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Snape leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, staring straight ahead of him, seemingly looking through Marcella. It had been a foolish thing for her to do but, he now understood that it was just the way she was so, he remained surprisingly silent about it. Instead, he thought upon the possibilities. How would they smuggle the potion inside without notice and would it really work against dementors?
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