 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
She felt a small surge of anger run through her mind, unprovoked and confused, she shrugged it off as her conscience becoming frustrated with her. Pressing her rosy lips against the nape of his neck, she lifted her porcelain like hands onto his shoulders and gently pushed away the shirt, so that it slowly cascaded to the cold stone ground. Her heart felt as equally cold as the stone felt beneath her feet, but she didn't care. The alcohol wearing off, knowing she needed to be delusioned to betray Severus like this, she summoned a bottle of wine from inside the private cupboard and took a quick swig, before running her finger tips over Archie's sculptured shoulders. |