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Snape cursed at himself under his breath at the sound of Professor Sinistra's voice. He leaned back in the chair again, his pale throat bared as he allowed his head to fall back. He lifted a cool hand to his temple and massaged it for a brief moment before lifting his head again. "I apologize," he said, his face now composed into its usual look of disdain. "You were saying? About badgers, I believe?" he asked, attempting to rejoin the conversation where he had left it.
Dumbledore smiled at the youngest Weasley, though the sparkle was gone from his eyes. "No thank you, Miss Weasley, your brothers have been most hospitable," he said and then, gestured to the chair opposite him, his expression, serious. "Why don't you come join us?"
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