 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Her mouth hanging open, she limply held her pale cool hand to her cheek, a burning sensation prickling at her skin. The difference in temperature, the cold of her hand, failed to extinguish the flames of anger and hurt that his violence had ignited.
"You hit...me." she mumbled, pathetically, it a dummy like fashion, almost as though she wasn't quite sure what had happened. Her face, her eyes moving, she looked up at him, before whipping her wand from inside her pocket and aiming it at him.
"Give me a reason, Severus!" she barked, tears clear in her voice as her words shook. She knew what he had been expecting, for her to retaliate, but instead, she pointed the wand to her own body.
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