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Snape shifted uncomfortably where he was sitting on the steps. He wasn't entirely sure why he was so uncomfortable. While it was true that he wasn't used to spending time with his associates like this, he would normally have gotten up and left. But, something seemed to be keeping him here, despite his discomfort. Perhaps it was all the healing potions he had consumed of late.
He looked up to where she pointed. "Yes, Mars... associated with warfare, battles," he said, thoughtfully, vaguely recalling his studies from his youth.
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