Ginny was surprised to receive an invitation to Professor Slughorn’s newly-reconstituted Slug Club, a social order for those Slughorn believed hadspecial potential; she was a first year Weasley whose most notable academicachievement so far was her performance in her first Defense Against the DarkArts class. The Weasleys were a proud family, but not particularly prestigiouswithin the magical community; certainly not prestigious enough to help ingetting a Slug Club invitation. Ginny was the only first year invited; therewere few second years, either, and Slughorn was spending most of his timecomplaining that one of them hadn’t shown up.
“I don’t mean to insult any of you,” said Professor Slughorn, “but he was theone I was most excited to meet.”
“I could bother him about it for you, if you’d like,” said Hermione.
“Oh, don’t feel obligated,” said Professor Slughorn. “…but I really wouldappreciate it.”
“Professor Slughorn?” said Ginny. “I have a private question.” The PotionsMaster smiled and lowered his voice.
“Yes, Ginevra?” said Professor Slughorn.
“Why am I here?” said Ginny. “I don’t mean - I mean - I don’t really see whatseparates me from the other first years. I haven’t really done much yet. Is itjust because you heard about the points I earned from Professor Lockhart?”
“I did hear about that,” said Professor Slughorn. He lowered his voice evenmore, as he was speaking about very confidential matters. “But that wasn’t thereason. I was thinking about you, in the aftermath of your little problem. AndI realized a very positive secondary – or, I suppose you could say primary –implication of that problem. Have you noticed it?”
“I’m afraid that I haven’t, Professor Slughorn,” said Ginny.
“Ginny,” said Professor Slughorn, “in magical terms, you are a third seventhson.” This hit Ginny like several tons of bricks, and she very seriouslywondered why she hadn’t thought of it before Professor Slughorn pointed itout. Seventh sons, and recursive seventh sons, had no inherent magicalproperties, but they were the subject of various truly ancient prophecies,particularly third seventh sons. Families that believed in those prophecies,such as the Weasleys, were inclined to have many children in an attempt toattain seventh sons that could potentially be the subjects of thoseprophecies. According to the ancient definition of the “seventh son” concept,no girls could be born between any of the sons, and so it was easy for afamily to get out of the running. Still, it was no surprise that seventh sonsshould naturally spring up more in the families that believed in theprophecies concerning them, regardless of whether they were true. “Septimus”,Ginny’s grandfather’s name, literally meant “seventh”. “Arthur”, her father’sname, came from a Muggle hero associated with Merlin. As far as Ginnypreviously understood, the Weasleys had finally run out of luck, at the lastpossible minute, when she was born. But apparently not, apparently that hadonly been the obvious interpretation, and not the true one.
“Oh,” said Ginny. “I suppose that I am.”
“And that, in combination with your unexpected Sorting, strongly suggested tome that you are destined for great things,” said Professor Slughorn.
“Thank you,” said Ginny, quietly, and Professor Slughorn smiled and nodded.Ginny slipped back into the crowd, and tried to reroute her train of thoughtto where it had been before. There was no immediate course of action Ginnycould think to take, nothing about her current life to reconsider or change,originating from this newfound knowledge of her status as a third seventh son.Therefore, there was no point in letting it consume her. She should return toher previous directive:
“Hey, Draco?” said Ginny; she fumbled for a clipboard with a signup sheetattached to it.
“Yes?” said Draco, more intrigued already than she had expected.
“I’m forming a club for Hogwarts students,” said Ginny, “and I wanted to knowif you’re interested.”
“What is it?” said Draco.
“It’s sort of a Harry Potter fanclub,” said Ginny, “with a special emphasis onstudying the Methods of Rationality that he’s provided so we can raise oursanity waterline.” Ginny had looked at the list of preexisting student clubs afew days prior, and had been surprised to find that no such thing alreadyexisted. Well, see a need, fill a need, that’s how you get ahead. (Moreadvanced Slytherins alternately use the “make a need, fill a need” formula.)
“Hmm,” said Draco. “It sounds very interesting, but I’m afraid I’ve alreadymet Harry Potter, and spoken to him at length. I haven’t read the Methods ofRationality, but from what I’ve heard, I suspect he’s already conveyed thesame concepts in conversation with me.” Ginny tried not to show her jealousyregarding this. “I suspect Blaise and Tracey would be interested, though, andI wish you good luck.”
