The REAL Sorting Hat: "Ravenclaw!" This monkey is bananas. Drabble 80: Pace
The room was quiet and Winky began to pace back and forth, her pink dress swishing behind her. She couldn't help but be nervous, it wasn't everyday you were a mother after all. Dobby had been gone for awhile now, making Winky fear the worst. Was Dobby okay? And why wasn't he here with her? The door opened and the Healer came out, her face aglow. Winky rushed in to see her daughter and began to tear up as she saw her grandson, his dark clammy skin pink under the light. She gently took him in her arms and wept.
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