 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
"Word's spread." she mused to him, shoving the chicken leg around on her plate. The tension cumulating in her mind, feeling sweat gather along her hairline, she opened her eyes and saw that many of the students had turned from their tables and were staring at her. Accidentally, she caught her reflection in her goblet and found that her eye were bloodshot, her face as white as a sheet. The heat pmuping through her body, she dropped her fork with a clatter and left the room, only stopping to say, "I have to leave, alone. Sorry." With that, she left the room slowly, only breaking into a run when she met the cold, echoey halls of the dungeons. |