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Snape sat down in the chair and crossed his arms over his chest as he scowled. He stared at the door to the Hospital Wing and allowed the silence to stretch between them. Impossible. Nothing he said was the right thing. Nothing he did seemed to help. Dumbledore was mistaken, Marcella did not need him here to help her recover, she needed him gone. "Happiness is always a fleeting emotion," he finally spoke, twisted away from her in the chair and still staring at the door.
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