“Thank you,” said Ginny, and Draco gestured farewell and left to mingle. Well,that was disappointing – it was a shame to miss out on someone so close toHarry, but at least he’d been amicable about it. Ginny decided not to askHermione – she probably had her own private one-person Harry Potter fanclubalready. Soon, Ginny would have her own private network of people whounderstood her deep personal connection with Harry Potter.
“Is this a cult?” asked Sheila Carrow. Ginny wanted to bury her head in herhands in frustration, but she had too much dignity for that. She was leadingover two dozen people, many of them older than herself, people who she hadpersonally convinced to come to this abandoned classroom at this time. Shewould have to maintain her composure.
“No, and I’m offended by your insinuation,” said Ginny.
“I’m sorry,” said Sheila. Ginny nodded, and set off some small fireworks herbrothers had lent her. None of them were present, despite at least Fred andGeorge expressing admiration for Harry at points in the past; Ginny suspectedthis had something to do with her being their little sister. Another notableabsence was Luna, who, despite her ongoing friendship with Ginny, had declinedher invitation to this first meeting; although at least she had said that thiswas because she needed to catch up with the Methods of Rationality beforeattending any meetings.
“The first meeting of the Harry Potter fanclub is now in session,” said Ginny.She scanned the room; the club’s members were mostly from the first threeyears, though, to her dismay, Lesath Lestrange had also chosen to come to themeeting. Whether this was a result of his unusual interest in Harry Potter orsomething more sinister was anybody’s guess. His presence was balanced out byCedric Diggory, another older boy who was better-regarded. “To start out, whohere has read the Methods of Rationality?” About half of those attendingraised their hands. “Alright. Anyone who hasn’t should by the next meeting, orat least start. They’re a really quick read; you won’t have any troublegetting through them.”
“What are the Methods of Rationality?” asked Colin, right on script.
“I’m glad you asked,” said Ginny. “The Methods of Rationality are Harry’snewsletter, except, instead of covering current events, he covers techniquesfor how he thinks, and how we can think, if we try. How to think rationally,how to be less wrong. There’s a new installment every Friday. His mission isto try to make wizards smarter on average, and given that he’s Harry Potter, Ithink he’s going to succeed, and we’re going to have to keep up or else beleft behind.”
“What if it’s a trick,” said a first year Gryffindor named Karissa, “and he’strying to make us dumber so he’ll have an easier time taking over the world?”
“That’s an interesting hypothesis,” said Ginny, “but you don’t need to takeHarry’s tips on faith. They work through pure reason. If the Methods ofRationality told us to think in a way that didn’t make sense, that would beblatantly out of line with the rest of it. Thank you for the question.”
“If all of us are smarter, won’t Harry have a harder time leading us?” saidLesath. “I don’t want to be so stupid that I fail him, but I wouldn’t want tobe smart enough that I could accidentally unravel one of his plots.” Ginnywasn’t sure how to take this.
“Um, I’m pretty sure that’s not how Harry would want you to think,” saidGinny. “Read the Methods. Now, let’s talk club structure. We are meeting on aweekly basis, on Mondays. My current plan is that I, Ginny Weasley, will bethe Club President, and my assistant, Colin Creevey, will be the Club VicePresident.”
“Doesn’t ‘president’ mean that you’re elected?” said Tracey.
“Are we going to vote on this?” said Blaise.
“No!” said Ginny. A pause. “Um, maybe later if there’s interest in an electionwe can hold one.”
“I’m running for Club President!” said Blaise.
“What’s the third Method of Rationality?” said Ginny. Silence. “I thought so.So. What would Harry want us to do with our time at our fanclub meeting?”
“Discuss current events, and the grievous issues facing the wizarding world?”said Colin.
“That’s a good idea!” said Ginny. “What are some problems out thereterrorizing the world that you think need solutions?”
“Blood purists?” suggested Penelope.
“A bit inflammatory,” said Ginny. “But yes, true, absolutely. Blood purism isfundamentally irrational because I doesn’t match the evidence, and on top ofthat it’s a hate movement, which is a generally bad thing to associateyourself with. Interbreeding with Muggles and Muggle-borns consistently has noeffect on strength of magic; a better explanation for the slow decline of someaspects of magic is the Interdict of Merlin, which hopefully won’t continue toweaken us thanks to the rise of modern communication infrastructures. I’m notsure if blood purism is really the kind of problem we can look for a solutionto, though. It probably would have faded out on its own if not for the actionsof Voldemort, who is finally well and truly gone, though at great cost. Mycondolences to all present whose loved ones died at his hands. Any otherproblems facing the wizarding world today?”
