 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
As Snape walked into the room, almost brushing with Lestrange as he left, she felt his pained expression weigh down her previously light hearted laughter. She felt as if a stone had just dropped in her stomach, dragging down her guts inside and making her feel sick, a burning sensation creeping up her throat. Truth be told, she knew the sight of him reminded her of what this day, that night, represented.
Determined to overcome her fear of yet more hurt, she turned and drained the last of her orange juice from the Goblet before setting out of the room.
He hadn't realised, until he'd run so quickly that he came face to face with the door to the library entrance, how fast he'd been running. In fact, he had not noticed he'd been running at all.
Collecting himself, bewildered, as to why he was running to her, he put it down to his fear of being tracked down by the incredulous Pansy again and, shoving the door open, strutted into the room, exuberating confidence, taking Marcella's advice and clutching at the daisies tightly. |