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"What?" he growled, stopping for a moment, grabbing at Lestrage to stop him, as well.
Snape was livid and stood, just holding onto Lestrange's robes, staring at him as thoughts raced through his mind. What was she doing rummaging around in his things; touching his private pictures; showing them to others? Those were his, for his eyes only, no one was to touch them, let alone look at them. And this boy had the gall to comment on his and Marcella's problems. "Putting ourselves through what, exactly?" he asked through clenched teeth, trying to determine just how much he knew of what they were going through.
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