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Proffesor Snape Immediately after the girl wrenched from her grip, the woman looked to Mister Andromalius with no expression other than that between annoyance, contempt, and the look you get when you need to decide between two priorities.
"Then, by all means, Demian, get your rest."
With a short nod of her head, so short it possibly wasn't a nod, she let the door close, and moved into the Alley, turning again to face the girl.
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You have no say over what I do or don't do." He said flipping his hair. Demian was very very VERY vain. "
Just... get on with your... shopping." He said looking at her. "
What is it you want to purchase from here anyway?"