Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God Care of Magical Creatures Sixth year Amy sat in the hospital wing, cradling her arm gently, her arm that was looking rather strange at that moment, the Professor was quietly talking to the healer, explaining how she’d fallen off the Hippogriff whilst he was walking around and had landed on it. Oh and how her screams as she fell on her arm had been heard on the Quiditch pitch. Or so was ledgend.
The healer was shaking her head and disciplinging the professor before walking over to Amy who was sitting meekly in the chair “Miss Samson, Room 4 there” She pointed |