Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God Quill Seventh Year
Holiday Time Amy stood in the middle of sugar plums, looking at all of the sweets that were behind her. The sixteen year old had her prefect badge pinned onto her jumper, which she had been waving around proudly. And now she was celebrating. With sweets. Because that was what Amy did. She tilted her head to look at all of them. Hmmm. Which one, she tapped her lip with her finger before she finally decided and opened her mouth to speak "Can I have 8 roaches, 3 straws, 16 pops and ummm 6 sugar quills please?" |