 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Quell Seventh Year
Amy and Sammy sat in their silent dorm, asides from the rain petering of the glass window, they were meant to be revising, but their brains had turned to mush and they were now playing a revision “game” though that was the wrong word. Game implied fun. And this wasn’t fun
“Quell” Amy said, dictionary open on her lap
“Is it French?”
“No”
“German?”
“No”
“English?”
“Yup”
“Okay, is it English for the most pointless game ever?”
Amy shot a look at her friend, do you wants those Os or not?
“Not...OW!”
Amy threw the dictionary at Sammy |