 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Hovering over Phoebe, who was now in a trance, she nodded in response to both Airlia and Spots words and opened her mouth to speak, no words coming out.
You can do this...she told herself, feeling she'd may aswell be sweating bucket loads what with the amount of nerves and anxiety she had coursing through her body.
Clenching her fists, she focused on all she'd lost and all she'd gain.
"Phoebe, take the birch twig, dip it into the purple potion and tarce the forms of alpha and omega onto your own forehead." |