delphinia looking down at her legs. Oh, yeah, they had a pattern of little snitches on them. Hold on, she didn’t play Quidditch, were those even hers? Where had these even come from? It must have been some party last night.
“Creature of night…” growled James. He, too, grabbed his wand and moved to stand beside his best friend. Sure, Sirius was a bloody idiot for getting them into this mess, but there was no way he was going to let Snivellus get away with this without a fight.
“Creature o-of the niiiiight,” sang Lily weakly. She looked around the room, taking in the astonished and perplexed faces. It looked like no one else was going to jump in and do anything to actually remedy the situation, so it might as well be her. Like Sirius, Lily was incredibly defensive of her friends, but unlike Sirius, she prefered weaponizing wit over the use of force. “Toucha toucha touch me… “ she sang, her voice gaining volume.
Silence.
“I want to be diiiiiiiirty. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me… creature o-of the night.”
“Oh, I know that song,” Diana cried, glad to finally have a reference she understood. “It’s from that Rocky Horror Picture Show movie!”
Lily breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Yeah,” she began, “we’re all going to see it over Winter hols.”
“Right, right,” echoed Sirius, lowering his wand in his enthusiasm to share, “and we’re dressing as the characters. That’s what you do, see? It’s a great excuse to wear eyeliner. There’s this bloke in a corset and…”
“...and Severus overheard us trying to convince Remus to dress-up as Rocky,” interrupted Lily, who, grateful as she was that Sirius’ tongue was unswollen and that he was getting into the act, was still not about to trust him not to dig them all in even deeper. “Rocky is the handsome ‘monster’ who another character calls a ‘creature of the night.’ He’s shirtless and has got blonde hair and tan and that seemed perfect for Remus so...”
“Wait, I’m pale!” cried Remus, finally finding his voice. Overwhelmed as he was by the whole situation, the thought of being half-naked in public was utterly horrifying.
Sirius, on other hand, was ablaze with passion about this newfound web of rationalization - as well as the image of Remus in Rocky’s tiny, gold underwear. He was also aware that his tongue was now fully unswollen, so he began to recount the entire plot of the movie - including a rather rousing rendition of “The Time Warp,” while the other students just stared.
Annoyed at the entire debacle - not to mention the numerous confusing references to Muggle culture and traitorous behaviour of his former friend - Severus pocketed his wand and sunk down in his seat with a sigh. Frankly, if he had been teaching this class, rather that that fool Slughorn, things would never have gotten this out of control. “Someday,” he muttered to himself, but his grumblings went unheard, lost amongst Sirius’ storytelling and the soft swirl of the still falling plaster and glitter.
“Hem hem!” Sirius fell silent and all eyes turned toward Professor Slughorn. “Well, entertaining as that was, Mr. Black, we still have a class to finish. Help me clean this room at once!”
“WHY DO WE HAVE TO STEAM THE MOON WITH MONKS?” Delphinia asked. Everyone else seemed fine, but her hearing was just not coming back.
While the students busied themselves with cleaning - which was no easy task considering the tenacity of magically exploded glitter - Sirius grabbed Remus by the sleeve of his robes and quickly pulled him out into the hallway. “Follow me,” he whispered, “it’s present time.”
After all that happened that morning, Remus felt unable to even form the words for a reply, so he just took off running after Sirius who appeared to be headed toward their not-so-secret hideaway, the Fourth Floor Prefects bathroom.
They arrived at the bathroom, panting and slightly sweaty, but Sirius was grinning from ear to ear. “I have something to show you, Moony, and you’re going to love it!” He triumphantly pushed open the door and scanned for other students. Perfect. No one in sight. Without another word he pulled up his robes and dropped his trousers. “See, Remus?” he said, “It’s for you!”
Remus blinked in astonishment, wondering briefly what on earth his boyfriend was trying to show him. Clearly, it wasn’t his pants, because, despite the perversely adorable pattern of black puppies cavorting on red-silk background, Remus had seen them before… many times before, in fact. And it wasn’t his penis because, even for Sirius, that would be vulgar. Could he possibly mean that weird bruise on his upper thigh? The one that he’d gotten after James accidentally hit him with a bludger and which looked vaguely like a rabbit? That, too, he’d seen many times before.
