 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Newspaper (cooontinued from "Warn" and "Roar". Sorta) Sixth Year
Amy sat on the sofa, her hair damp from the shower she’d just had, under suggestion from Shannon to try and “wash out the anger”. It hadn’t worked. She still wanted to smash someone’s face in. Preferably Everett’s. But Sammy’s would do.
And so she sat, behind the daily prophet, watching for the portrait hole to swing open so she could go all sassy on Sammy.
But she wasn’t coming and Amy was getting bored.
NAO. Wait. In she came. The taller blonde. Amy put the newspaper down and stared at her ‘friend’
“You’d better have an explanation” |