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Stars and Sparring

Blaise Zabini x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: Beginning as rivals in the Dueling Club, they bond over shared experiences and vulnerabilities

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3.6k

Notes: N/A

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The halls of Hogwarts buzzed with excitement as students prepared for the meeting of the Dueling Club. Y/N, a clever and resourceful Ravenclaw, felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety. She had always been a strategic thinker, but dueling was a different kind of challenge. When she learned she would be paired with Blaise Zabini, a confident Slytherin known for his charm and skill, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves.

As Y/N entered the Great Hall, the long tables were filled with students chatting animatedly, their voices blending into a lively symphony of excitement. She spotted Blaise across the room, surrounded by his Slytherin friends. He leaned back casually in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips as he caught her gaze. Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to dismiss the way her heart raced at the sight of him. Focus, she reminded herself. She was determined to prove herself in the Dueling Club, no matter how infuriating her partner might be.

The practice session was chaotic. Students shouted incantations, and spells flew through the air like fireworks. Y/N and Blaise stood opposite each other on the practice mat, the tension palpable.

“Ready to lose, Y/N?” Blaise taunted, raising an eyebrow, his tone teasing but with an underlying challenge.

“Not if I can help it,” Y/N shot back, a confident smile on her face. “I’ve got a winning streak to uphold.”

“Ha! Is that what you call your last match? I thought it was a practice session for my victory speech,” he smirked.

“Cute, Zabini. Just remember, every great villain has to face a hero eventually,” Y/N quipped, feeling adrenaline coursing through her veins.

With that, they began. Y/N focused on her strategy, weaving between Blaise's spells with agility. The thrill of competition surged through her as she countered his attacks with calculated precision. The sound of magic crackling in the air fueled her enthusiasm. This is what I love, she thought, relishing the excitement of the duel.

Blaise was quick and skilled, but Y/N was relentless. As they sparred, playful banter filled the air. “You need to try harder than that, Zabini!” Y/N challenged, dodging a stinging hex and retaliating with a well-aimed disarming spell.

“Impressive,” Blaise remarked, genuinely surprised as Y/N disarmed him for the first time. “You’re not as predictable as I thought.”

“Neither are you,” Y/N replied, grinning. “Though you could use some more finesse. That last spell was…what’s the word? Amateurish?”

Blaise feigned offense, placing a hand on his heart. “Amateurish? How dare you! I’ll have you know I’ve been training since I could walk.”

“Oh really? Because it looks like you’re still learning how to stand,” she shot back, her laughter mingling with the chaos around them.

As the practice continued, Y/N found herself laughing more than she expected, appreciating Blaise's dry sense of humor and quick wit. With each duel, they began to understand each other’s fighting styles, leading to moments of mutual respect.

During a break, while the other students took a breather, Y/N and Blaise stood slightly apart from the group. Y/N wiped her brow, panting slightly, and caught Blaise observing her with an expression she couldn’t quite decipher. “What?” she asked, a playful challenge in her tone.

“Just wondering how a Ravenclaw ended up with moves like that,” he replied, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

“Oh, you’d be surprised what we Ravenclaws can do when it comes to…our moves,” Y/N said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “After all, intelligence isn’t just about books.”

Blaise chuckled, a genuine laugh that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. “Touché. But let’s be real, if you’re the hero, does that make me the dashing sidekick?”

“More like the comic relief,” Y/N teased. “I’ll have to rescue you from your own terrible one-liners.”

Blaise smirked, his confidence unwavering. “Well, someone’s got to keep things interesting. What’s a hero without a little drama?”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her at his compliment. “Maybe we should team up more often, then,” she suggested, her voice light but hopeful.

“Count me in,” he said with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just try not to embarrass me too much.”

“Embarrass you? Please, I’m just getting started,” Y/N replied, her smile widening.

Later that night, Y/N sought solace in the Astronomy Tower, her mind racing from the day’s events. The moonlight streamed through the tower’s archway, illuminating the stars above. She leaned against the railing, gazing up at the constellations, lost in thought about her dueling partnership with Blaise. He’s more than just a Slytherin, she mused, recalling the spark of laughter they shared.

