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Kristi stared at her father. She was sure that if she didn't stop him he'd be hugging her next. "Uh... yeah... thanks?" she said, not sure what the appropriate respond should be.
"But, about that Unforgivable, what did you do that... oh!" she said, picking it up from his mind. He'd never opened up his mind to her before... perhaps he truly was grateful that she was alive.
"Is Marcella really upset with me?" Kristi asked, tentatively.
Snape moved foward and put an arm around Kristi's shoulders. "Why don't you go up and ask her for yourself? I'll make us all some dinner."
Kristi walked up the stairs and peered into Marcella's room. When she wasn't there, Kristi crossed the hall, into her father's room. Marcella was perched atop his bed.
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