 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
"You know..." she said, looking up, a small, smile creeping at the sides of her mouth, so small that if he blinked he might miss it, "You're good for things other than potions. You do have your other uses." She knew that he drastically underestimated himself emotionally, he held himself in little value and never really gave himself the praise he ought to receive.
Replacing the smile with a neutral stare, she added, "No, I don't think I need any aid; I'm exhausted. And, besides, last night we were both positively legless, drunk, taking a potion now would have dire side effects. You should know that." |