To her surprise, the door creaked open, and in walked Blaise, his dark hair slightly tousled by the breeze. “I didn’t expect to find anyone else here,” he said, leaning casually against the wall.

Y/N chuckled, her heart fluttering at the sight of him. “I could say the same about you. Aren’t you supposed to be plotting something dastardly with the other Slytherins?”

“Please, I’m taking a break from my villainous duties tonight. Even a dark lord needs a moment to breathe,” he replied with a mock-seriousness, crossing his arms.

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the quiet of the tower enveloping them. The stars twinkled overhead, and Y/N felt a sense of calm wash over her as if the universe had conspired to bring them together in this moment.

“I needed to clear my head,” Blaise admitted, pushing off the wall to join her at the railing. “Today was... intense.”

“Intense is one way to put it,” Y/N replied, her voice teasing. “I wasn’t sure whether to duel or laugh. Honestly, I was ready to start charging admission for our little show.”

Blaise laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “I felt the same way. You’re a worthy opponent, Y/N. I underestimated you.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll let you off easy this time,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But next time, I might charge you for my wisdom.”

“Wisdom? Is that what you’re calling those dance moves you were doing?” Blaise teased, feigning seriousness as he looked her up and down. “I was half-expecting you to break into a choreographed number.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Please, my moves are an art form. If anything, you should be taking notes. How else will you keep up?”

Blaise raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, I see. You’re not just here for the stargazing; you’re here to give me a masterclass in dueling and dancing?”

“Exactly. Lesson one: dodge and weave with style. Lesson two: always look fabulous while doing it,” Y/N said with a playful flourish, pretending to demonstrate.

“I’m convinced,” he replied, chuckling. “I’ll be your most devoted student. But only if you promise to teach me your secret for not taking yourself too seriously.”

“Deal,” she said, her heartwarming at the easy rapport between them. “But be warned: my teaching methods might involve a few more duels.”

“Bring it on. Just remember, I’m the one with the real villainous flair,” Blaise shot back, flashing her a confident grin.

As they leaned against the railing, the stars above seemed to shine a little brighter, reflecting the new spark between them.

As they gazed up at the stars, the conversation flowed effortlessly, like a gentle stream. Y/N pointed out her favorite constellations, her voice soft and filled with wonder. “That one there is Orion. I always liked how it represents strength. The way he stands ready for battle, yet he also has a softer side.”

Blaise nodded, genuinely interested. “I can see why you’d relate to that. You’ve shown strength today—both in dueling and in not backing down from me.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm at the compliment. “Strength is more than just physical. It takes courage to face challenges head-on, even if it means partnering with your rival.”

Blaise’s expression shifted, the playful banter giving way to something more serious. “You know, Slytherins get a bad rap. Not everyone is out to stab you in the back.”

“I know that,” Y/N said, her tone gentle. “But house rivalries can make it hard to see past the stereotypes. There’s more to everyone if you look closely.”

“I guess you’re right. But sometimes, it feels easier to play the part everyone expects,” Blaise confessed, his gaze drifting to the stars. “Like I have to be ambitious and ruthless, but sometimes I just want to be… me. Someone who can appreciate the stars and not just the game.”

Y/N smiled softly, touched by his vulnerability. “You are more than your house. You’re clever, talented, and kind, even if you try to hide it behind a cool exterior.”

Their eyes locked, and Y/N felt a rush of emotions flood over her—admiration, warmth, and something deeper. The moment felt electric, charged with the potential for more than just friendship. They stood close, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions.

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed down the corridor, breaking the spell between them. They both turned, startled. “Guess we should get back,” Y/N said, her heart pounding as she tried to regain her composure.

Blaise nodded, but as they turned to leave, he paused. “Y/N... I know we started off a little odd, but I’ve really enjoyed our time together. Maybe we could meet here again?”

