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Kristi looked up as she heard the door to the library open. She really should have gotten a seat towards the back of the library so, she could have avoided the distraction of the opening door. But, the noise was the least of her problems now because it was Nicolas Lestrange who had walked in. "Darn," she cursed under her breath.
She'd been hoping to avoid him so she could simply tell Marcella she hadn't seen the guy and therefore, couldn't possibly have asked him to go to the ball with her. Sighing, she lifted up her charms book and decided she would just have to lie. There was no way she was going to him.
Snape sat down at the head table and helped himself to some toast and juice. Most of the students in the hall eyed him, warily, but he paid no attention. He was too busy thinking about Marcella to notice, let alone, care. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly before taking a bite, vainly attempting to collect himself before he was required to go and teach.
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