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"
Definitely
,
"
said
Snape
,
and
even
with
his
poorly
cut
hair
and
his
odd
clothes
,
he
struck
an
oddly
impressive
figure
sprawled
in
front
of
her
,
brimful
of
confidence
in
his
destiny
.
"
And
will
it
really
come
by
owl
?
"
Lily
whispered
.
"
Normally
,
"
said
Snape
.
"
But
you
're
Muggle-born
,
so
someone
from
the
school
will
have
to
come
and
explain
to
your
parents
.
"
"
Does
it
make
a
difference
,
being
Muggle-born
?
"
Snape
hesitated
.
His
black
eyes
,
eager
in
the
greenish
gloom
,
moved
over
the
pale
face
,
the
dark
red
hair
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
does
n't
make
any
difference
.
"
"
Good
,
"
said
Lily
,
relaxing
.
It
was
clear
that
she
had
been
worrying
.
"
You
've
got
loads
of
magic
,
"
said
Snape
.
"
I
saw
that
.
All
the
time
I
was
watching
you
...
"
His
voice
trailed
away
;
she
was
not
listening
,
but
had
stretched
out
on
the
leafy
ground
and
was
looking
up
at
the
canopy
of
leaves
overhead
.
He
watched
her
as
greedily
as
he
had
watched
her
in
the
playground
.
"
How
are
things
at
your
house
?
"
Lily
asked
.
