 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Pacing about the room, she bit at her stub-like finger nails, shakking her head in quiet mutters. Surely he hadn't expected her to stay put. He knew fully well what she was like. And knowing that, he'd gone and left the door unbolted, free for her to escape from.
So was he willing her to go out of the room. If so then why had he told her to rest?
Confused, she slipped on a simple black robe, tied her hair in a bobble and hobbled up onto her crutches only stopping to unbolt the door as she went. |