“Our government kind of sucks,” said Tracey.
“Bureaucratic inefficiency!” said Ginny. “A truly ancient problem that Muggleshave had little more success fighting than ourselves. Any suggestions on howwe could reform the Ministry of Magic to be more operational?” A pause, aspeople thought.
“I can’t think of anything,” said Tracey.
“Try to think for at least five minutes before you tell me that,” said Ginny.
“What if we started an intergovernmental body that slowly overtook andreplaced all of the world’s magical governments, including the Ministry ofMagic?” said Blaise.
“That would probably just make things worse,” said Tracey.
“We should try to fix the system from within,” said Cho. “Vote in officialswho are saner than the current average until everything improves.”
“Literally everybody has been trying that forever,” said Tracey.
“That’s a good point, Tracey,” said Ginny. “We’re far from the first people tothink of this problem, so we shouldn’t expect to come up with a workingsolution in an afternoon.”
“No,” said Tracey. “I mean, we should try to fix the system from outside.Start a violent revolution.”
“That sounds like fun,” said Colin, and Ginny shot him a look.
“I heard Hermione has a phoenix,” said Flora.
“She’s probably going to be the next Minister of Magic,” said Hestia.
“I’ve never seen her with a phoenix,” said Ginny, skeptical and hoping toreroute the conversation to Harry-Potter-related matters.
“It’s true,” said Cho. “She tries not to appear with it in public but sheshows it off all the time in the Ravenclaw Common Room.”
“They say that’s how she wiped out Azkaban,” said Flora.
“Azkaban was decommissioned by the Ministry of Magic and replaced with theAzkaban Memorial Museum,” said Ginny.
“Oh, so you believe the official story?” said Hestia.
“I thought one of the Methods of Rationality was to doubt everything,” saidFlora. Ginny screamed, and then clapped her hand over her mouth.
After the disaster that had been the first meeting, Ginny didn’t want to goon, and was considering disbanding the Harry Potter fanclub as soon aspossible. She very well might have, had Harry Potter himself not made asurprise appearance at the second meeting.
“I heard you started a fanclub?” said Harry. He was a few minutes early,though most of the members were already there, milling about, waiting for themeeting to start.
“Yes,” said Ginny, and blushed. Harry Potter was talking to her. Harry Potter.This was what she had always wanted. This was literally the best case scenarioof starting a Harry Potter fanclub, which she had quickly dismissed asunlikely.
“I’m interested to see what you put together,” said Harry.
“I’m the Club President, and Colin’s the Club Vice President,” said Ginny.“We’re studying the Methods of Rationality.”
“Oh! Harry!” said Sheila, cutting in. “I’m so glad to see you. I have aquestion that I’ve desperately been meaning to ask you.”
“Yes?” said Harry. Sheila shielded her mouth and lowered her voice.
“Is this a cult?” asked Sheila. Harry got the most baffled look on his face.
“What?” said Harry. “No, of course not.” An awkward silence. “Um, Ginny, couldyou excuse me for a moment?”
“Of course,” said Ginny. Harry left the room, and Ginny suspected that sheheard barely-contained laughter as he did. “Sheila! What have you done? Youdrove Harry off!”
“I’m sorry,” said Sheila. “I’m just really afraid of joining a cult. I trustyou and I trust Harry, but you can never be too careful, right?” Ginny wantedto push the matter further, but, to her delight and surprise, Harry wasalready back, and dragging a large chest with him.
“Hey, you wouldn’t mind if I took over this club, would you?” said Harry.
“Of course not!” said Ginny.
“Alright,” said Harry. “Then I’m the Club President, now, and you’re the ClubVice President.”
“What about me?” said Colin. Harry pondered this.
“You can be the Club Secretary of State,” said Harry.
“What’s that?” asked Ginny, gesturing to Harry’s chest.
“A chest full of Muggle clothes,” said Harry, opening it to reveal dozens ofidentical tee-shirts and pairs of jeans. “The Methods of Rationality areMuggle thinking techniques, so it’s only fitting that you should wear Mugglegarments while studying them to get in the right spirit.”
