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Snape watched as Tara was dragged off by the harpy and was once again, shocked, when she told him to sit with her daughter. Surely the sister would object? But, no, she was too worked up over a bit of blue hair. Sighing once again, Snape walked to the doorway and peered into the living room. Sitting on the couch was an almost perfect, miniaturized copy of Tara, excepting the blue hair. Tara had mentioned her being 8 which was only 3 years younger than the first years he taught. Of course, he had never been forced to sit next to one of them on a couch before, but he figured it couldn't be all that difficult. Besides, it was better than standing outside the kitchen door where he was certain the sister would come out and incense him even more.
The thought of being provoked sent Snape into the living room; he couldn't afford to lose his control. Dumbledore must have forseen this. Perhaps this was some sort of test to see if he was over his Deatheater tendancies. Dumbledore certainly had more than in Snape than he had in himself though, that had always been the case. Even when he occassionally slipped back into his old ways, enjoying his work a little too much during Deatheater activities as an undercover spy, Dumbledore maintained that Snape had a good heart that just needed a bit of guidance and a second chance.
Snape sat down on the opposite end of the couch, as far from the girl as possible and looked across the room to what she was staring at. It was a box sitting on a table with what appeared to be wizarding pictures with sound. But, the people... no, creatures, looked anything but real. They looked almost like children's drawings. Suddenly, the picture blacked out and, in place of the strange sponge with pants, there were children playing with toys. Snape leaned forward to watch the moving pictures on the screen, surprised at the strange muggle apparatus.
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