Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God 43. Headmaster Sixth Year Amy, Sammy and Everett sat in the hard backed chairs outside the headmaster’s office, faces red, no one talking to each other and all staring intently infront of them. Finally Sammy broke the silence "I’m going to kill you Samson"
"Don’t blame me!" Amy snapped indignant, "blame him" she jabbed her thumb towards Everett "Oh the potato can talk can it?" Everett sniped pettily “YOU CAN’T CALL ME THAT!” Amy shouted at him “Why not?”
“Because you’re a bum”
“Aaaaaand I’m the only one who can call her that” Sammy put in helpfully “Samson, Sutherland, Starr, in here!” |