 The REAL Sorting Hat: "Ravenclaw!" This monkey is bananas.
Walking with purpose down the old street, his head down, eyes straight, Gremlok stopped and looked up at what used to be only two stores, a slight frown creasing his brow as he read the sign. With his hands in his pockets he opened the door and walked up to the sign up desk, standing behind a woman. He pulled one hand out, an ancient looking pocket watch in his hand as he looked at the time. Being a goblin wasn't helping right now, the looks he had gotten on his journey was enough to put him in a worse mood than when he left his bank.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAH ARI!!!
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