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Kristi clenched her fists beneath the table. It took every ounce of self control she possessed to keep her face from betraying her feelings. The desire to hex that smirk off Malfoy's face was so strong she had to look away. She spotted Marcella and her father talking then, they seemed to head off in different directions, Marcella towards them and her father towards the Staff table.
"Yes, you are right. We can spend some time together once we've eaten," he replied, letting go of her hand and reluctantly turning toward the Staff table.
He sat down in the chair Dumbledore indicated, right next to him. He had that look in his eye again which told Snape he was very disappointed. Snape knew he was in for an earful but, didn't really care. His eyes were focused on the table with Malfoy.
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