 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Rubbing her fingers together, feeling the bandage on them, she mumbled a reply, "Thanks," and replaced the broken frame onto his desk, tears tearing down her face as she did so. Sitting back upon the bed, arm wrapped around one of the poster columns, she sighed deeply and simply muttered, "He's still suffering and so am I. They knew Arch, I could tell by their threatening eyes. They all know." |