I stared at the screen, pondering my options.
"You'd pick that," my middle sister, Sam (the same one I've mentioned quite a number of times in previous posts), pointed out helpfully (in her opinion- in mine she was a bleeding nuisance hanging about behind me).
"It's kinda between the silver dagger and the black silk glove," I replied absentmindedly, realizing that I subconsciously made a decision alluding to the macabre cloak-and-dagger fetish I have.
"You..." Sam hissed between her teeth. "You're gonna get into Slytherin, I just know it! I got into Ravenclaw but I wanted Slytherin and YOU're getting Slytherin. HOW IS THIS FAIR?" I dodged a few of her blows.
She kept wailing and I winced mostly at her shrieks than her ineffectual hits.
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