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Snape lowered his hands and looked into Marcella's narrowed, swollen eyes. "It has been my job to protect you since I took you away from Durmstrang," he said. He wasn't ready for this conversation, yet. He needed time to be alone, to recover from what he had just done. But, at the same time, he couldn't leave until he was sure Marcella was taken care of. The thought to open the door and ask for assistance from the nurse never even entered his mind.
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