 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Taking a final deep breath, hoping to rid her body of all her pent up anxiety, she shook her arms briefly, looking down at the purple rode she were wearing. It striked her as odd, that she had chosen to wear the same robe that she wore when Darrin had taken her to a Yule Ball back at Durmstrang but she reasoned that it wasn't exactly the same.
The collar, that went down into a point, just before where her chest started, was embroidered with gold and silver, the sleeves too, were long and elegant, finishing just before the tips of her fingers, were also laced in gold and silver trimming. Confident that is hugged her hips in the way it was meant to, she briefly licked her lips, checking that the gloss was still there and then set out of the door, using only one of her crutches to hobble along with.
It did strike her as extremely odd, that Dumbledore would agree to an outing like this, given her state and what he had done, but she was determined to be grateful for it and not disappoint her God-Father. After all, he was giving her chance to prove that their relationship was more than just a superficial and convenient fling.
Rounding the corner, a strand of her curled hair dangling into her eye, she blinked twice, not quite believeing what she saw. Checking that her black hair was still fixed up tightly, she ran her tongue over her lips one last time, nervously, before stepping toward Snape. |