 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Slipping tentaviely onto the bench, she stared forward at the empty plates and goblets and cutlery. Her eyelashes unblinking, she knew people were looking at them. Her face rose in heat as she could feel their eyes boring into the back of her head and she clenched her first against the wooden table, closing her eyes and reminding herself why she come back to school. |