 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Veela Fifth Year
Shannon belongs to Miss Dee
Amy and Shannon sat legs in the lake. As they chatted, Amy braided her hair with her fingers. Shannon slung an arm over her shoulder and she looked up at him, cocking an eyebrow
“Your arms tired Mitch?” She teased
“Noooo, course not” Shannon said, still not moving him arm “I can’t help that my arm is attracted to your vela-ness”
“Just admit it, your arm was tired”
Shannon shrugged, “I thought you’d want me to say you were all pretty”
“Yes. But not in such a blatant lie” she laughed shoving him off |