 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Biting her tongue, she refrained from saying a word, knowing she'd only bite his head off if she did. She merely settled for nodding her head whilst filing away some papers that had been scattered on the floor. Moving a little too quickly, she knocked one of his pictures on the floor and the glass shattered, splintering her hands as she bent down and tried to pick up the pieces, breaking down halfway through as she cut her tips of her fingers. |