“That makes sense,” said Ginny. At this point, Luna entered the room.
“Hi, Ginny!” said Luna, ignoring Harry. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here earlier.I had a problem with a Faldron-”
“What’s that?” said Ginny.
“A Faldron,” said Luna. “It’s a little creature that takes up residence inyour cauldron, and then it’s just about impossible to get rid of.”
“I’ve never heard of a Faldron,” said Blaise.
“That doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” said Luna.
“Read the Methods,” said Blaise. Luna just stared at him.
“Here are your tee-shirt and jeans,” said Harry. “Change into them before themeeting starts.”
“Alright,” said Luna, taking them from him, thinking little of it, leaving theroom alongside several other girls. When Ginny got back, the room looked verydifferent. Harry had removed the room’s normal lighting and replaced it withcandles; the room was much dimmer, now. Flora and Hestia Carrow were standingside-by-side across from the door, holding hands, humming rhythmically in alow register, wearing their new clothes. Harry had also removed all of theroom’s furniture, and was directing everyone to sit in a circle on the floor.
“Greetings, my young apprentices,” said Harry, when he was satisfied thateveryone had changed. He was standing above Lesath, who looked particularlyfunny in his ill-fitting uniform. “I am the new President of the Harry Potterfanclub, or, as it shall now be known, the More Sane Squad, because we haveused our arcane knowledge of rationality to become more sane than the rest ofthe world. I am your instructor and your mentor in all intellectual matters.When I speak, you will respond with ‘yes, Harry’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Harry,” mumbled Harry’s new ensemble.
“We are the next generation, who will inherit the world,” said Harry. “Youwill all take control much more rapidly than expected, and under my command.You will not always know what is best, and under such circumstances I willinform you of what you want and how to get it. Sometimes, it will be for thebest that you question me, but I will tell you when that is the case.Understood?”
“Yes, Harry,” said everyone present, except for those who had begun hummingwith Flora and Hestia, and Luna, who had crossed her arms and lookeddistinctly unimpressed.
“Lesath Lestrange,” said Harry, not even bothering to look down at him, “wouldyou sacrifice part of your magic forever for the advancement of my goals?”
“Yes, Lord,” said Lesath.
“Yes, Harry,” said Harry.
“Yes, Harry,” said Lesath.
“Good,” said Harry. “At the conclusion of the meeting, I will have as many ofyou as possible make Unbreakable Vows of loyalty to me. Given my own status asa Master Rationalist, this will only serve to make you more rational andimprove your lives. Do you all find this acceptable?”
“Yes, Harry,” murmured the crowd.
“Perfect!” cried Harry, and he began to laugh in a perfect impression ofProfessor Quirrell. “Do you all revoke all ties to your family, your friends,and your most deeply-held-beliefs, to serve rationality and only rationality,as it manifests before you, as me?”
“Yes, Harry,” said the crowd.
“Do you revile cognitive blocks in any form in which they prevent themselves,and will you believe me when I tell you that you are suffering from one, andit needs to be corrected?” asked Harry.
“Yes, Harry,” said the crowd.
“Would you give your life at a moment’s notice on my orders, whether for sucha noble purpose as to save my life, or for such a petty one as to make a pointto an enemy?” asked Harry.
“Yes, Harry!” said the crowd.
“I want to see bowing!” shouted Harry. “No, not half-hearted couple-of-musclebows, full-body bows! I want to see chests on the floor! That’s better!Lesath!”
“Yes, Harry!” said Lesath.
“Lead the Squad in a round of ‘hail the Dark Lord Harry!’” said Harry.
“Yes, Harry!” said Lesath. “Hail the Dark Lord Harry!”
“Hail the Dark Lord Harry!” said the crowd, now a bit confused.
“You lied!” shouted Sheila, ending the procession. Everyone stared at her.“You lied to me! This is a cult!” The candles all reached a simultaneous end,and the room’s regular lighting returned. Harry gestured for the humming tostop.