“Well?” asked Sirius, turning slightly to the left and extending his leg. “What do you think?”
Then Remus saw it, small and blue and exquisite. There, shining against the pale, perfect skin of Sirius’ thigh was a carefully rendered tattoo of the full moon, each crater and bright spot, perfectly captured. And, under it, in Sirius’ own elegant script were the words, “Each Night the Moon Kisses Secretly the Lover Who Counts the Stars.”
“Wow,” breathed Remus, astonished at both the beauty of the tattoo and Sirius’ continued capacity to astonish him.
“It’s Rumi, you know,” said Sirius. “The poem fragment, I mean. I got it from that dusty pile of poetry books you keep stashed beneath your bed. I read it and instantly thought of you, so full of beauty and secrets.”
Remus vaguely considered what, exactly, Sirius had been doing under his bed, but more strongly realized that he didn’t really care. All he could think about was the fact that Sirius, his boyfriend Sirius, had created the most beautiful thing imaginable in a place where only he would see it. Well, presumably - perhaps depending what Sirius wore to the movies over the hols. “It’s lovely, Pads,” he breathed. “Thank you.”
Remus was fairly sure there was a “you’re welcome” in there somewhere, but the next few minutes were filled with warm lips, hot breath, and roving hands. Despite the explosions, the glitter, the accusations, and the impending doom of dressing up in public for a Muggle movie, the holidays were turning out beautifully for Remus. He had friends who loved and defended him and a new tattoo on his sexy boyfriend to admire.
Sirius pulled Remus in tighter and flicked his wand to lock the bathroom door. Perhaps that little voice in the back of his head had been wrong in trying to warn him off confronting Snivellus. Things were certainly turning out well, after all.
Outside the bathroom, a rush of boisterous students filled the hallways with shouts of “Happy Christmas!” and “See you next term!” barely reaching the ears of the two kissing teenagers. Peter, James, and Lily walked amongst the chaos.
“Well, that was interesting,” said James with a laugh. He reached for Lily’s hand, happy his years of begging and bothering had finally paid off.
“Yeah, well, it was something,” said Peter. He adored his friends, but sometimes they were so… much. Still, he’d not trade places with anyone in the world and there was much to look forward to. “So, are we really all going to the movies over the hols?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” Lily replied.
“And do you think Remus will actually dress-up with us?”
Lily laughed. “He’d damn well better. He bloody owes me for that performance I did.”
“AGREED!” chorused the other two.
The trio made their way lazily down the hallway, heading toward Gryffindor Tower, throngs of happy students streaming by them. Just before the statue of Lachlan the Lanky (now all decked out in holiday finery), they encountered Severus leading a still somewhat dazed Delphinia down to the Hospital Wing. “Have a nice holiday!” Lily called out as they passed.
“WHICH MICE ARE GAY?” asked Delphinia.
Severus just grunted and pulled her on down the corridor. “Gay!” he muttered to himself darkly, “it certainly wasn’t turning out to be a gay holiday for him so far, though, admittedly, it had had more than its share of glitter.
But for the two Gryffindors, happily snogging their way through the first free hours of Christmas hols, the Yuletide season was finally shaping up quite nicely.
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Date: 2017-12-17 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-17 01:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-17 07:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-18 05:41 pm (UTC)And this:
Despite the explosions, the glitter, the accusations, and the impending doom of dressing up in public for a Muggle movie, the holidays were turning out beautifully for Remus. He had friends who loved and defended him and a new tattoo on his sexy boyfriend to admire.
I love a Remus that can actually accept that there are good things for him, and appreciating his friends this time of year (and, of course, his sexy boyfriend) just hit the perfect note.
Lovely job!
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Date: 2017-12-20 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-23 06:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-25 12:01 am (UTC)Diana and Delphine are amazing.
I died when Sirius dropped trou and Remus was like...I've seen this before darling. Honestly if my bf dragged me into a bathroom and proceeded to disrobe I would think the same. But what a lovely surprise!
Love it.
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Date: 2018-01-03 12:32 pm (UTC)