 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Reaching the tips of the strands of his hair, she frowned at how different it was to Severus'. His was greasy, not to an extent where it was disgusting, but Archie's was fresh and clean. The length and color was abust the same though, she mused, spending too much time frowning at the boy. Running a finger down his cheekbone, she whispered, "You alright?" |