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It was dark in the office.  A single candle was lit at the end of the large oak desk.  Its flame shimmered steadily, a small tear of wax slid down the side. The only sound was that of the snoring headmasters at the far end of the room.          Snape put down his quill.  He sighed quietly and rested his head on his hands.  He studied the shadowed room until his eyes settled on the flame and his mind was transported back to his 4th year at Hogwarts.   ---- The smell of the pumpkin and cinnamon wax drifted around the empty classroom filling ev