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Frustrated, almost to the point of physical violence, Snape ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it, and let out a deep breath. The small amout of in his scalp due to pulling his hair helped to anchor him and prevented him from striking out at the cause of his frustration. Nevertheless, he found his feet carrying him over to the bed upon which Marcella was perched. Standing over her, he found he had nothing to say.
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