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Snape tore the sheets from himself and stalked over to his wardrobe. He threw on some clothes and stormed into his office, all hope of sleep lost. He stopped short at the sight of Kristi stooped over a cauldron and wondered what it was she was brewing, hoping it wasn't another one of those potions she had been experimenting with last year. As he walked over he caught the unmistakable scent of a sleeping draft; one look in at the bubbling concoction confirmed his assessment of the aroma.
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