 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Potions Fifth Year
“You quite obviously fancy him” Sammy said, as they both walked into potions, bags hitting against each other. Amy had her hair tied up in a messy ponytail, because she didn’t want to set it alight like last time
“I quite obviously don’t” Amy said, narrowing her eyes at Sammy as they both took their seats
“Look, it’s totally obvs, you go already and giggily and....hitty around him, its totally cute though” Sammy nodded, pulling out her books
“I DO NOT FANCY EVERETT SUTHERLAND!” Amy exasperated.
It just so happened, that Everett had walked through the door.... |