 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Dungeon Fifth Year
Amy made her way down the stairs and as soon as she was in the dungeon she could smell the nastiness of the dungeon. She hated coming here and couldn’t quite believe Everett slept and basically lived there. Gross.
“Miss Samson” The professor’s voice rang out and she followed La Flame into the second room. "Sign in here and then, off to room 3” the woman said, no caring in her voice, her tone dead and cold.
Amy began to write down but as she wrote she turned to look at the woman and pulled a stupid face |