Y/N’s heart swelled at his words, a smile creeping onto her face. “I’d like that, Blaise. There’s more to you than just your reputation.”

“Good,” he said, a smirk returning to his lips. “Because I’d hate to lose my favorite Ravenclaw partner.”

“Only if you promise not to throw any hexes at me next time,” she teased, playfully nudging him.

“No promises,” he replied with a wink, as they both made their way toward the door, the night air still crackling with the energy of their connection.

The next day in the Great Hall, Y/N caught Blaise’s eye from across the room. He gave her a subtle nod, a flicker of warmth in his expression that sent a rush of excitement through her. It was a blend of nervousness and anticipation swirling in her stomach, making her feel alive.

During Dueling Club, the dynamic shifted between them. Their sparring sessions now carried a new layer, filled with unspoken feelings and stolen glances. Y/N was determined to impress Blaise, pushing her limits not just for herself but for him. Each spell she cast felt more meaningful, every movement more deliberate.

Blaise had a knack for reading her moves, predicting her strategies, and anticipating her next spell. It was as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly. With each session, they began to communicate without words, their shared understanding deepening with every clash of spells and every brush of their hands.

After another intense duel, they stood side by side, catching their breath. Y/N could feel the adrenaline still buzzing in her veins. Blaise turned to her, a soft smile illuminating his face. “You’ve improved so much. I’m lucky to have you as a partner.”

Y/N smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through her. “We make a good team, don’t we?”

“Absolutely. In fact,” he continued, his tone light but his eyes serious, “I think we should make it official. How about we keep practicing together, maybe even outside of Dueling Club?”

Her heart raced at the suggestion, a thrill coursing through her veins. “I’d like that,” Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “There’s so much more to explore together.”

Blaise’s smile widened, revealing a hint of mischief. “Great! We can work on some advanced techniques. I might even show you a few Slytherin tricks.”

“Oh, I’m intrigued,” Y/N teased, crossing her arms playfully. “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because we’re ‘official.’ You might end up eating dust.”

“Dust? Please. I’ll be the one serving you up a slice of humble pie,” he shot back, smirking. “Just make sure you don’t trip over your own wand.”

“Ha! As if I’d let a little clumsiness get in the way of my skills,” she retorted, a laugh escaping her lips. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ll be the one stumbling around once I unleash my secret weapon.”

“Secret weapon? You mean your dazzling charm and wit?” Blaise grinned, feigning seriousness. “That could knock anyone off their feet.”

“Oh, you’re too kind,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “But I was actually referring to my new disarming spell. It’s quite effective, you know.”

“Careful with that,” he warned, leaning closer with a smirk. “You might just disarm me of my dignity, and we can’t have that, can we?”

Y/N laughed, feeling the air crackle with their playful banter. “Dignity? For a Slytherin, I didn’t think you had any left to begin with!”

“Touché,” he conceded, a glint of admiration in his eyes. “But seriously, I think we make a formidable duo. Our combined talents could take down even the fiercest opponents.”

“Now you’re talking,” Y/N said, grinning. “Just wait until we face off against Gryffindor. They won’t know what hit them!”

As they resumed their sparring, the air was thick with a newfound energy—an unspoken promise of what was to come. Y/N felt invigorated, not just by the thrill of the duel but by the connection growing stronger between them. With each spell exchanged and every laugh shared, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N and Blaise found themselves drawn to each other. They spent more time together under the stars, exploring their shared interests and uncovering each other’s layers. Blaise introduced her to his favorite spots around Hogwarts, from hidden gardens to quiet alcoves where they could escape the noise of the castle.

One evening, they wandered outside, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the grounds. They stumbled upon a secluded grove filled with wildflowers, the air fragrant with their sweet scent. “This place is beautiful,” Y/N breathed, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Just like you,” Blaise replied, his voice low and sincere. Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at his words, warmth spreading through her. “I wanted to show you something special.”

