 The REAL Sorting Hat: "Ravenclaw!" This monkey is bananas.
Slowly she made her way to hte charis, frowning in disgust at all the purple around her. "Ugh." she muttred, clearly wishign she'd be somewhere else as she sat down near the end of the last row, hoping no one would recognize her. She was already bored, and memories of previous weddings came unbidden in her mind. "John..." She whispered, wishing she could turn back time and bring her husband. How she missed him.
Okay, now to get through this without shedding a tear she thought as she waited.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAH ARI!!!
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