Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Amy was still flying high, clinging onto her beaters bat nervously, she didn't like this role in quiditch, it was too scary, and she'd spent most of the game swooping and ducking, but then she heard the whistle WHAT SHE HADN'T DONE ANYTHING THIS T- Oooooh. They. Had. WOOOOOOON. Ohmygawsh. Like wow.
She swooped back down to the floor, whooping and waving her beaters bat. But as soon as she touched down she ran over to Simon, Simon? she said, kneeling next to him. Simon, don't die you ninny |