As they sat among the flowers, they shared stories about their childhoods, their dreams, and their fears. Y/N opened up about her pressures to excel in Ravenclaw, explaining how it sometimes felt like she had to prove herself constantly. “It’s like I’m always trying to match up to this ideal of intelligence,” she confessed, her tone contemplative.

Blaise nodded, his expression serious. “I get that. It’s exhausting sometimes, isn’t it? The expectations of being a Slytherin can be suffocating. I feel like I always have to be better, to stand out in a crowd, but sometimes I just want to be… me.”

Y/N reached out, gently touching his arm. “You can be you, Blaise. With me, you don’t have to put up a front. I like you for who you are.”

Their eyes met, and Y/N felt a warmth spreading through her chest, the air crackling with the tension of unspoken feelings. Blaise leaned in slightly, searching her gaze for something, a question lingering in the air.

“So, if I were to show you my true self, does that mean I get to skip the usual ‘rival house’ dance routine?” he asked, his smirk breaking the seriousness of the moment.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head playfully. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to get too comfortable! There has to be some banter to keep things interesting.”

“Banter, huh?” Blaise feigned thoughtfulness. “I suppose I can manage that. But be warned—my wit is sharper than my spells.”

“Oh, is that a challenge?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, her competitive spirit igniting. “I think I can handle a bit of banter. You might want to bring your A-game.”

“Bring it? I’m practically a banter champion,” he declared, puffing out his chest dramatically. “Just don’t cry when I take the title.”

Y/N giggled, feeling a lightness in the air. “Cry? Please. You’ll be the one crying when I outwit you at every turn.”

Blaise chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Alright, then. It’s a friendly competition. But I can’t promise I won’t throw in a few well-placed distractions,” he said, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Distractions? Like trying to charm me with your flowery words?” she teased, a playful smile on her lips.

“Hey, it’s worked before,” he retorted, feigning offense. “But in all seriousness, I appreciate you letting me drop the facade. It means more than you know.”

Y/N smiled softly, touched by his sincerity. “You deserve to be seen for who you are, Blaise. The real you is someone worth knowing.”

In that moment, as they shared a lingering gaze, the tension between them shifted from playful banter to something deeper, a connection that felt like it was waiting to blossom. Blaise leaned in slightly more, and Y/N could feel the warmth radiating from him, drawing her closer.

“I’d like to explore more of that ‘real me’ with you,” he said softly, the words hanging in the air, full of promise.

“Then let’s start tonight,” Y/N replied, her heart racing as the stars twinkled above them, mirroring the spark of something beautiful between them.

“Can I ask you something?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Anything,” Y/N replied, her heart racing.

“Do you ever think there could be something more between us?” Blaise asked, his eyes earnest and searching.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She felt the weight of his question settle between them, a fragile yet potent moment. “I’ve thought about it,” she admitted, her heart pounding. “But I didn’t know if you felt the same.”

“I do,” he said, a small smile breaking through the tension. “I really do.”

With a shared understanding, they leaned closer, the world around them fading away. Just as their lips were about to meet, a loud noise echoed from the castle, jolting them apart. Y/N felt her cheeks flush, caught between exhilaration and embarrassment.

“Looks like we’re not alone after all,” Blaise said, chuckling lightly, trying to ease the tension.

“Maybe next time?” Y/N suggested, her heart still racing from the near kiss.

“Why wait…” his eyes glinting with mischief. “I mean, we’re already here, under the stars. Seems like the perfect setup for a romantic moment.”

“Is that your smooth Slytherin charm coming out?” Y/N teased, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

Blaise shrugged with a grin. “What can I say? I’m a natural at being charming... or at least I try to be. But seriously, we could have a moment, even with the castle full of noise. It’s all about perspective.”

“Perspective? Like how you’re pretending not to be nervous right now?” she shot back, her playful smile matching his.

“Me? Nervous? Never,” Blaise replied dramatically, placing a hand on his chest as if offended. “I’m as cool as a cucumber.”

“Right, because cucumbers are known for their charm,” Y/N quipped, her laughter mingling with the cool night air.

