 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Running a finger over his scar, interestedly, she traced the snake as she had done earlier...
"Hais sarieth hisssoliar siom.."
Squinting, she thought she saw the snake move and moved her finger over it's head. Pulling back her finger, she whimpered and gazed down upon the newly red burn on the tip.
"It's his mark, isn't it?" she asked. |