 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Pensieve (continued) Sixth Year
Amy stomped out of the potions room, four hours after she was meant to of left. It wasn’t her fault, she just kept breaking things, and then shouting at the professor. And now she was in the common room, glaring at the wall, whilst Sammy and Aaron tried to break her
“Aaaammmy” Sammy whined, prodding the silent girl
“Amy?” Aaron tried, prodding her other arm
“STOP POKING ME IDIOTS!” Amy screamed at them
“Amy, you wanna talk about your birthday present? What you want?”
“A pensieve”
“Why?”
“So I can find out how on earth we became friends!” |