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Petunia
glanced
around
.
The
playground
was
deserted
apart
from
themselves
and
,
though
the
girls
did
not
know
it
,
Snape
.
Lily
had
picked
up
a
fallen
flower
from
the
bush
behind
which
Snape
lurked
.
Petunia
advanced
,
evidently
torn
between
curiosity
and
disapproval
.
Lily
waited
until
Petunia
was
near
enough
to
have
a
clear
view
,
then
held
out
her
palm
.
The
flower
sat
there
,
opening
and
closing
its
petals
,
like
some
bizarre
,
many-lipped
oyster
.
"
Stop
it
!
"
shrieked
Petunia
.
"
It
's
not
hurting
you
,
"
said
Lily
,
but
she
closed
her
hand
on
the
blossom
and
threw
it
back
to
the
ground
.
"
It
's
not
right
,
"
said
Petunia
,
but
her
eyes
had
followed
the
flower
's
flight
to
the
ground
and
lingered
upon
it
.
"
How
do
you
do
it
?
"
she
added
,
and
there
was
definite
longing
in
her
voice
.
"
It
's
obvious
,
is
n't
it
?
"
Snape
could
no
longer
contain
himself
,
but
had
jumped
out
from
behind
the
bushes
.
Petunia
shrieked
and
ran
backward
toward
the
swings
,
but
Lily
,
though
clearly
startled
,
remained
where
she
was
.
Snape
seemed
to
regret
his
appearance
.
A
dull
flush
of
color
mounted
the
sallow
cheeks
as
he
looked
at
Lily
.
"
What
's
obvious
?
"
asked
Lily
.
Snape
had
an
air
of
nervous
excitement
.
With
a
glance
at
the
distant
Petunia
,
now
hovering
beside
the
swings
,
he
lowered
his
voice
and
said
,
"
I
know
what
you
are
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
You
're
...
you
're
a
witch
,
"
whispered
Snape
.
