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Snape surveyed the small restaurant before settling his gaze on Marcella, seated across from him. What was she thinking? Would she finally explain about the potion? He wanted to ask her but, decided she would tell him in her own time and no amount of questioning would help. In fact, he was sure she'd draw this out even further if he did, just to irritate him.
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