“Yes,” said Harry, “and how long did it take you to figure that out?” Harrystared at Sheila, but she had no answer. He addressed the crowd. “Much of whatI’ve said in the past few minutes was facetious, to teach a lesson,particularly to Sheila, but also to all of you.” Ginny was relieved to hearthis; on some level she had enjoyed Harry’s game but on some level she hadbeen getting worried about how far it would go. “You can’t just believe oraccept things I say because I say them. I’m just one of you. If I convince youof something, it should be through pure logic and reason, not simply because Ideclare it to be so. You need to decide things for yourself. And obviously youcan’t just ask someone if they’re starting a cult. If they were, they wouldn’ttell you. You need to make observations and derive conclusions from themyourself.”
“I’m sorry,” said Sheila. “I’m just really afraid of joining a cult. Myparents were in one, and it killed them both.” Harry was momentarily leftcompletely speechless.
“I’m sorry,” said Harry, finally, and in the same moment, Ginny noticed thatLuna had slipped out; she was gone.
“Luna!” said Ginny, catching up with her in a hallway looking out on thelargest stairwell in the castle.
“How did your cult meeting go?” said Luna. Her voice was acidic in a way fewhad ever heard it.
“It wasn’t actually a cult,” said Ginny. “It was just a joke Harry was playingto teach us a lesson. Maybe it was a bit misguided…”
“That sounds an awful lot like an excuse to me,” said Luna. “But it explainssomething. I’ve been reading the Methods of Rationality, and they’reinteresting, a bit pretentious at times, but interesting, they have some goodpoints. And Harry, as I understood him from his writing, was acting completelyout-of-character just now in that room. So I guess it makes sense that it wasall just an act. Of course, it could be his writing that was all just an act.Or maybe both. So how did the rest of the meeting go?”
“Everything just kind of got more and more cultish,” said Ginny, “to the pointof absurdity, really, until Sheila screamed that she’d been lied to and itwas a cult. At which point Harry stopped everything and revealed that it hadall been a lesson for Sheila’s benefit, to show her that it was stupid andpointless to ask someone if they were starting a cult, because they would lieif they were, and then there was this awkward moment where Sheila revealedthat the reason she was so concerned was because she was deathly afraid ofwinding up like her parents, and then I noticed you were gone. And then themeeting returned to normal, pretty much. Everything from the first part of themeeting was discarded, except for the name ‘The More Sane Squad’, becauseHarry really liked that, I guess.”
“Goody,” said Luna, still dripping with sarcasm.
“And then I decided I had to know where you went and why, so I asked Harry ifI could duck out early to find you,” said Ginny.
“You went after me?” said Luna, her tone changing on a dime to its usualstate. “That’s very sweet.” She smiled and sat on a nearby bench; Ginnyfollowed suit. “As for why I left… Well… The meeting was exactly what I wasworried it would be.”
“But you said it was wildly out-of-character,” complained Ginny.
“Yes, but only in how quick and obvious it all was,” said Luna. “Even if itwas all a joke, I still suspect that the More Sane Squad is going to turn intoa cult. Gradually and subtly, maybe, but still. Harry thinks he doesn’t haveto worry about that, because he’s caught on to how all religions go, bigdeadly irrational cults. But he hasn’t actually fixed the problem at all, he’sjust created a ‘cognitive blind spot’, as he calls it, and his little bubbleof ideology is going to balloon like all religions do, into a cult, withfollowers unquestioningly taking his little kernels of wisdom and worshipinghim as an idol or God. Irrationality from rationality. Tragic, really.”
“Um, Luna,” said Ginny. She had trouble getting this out.
“What is it?” said Luna. “You sound stressed.”
“I know Harry doesn’t agree with me on this…” said Ginny. She struggled tofind the words, and grasped for the fine golden chain around her neck. “But Idon’t actually think religion is an inherent irrationality. I’m not anagnostic, and I’m certainly not an atheist.”
“What are you?” said Luna.
“I’m an Eastern Samothrace Orthodox Wizard Christian,” said Ginny. Lunaconsidered this.
“I’m sorry,” said Luna, “but that’s much more ridiculous than anything Ibelieve. Filled to the brim with internal contradictions. Does ‘thou shalt notsuffer a witch to live’ ring a bell?”
“It only says that in the Muggle Bible,” said Ginny, taking on a tone of calmexplanation rather than protest. “It’s an issue of translation; the wordMuggles translate as ‘witch’ translates more accurately as ‘demon-summoner’.”
