((Permission granted from Star Wars muns some time ago--half of which is me :-P ))She glided into the sorting room, tall, whip-thin and chalk-pale under her billowing black cloak. She took her time, surveying the room as she did so. When she lowered the hood of her cloak, eyes almost as pale as her skin flicked around, taking in the sights, and
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Silly question. Everyone was worth skewering.
But perhaps not until she had a better grasp on this place. She set her jaw and resolutely ignored him.
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