 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
"How the bloody hell would I know?" she grumbled moodily, rubbing at her eyes with the tips of her fingers, the flames boring into them. Curled up on the chair, she felt les exposed, but still vulnerable. Pulling the clothing tight around her body, she tried to smile but felt her face form more of an unreadable expression between a frown and a grin. |