 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Her back pressed against the vast wooden door in panic, she held her hands behind her back and fumbled with the lock desparately trying to shift the plank of wood. Sweating trickling down her forehead, she watched apprenhensively as darrin, now recovered, edged further toward her, tapping both their wands in his palm steadily, his eyes fixated on her.
"Dont be a fool Marce." she watched him say, as he grew ever closer. "There is no escape."
Coming up right beside her, he took her hands away from the latch and slid them down to her side. Whispering, gently, creepily, he mumbled, "No-one can save you now, not even darling Severus....he hates you because of what you did to him and quite rightly so..." he sneered, his lips caressing over her forehead, catching the droplets of sweat whilst his busy fingers fumbled with the tie that held the two folds of robes together.
"You made me do it..." she breathed heavily, as she felt his skin on hers. "You did that to him, not me!" |