 Technically technical all the time Bookaholic
Snape lay on the cold, hard, cell floor. He was so weary and didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold on to his sanity. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, trying to force the dementor-induced visions from his mind. As he concentrated, he could just hear the faint voice of Marcella, calling his name. Sitting up, he tried to call back to her, forgetting about his request for her to forget him.
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