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Snape felt the brush of her hair on his face. He hadn't realized the awkwardness of their positions when he had grabbed for her, but he couldn't fail to notice it now that she was steady. He dropped his hands and smoothed out his shirt. "I'm sorry," he said and cleared his throat. Then, making a sweeping gesture with his hand, his hair falling out from behind his ears, "This is my workarea."
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