 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Looking up, only briefly, she shot him a look that transpired that of death and ceased the tapping, fear being instilled into her heart at the mere look upon his face.
Cursing him, under her breath, she called him every bad name under the sun, whilst concealing the small tears that were trickling down her pale cheeks, having escaped her sorrowful eyelids.
Flashing him one last look, she made sure he saw the water clinging to her lashes, threatening to drop. |