A strange, imposing figure glides into the Sorting room and glances around incuriously. When it speaks, its voice is deep and sonorous, its words accompanied by a strange babble of fainter, incomprehensible voices.
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The avalanche has already started. It is too late for the pebbles to vote. )
*opens the little door in her mind*
*stands and stares at Kosh*
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...Ravenclaw.
Sure hope I don't end up regrettin' this...
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