The Sorting Hat had a new lease on life, thanks to the
return of its
abducted bride. In Virginia's absence, the Hat had fretted alone in the Hat House, leaving only grudgingly for the Sortings it must perform, and using the rest of its time for contemplation so emo as to be worthy of the most bespandexed Gryffindor. Had it a navel, it would have
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He was completely blindsided by the peck on the cheek, however. So Jaime did not entirely succeed in the not-blushing category. "Yeah, I'll see you in a few," he said, grinning in spite of himself. He hoped even more fervently that this donut-induced effect would wear off sooner rather than later.
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