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Snape was beside himself with mirth. This tree would be the source of much amusement. "Idiots," he managed to mumble to himself as he watched the students try and outwit the tree, which he was now sure, was a whomping willow, a quite violent breed of tree.
His amusement was shortlived, however, when the headmaster made his appearance. It was time for Snape to slither back into the castle, before he could be caught out of bed at such a late hour. Resisting the urge to stay and watch the Gryffindors take a verbal beating, Snape reluctantly left the scene of the crime and crawled into bed.
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