 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Feast Seventh Year
This was always the favourite part to Amy’s Hogwart’s life. The food. More specifically, the feast. However this feast had a much more morose tone to it, not from the first years, not from the fifth years, but the seventh years, of which the brunette girl was one of them. This was the last day of term. Tomorrow, she’d be on the train, back to the muggle world and off to university. And she didn’t want to do it. No. The headmaster was rambling on, and all Amy could do, was stare at the wooden engravings she’d made |