Blaise chuckled, leaning back against the grove's railing, pretending to contemplate her words. “Okay, fair point. But think about it: we could be the most infamous couple in Hogwarts history—a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin, defying the odds. That’s practically a bestseller waiting to happen.”

“Infamous, huh? Sounds like we’d be the stars of a scandal,” Y/N replied, feigning seriousness. “I can see the headlines now: ‘Ravenclaw and Slytherin: A Forbidden Romance.’”

“Exactly! Just imagine the drama,” he said, eyes sparkling with amusement. “We’d have to throw in a love triangle for good measure.”

“Of course! Nothing says ‘epic romance’ like a third wheel,” Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Let’s skip the triangle and focus on being the main act instead.”

“Agreed,” Blaise said, the playful tone shifting to something softer. “So, about that kiss…”

Y/N felt her heart race again, and she smirked, leaning in slightly as she whispered, “What if we practiced a little? You know, just to prepare for the inevitable headlines.”

“Practicing sounds reasonable,” he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. “But I warn you, I might be a natural.”

“Good thing I’m a fast learner,” Y/N shot back, and as she leaned in again, this time the anticipation crackled in the air.

Just before their lips met, another noise erupted from the castle, but this time, neither of them moved away. Instead, they both laughed softly, and Y/N finally whispered, “Let’s make it happen.”

Blaise smiled, the mischief in his gaze transforming into something more sincere. “Yeah. No more waiting.”

And as the moon cast a gentle glow around them, they closed the distance, the world around them fading once more as they finally shared that long-awaited kiss, a beautiful collision of laughter, warmth, and the promise of what was yet to come.

As they left the grove, hand in hand, Y/N felt a newfound sense of hope. Their connection had blossomed into something beautiful, a bond that transcended their houses. They walked side by side, their hands almost brushing, each moment filled with potential.

Underneath the same stars they had shared their secrets with, Y/N and Blaise were ready to embark on an adventure that would not only challenge their perceptions of each other but also redefine the boundaries between their houses. Together, they would navigate the complexities of their connection, fueled by the magic of Hogwarts and the infinite possibilities of the universe above.

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I’m honestly working the story and my Oc’s background information, because this is an old idea and an old story so please bare with some of the cringe! And I’m really jumping right into the story and I’ll upload her info once I get it finished! Thank yall for your patience!

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Maiara

    I walked onto the boardwalk, trying to find a tent to slip into to leave the crowd. I sighed as I pushed my way through the other teenagers  that were there. They were so annoying,  like most people my age but the surfers on the other hand were beyond aggravating and a hard to stomach at times. I don’t know how else to describe them besides that and that they are such arrogant dicks, and how most people really can’t stand them either. I  just try to steer clear of them, and don't fool with anyone affiliated with them because  nine times out of ten they’re insufferable too. I slipped into a tent with comic books, somewhat intrigued I begin to look around. Barely touching one comic before, "If your looking for the frozen yogurt bar, it closed down last summer." a voice rang out. I jumped slightly not expecting it but I turned towards the direction the voice was coming from, "Trust me I'm not. I also know it did. Seeing as I worked there last summer." I responded taking in the boy across for me appearance. He was average height with brown hair and a red bandanna draped across his forehead. 

    He raises an eyebrow at me, and looks off to the side. I turn my head to see another guy just standing there. He was a bit taller with lighter hair, i tilt my head slightly, "Yes?" I say. "Nothing. Just thinking." He replies and he looks away from me and back to what I’m assuming is his brother . I shrug and turn back to the first guy as well. After another moment of silence I open my mouth again to introduce myself. " Maiara. Its nice to meet you." I say. "Edgar Frog,and that's my brother Alan." Edgar says introducing himself and his brother with a jerk of his thumb. "Nice to meet you as well." Alan says dully. I brush it off with a smile.

