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Snape stood for a moment with his hand raised, ready to beat upon the door, when it opened to reveal Marcella. He immediately knew that something was wrong as soon as she began to speak. He had expected her to scold him, to rant at him, or simply refuse to talk to him altogether. But, she spoke in an even and forced tone, raising his suspicions as he took a few steps through the door and cast his glance around the room. It was then that he heard Marcella's plea for help.
As soon as the words left her lips, he appeared from behind a curtain. The anger Snape felt for this man thrust any shock that he would have felt upon seeing a dead man walking toward him out the open doorway. Colour appeared in Snape's pale countenance as the rage continued to boil up inside of him. The door to the Hospital Wing slammed shut once more, Marcella collapsed to the ground, screaming, and Darrin appeared in front of Snape. He sneered at the young man in front of him and his hand moved belatedly to his wand...
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