 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Luna's PoV - reference to Terence
Slipping, sliding,
fingers falling on metal catch.
Pushing, urging,
The clasp to pull through.
Pain, sharp,
Cut and Sting.
Blood sliding,
Nerves breaking.
Curse she did, as her finger she sucked,
Trying to ease the sting,
Dirt, rust caught within,
A window without a pane.
Simple, but wealthy,
A life none too extreme,
Terence, polite and keen,
Ever proper, never mean.
He called me Miss,
Formally strong,
When all she could but wish,
That she could be just Luna,
All along.
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