“Alright,” said Luna, “but even if God exists, which is an entirely differentargument, why on Earth would you think that your specific sect, of all of thehundreds or thousands of competing ones, happens to be the correct one?”Something deep inside Ginny broke at that moment, and it would be long beforeshe realized what that was.
“It’s just a set of several different beliefs,” said Ginny. “If it turns outthat I’m wrong on the most specific ones, which I’m willing to accept as apossibility, then I still have my confidence in the less specific ones, whichwas already higher anyway. First, I’m a theist, then, I’m a Wizard Christian,then, I’m Eastern Samothrace Orthodox.”
“What do you believe, and why do you believe it?” asked Luna.
“As a theist, I believe that the Lord God created the universe,” said Ginny.
“Alright,” said Luna. “Who is that?”
“The creator of the universe,” said Ginny.
“Circular reasoning,” said Luna. “Who is that? Go into some level ofidentifying detail, that separates him from the gods of other religions.”
“His name is Yahweh,” said Ginny. “He selected the Jews as His chosen people,and led and protected them for many eons. He is omniscient, omnipotent, andomnibenevolent. As a Wizard Christian, I believe that He sent His only son todie for our sins-”
“Define sins,” said Luna.
“Ways we fall short of the glory of God, through disobedience,” said Ginny.“Because we’re all imperfect, we have all committed sins, and unless thosesins are balanced out, none of us can ascend to Heaven. By suffering throughthe Crucifixion, and three days in Hell before His Resurrection, Jesus Christ,the son of God, atoned for all of our sins and gave us all the gift of eternallife in Heaven.”
“Alright,” said Luna. “Go on.”
“Jesus Christ was also a father,” said Ginny. “His wife Mary Magdalene borehis children. While the human aspect provided by Mary Magdalene meant that Hischildren lacked the perfect intelligence and morality of God, they possessedsome small fraction of His power, and those children became the firstwizards.”
“I’m sorry,” said Luna, “but that’s blatantly counterfactual. We have plentyof records and even magical artifacts predating Christ, for example fromancient Egypt. Wizards are descended from Atlantis, not from Jesus.”
“Atlantis was lost to time,” said Ginny. “We have no idea when it was foundedor when it was destroyed. It’s even possible that it hasn’t been founded yet;the fallout from the destruction of Atlantis violated the Time-Turner rules oftime travel and-”
“Complexity penalty,” said Luna. “You’d need to find some way to travelthrough time further than six hours without being eaten by Nargles.”
“There’s no such thing as Nargles,” said Ginny.
“There’s no such thing as God,” said Luna. Ginny glared at Luna but did notdirectly respond to her.
“As an Eastern Samothrace Orthodox Wizard Christian,” said Ginny, “I believethat the true church was the one founded in Eastern Samothrace by theconverted Muggle Pliny the Younger; it later fell into the control of wizardsand was being managed by the Bishop Gregor when, as prophesized, it wasransacked and burnt by invaders.” And the third seventh son will rebuild thechurch and bring wizardkind back to the light, Ginny thought, but didn’t say.“The church has never been rebuilt despite several attempts, but EasternSamothrace Orthodoxy remains the most common sect of Wizard Christianity.”Which is dwindling, as the wizarding world is secularizing even faster thanthe Muggle one, Ginny also thought, but also didn’t say.
“A very interesting story,” said Luna, “but you skipped the most importantquestion. Why do you believe it?” Ginny tried to say something, but couldn’t.“You can’t answer me, but you know the answer. It’s because it’s what yourparents believe. If your parents had been Djinn Muslims, you’d have justfinished telling me the fascinating story of Djinn Islam. If your parents hadbeen Wizard Buddhists, you’d have just regaled me with the story of Buddha andhow his wisdom improves your inherent magical power. And if your parents hadbeen normal like mine, you wouldn’t have a story at all and we wouldn’t behaving this conversation. The More Sane Squad? You’re no more sane than I am.I didn’t agree with everything in the Methods of Rationality, but at least Iunderstood them.”
“Luna,” started Ginny, slowly. “You’ve given me a lot to think about. Do youthink you could leave me alone for a while, and then we can talk again?”
“Sure,” said Luna, and she stood up. “And you can go on being a WizardChristian if you like. But if you do, please never bother me about beingrational again.” Luna left, reconsidered, came back, hugged Ginny, and thenactually left.
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