Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
So she was back. Sixth Year. The year where she could relax and PARTAAAY. Only not partaay. Because she didn't do partaaying, she'd tried it over the holiday's and she hadn't enjoyed it that much. Especially not the night after a party when you wanted to die. But she was determined to relax that year.
She meandered her way up to the library so she could read a book and all that, and plucked a large, leather tome from the bookshelf and made her way over to the chair and flopped down
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