 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Cheerful Damon belongs to DementedMark
Amy sat in the three broomsticks, a forlorn expression on her face as she realised she’d made the trip out in the cold for nothing. She had no money.
Damon walked into the tavern and spotting Amy walked over to her
“Whaaassuuuppp?” She asked him, grinning slightly
“Amy, don’t lie, why the sad expression?” her older friend asked, looking down at her
“Noootthhinnng”
“Liar. Tell me”
Amy shrugged, “I’m perfectly fine” she said nonchalantly, looking at the bar behind him
“What do you want?” He asked wearily, seeing her expression
“Butterbeer. Pleaseee?” She asked/wheedled |