 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
She shook her head and swung her legs up on the bed, hugging them into her chest. Staring at the black drapes, she silently wondered to herself, why black seemed to be the only color he related to. Before she could ask him this, he had slipped from the door and she sighed, as she scrambled to the top of the bed and looked around the room, hands behind her head. |