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Snape's smirk faded into a frown as we watched Marcella grieve for the boy who had caused her, and himself, so much grief. "Leave him," he said to Marcella, his voice still thick with anger, as he moved over to a sink and began to wash the blood from his face and hands. He would need someone else to examine this injury to the back of his head at some point, but for now, just getting the blood that had begun to dry on his face was enough.
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