Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Amy pushed open the door to the room of requirment, her favourite place from the previous place, it was empty, thankfully and she ran across the room over to the piano and she pulled up the lid to the keys and began to run her hands skillfully over the keys, as she began to pull through a few short scales and melodies to warm up her hands and the keys, humming along to the notes
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