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SMACK.
Yup. Trust Sammy to fall flat on her face. It was in her nature really. But luckily enough Sammy always fell over so she got up quickly and brushed herself off before continuing to run, then jump up onto one of the benches take a deep breath in before yelling out
"THE AIR HERE SMELLS SO GOOD!"
Yup. Sammy was loud and proud. No doubt about it. She hadn't fallen over, or taken a good sniff of something in Hogwarts in what seemed ages but was really little less than a year.
Isobel skipped through the Courtyard on her way to the Treehouse. She looked around vaguely, not really expecting to see anyone she knew but....what? Sammy? No. Maybe there was a mirror there that she had never noticed before. Slowly she walked over to it and reached out, poking herself in the shoulder. AAAH! It was a person.
"Sammy!" It totally had to be Sammy. If it wasn't...that would be embarrassing. Wait. How was Sammy there. Isobel thought Sammy was dead.
"Are you a Zombie?" She asked with a completely serious expression on her face. Because she was completely serious. Then her mind completely changed subjects. How had she even thought it was a mirror? They weren't even wearing the same clothes. And the Sammy Zombie had talked, but Isobel hadn't. Mirrors don't talk. Unless they're talking mirrors. And there were only talking mirrors in fairy tales, like Snow White. And that was the only fairy tale with a talking mirror in it that she could think of.