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He looked down at her and tried to smile. He knew she was merely attempting to cheer the both of them up so, for once, he decided not to argue with her. No matter what he said, not matter the hopelessness of the situation, Snape acknowledged the fact that niether Marcella nor Kristi would allow him to rot away in Azkaban without putting up some sort of fight.
Snape pushed a strand of Marcella's hair behind her ear and continued to slowly pet the top of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair every so often. The temptation to redirect the destination of the carriage was so overwhelming, that for a few moments, he merely clung to her, like a security blanket. And, though he knew he was baring his weakness, he did not care.
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