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A slight smirk crept into his face. So, there was a way to break the cool confidence of Sintara Sinistra... "I'm glad to hear that I am no Gryffindor," he said, continuing in his soft voice. Again, as he had done on another occassion, he reached out towards her face. Except, this time, unlike the other, he had cradled her cheek in his palm, before he could stop himself. Snape wasn't sure what he was doing which made him want to slip away, back to his dungeons, alone; Severus Snape never did anything that wasn't calculated beforehand. But, as soon as his hand had touched the soft flesh of her face, he found himself rooted to the spot.
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