 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Careful (Continued) Fifth Year
“Way to crush him Amy” Sammy said, turning away from Everett, who scuttled over to his desk, face a shade of magenta, though he tried to shove it off
“I didn’t know he’d walk in” Amy said, ducking her head and sitting down as the professor began to talk
“Look, if you’ll appologise he’ll still want to snog you...probably”
“Shut up Sammy” Amy hissed, leaning over her notebook and listening to the professor
“But”
“Oh shush already, if you want to survive today, and this is a friendly warning”
“Amy-”
“I mean it Sammy. Last chance. Take hint.” |