Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Amy walked into the hall quietly, her eyes still a little red. All of the seventh year's eyes were still completley red, but they'd had time at Hogwarts, lots of time and time to adjust to leaving, she'd recieved her letter from Italia Conti the previous day and had burst into tears over the handwritten letter, smudging it completley. Oooh that had been embarassing. Especially when the first years had come in to see why their were louds shrieks and sobs coming from the second year dorm and had had to comfort her.
She sat down awkwardly and instead of her usual enthusiasm and chucking pizza onto her plate, she sat and just looked around, restraining the urge to cry. Again
*wibble*
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