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Snape was relieved to find Marcella sleeping as he quietly picked up his wand from the table. The urge to reach out and gently stroke her bruised and swollen face, was so great that he had to quickly turn his gaze and began to walk back to the antechamber. She was frighteningly pale and he feared to leave her alone for very long. He pointed his wand at his robes which suddenly became clean and levitated so that he could more quickly put them on. He didn't bother fastening the buttons or putting on his shoes until he was back at Marcella's bedside.
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