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Snape had turned to look at the fire but, looked back at Marcella when she commented on him having other uses. Her face remained as impassive as ever. Without a word, Snape took out his wand, extinguishing the few lamps he had lit in the early morning light. The draperies still closed, the fire remained the only source of light in the room. "Very well," he said, leaning his head back against the chair, though his eyes remained open.
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