๐ข๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฆ๐น๐๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป, ๐๐ผ๐โ๐น๐น ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐, ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ป๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ณ๐ผ๐น๐ธ ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐
- The Sorting Hat
SCRIPT BY: Aeolian_shifts
I peer through murky emerald windows, catching my reflectionโฆ
With slightly trembling fingers, I fish out a jar of bluebell flames out of my beaten leather bag. Itโs always been a bit cold in here.