Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Amy RAN through the door. Litterally ran, she'd been really really really lazy and had had a lie in. Thus, she'd eaten breakfast later and thus she'd stayed longer. And then remembered she had to run up seven flights of stairs. The sick feeling was enough to make her cry. She didn't cry and continued to run. Straight into transfiguration. Sooorrryyy professor Amy said, falling into a seat and sighing, getting her breath back and stuff, sorry about that professor....uhh, professor? Amy asked, ever so slightly mystifyed by the mysterios woman who was her professor. And at least she'd be okay then, because she could make up the whole thing
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