"I honestly didn't know what this had turned into. I just wanted to get off the boardwalk. This setup is pretty nice though." I say. "Thanks. We run it for our parents." Edgar says.Something about the tone of his voice let me  know he was holding out on something with that statement,but I didn't say anything about it.I started looking around again for a little while answering a couple of questions Jerry and them and asking some in return. These two were quite the characters, I soon discovered. “ Hey Mar, I have another question for you.” Edgar says as he walks up to me once again, “Shoot.” I responded, not really thinking twice about my new nickname. “How do you feel about vampires?”  And I  can’t help but give him my full attention, I guess it was the sound of his voice that let me know it’s was a serious question. But I really didn’t have an answer, vampires weren’t something I thought about a lot. In a fictional or non fictional sense, “I can’t really say. I don’t think about them a lot to really form an opinion on them.” The brothers both stepped a little closer and something told me I wasn’t going to like what got said next, and I wanted an out. “Well we have something to change your mind-.” Edgar starts but I cut him off with a poorly timed excuse , "Thats  sounds cool but the crowd has settled a bit and I have to get back up the place I’m staying before it gets too dark!  See you later. Edgar and Alan." I say in a rush. "Later Maiara." They both say as i head out the tent. I know in hindsight i should have stayed to hear what he said but I don’t need any supernatural adventures to put on my plate. 

As I walk a little ways down from the tent and to the center of the boardwalk,   I stumbled onto a scuffle of sorts. An officer is choking a guy with his baton. I shake my head at the scene, lagging behind to see what happens, the cops says something to the blonde on his grasp and then o lets go of him. Saying something else that  I couldn't quite make out from where I was standing. I shift back a little bit more so I could   watch as they walked away without being spotted. They all seem to be collected despite being roughed up by the cop. And just when I think I’m home free I catch one of their eyes. My eyes widen and I hurried to look away from them. I couldn't  moved away fast enough from the carousel.  I wasn't meaning to attract attention to myself. 

   One I got past all of the attractions,  I hurried to my car, I struggled to get my keys out of my pocket. In the midst of me looking for my let’s, I felt someone watching me and a chill ran down my spine, hurrying my moments because I didn’t want to end up  on the back of a milk carton. With that thought I finally find my keys and leap into my car, shove the key into the ignition starting it, I got in and drove away from the boardwalk and to "Grandpa"  Emerson's house. I sped up  in part because I was on edge and slid because I already knew  that nobody was coming up or down the road. I got  there in one piece and got out of the car,and after making sure I locked my car doors,  I started walking up to the door with my key in hand, the feeling of being watching never once went away even as I drove so, as I turned the key I felt my heart beating even faster, like. I was on the verge of a panic attack. I breathed a sigh relief when I got in and locked the door. "Back late again I see. What's got you so shaken up this time?" "Grandpa" Emerson asks. "Nothing really. Just paranoid a little but I'm fine." I reply. "Okay. Well its time to hit the hay." He says. I chuckle at his words nodding my head. "Yeah sure." I say.  We both head up the stairs at our own pace and head our separate ways.  

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   I watched her walk into the house with a smirk on my face. Her paranoia was radiating off of her in pools. The other boys were shifting in the trees and I began to chuckle. I heard the door lock click and I burst into laughter.  "Looks like sweet cheeks doesn't want to let us in any time soon. "  That makes the others howl with laughter. "Lets go. We have an annoying guard to deal with." I say. "He always spoils our fun." "And our  little fights." I just scoff as we take off. We get back to the boardwalk just in time to see him heading to his car. Too bad he'll never make it back home. We soop down on him just to scare him a little bit.

   He instantly begins to struggle to hurry himself up. He struggles to open his car door now that he has it unlocked. 'Pathetic.' I think. 'All bark yet no bite.' 'Lets kill him now.' 'Can we?' The boys look at me. 'Go for it.'  They instantly attack his car. Ripping of the roof and dragging him out. The guard kicking and screaming as they fly off with him. He's going to be so much fun to drain. I know that much, I turn my head to see golden rays peep out. Thats how i know its time to head back in. Time flies by fast when you're raising hell, don't it?