 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
She pulled her wand behind her back, defiantly, determined that he wasn't going to take it from her. "Stop trying to control me, alright!" she barked, her face becoming disturbingly disjointed. "Lord knows, I am sick and tired of being controlled. Just let me do what I want!" she screamed, almost as if the shout was ambiguous, as if it were addressed to more than just the Professor stood before her.
"Are you trying to tell me..." she whispered, dangerously, her mouth close to his face, her wand protruding, "That you regret ever being with me. That now, because of all this, we, I, mean nothing to you?" |