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100 Drabbles for the Slightly Odd, Slightly Barmy Pizza Child - Sa13+ Hai. I'm Alice and uh, well basically Amy Samson is my school character and I saw that well everyone was doing the drabbles thing so I jumped on the band wagon Disclaimer: Amy Samson is mine. And only mine *glareeeee*. Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters and universe belong to J.K. Rowling. THE 100 Drabs 1. SPOILER!!: people included in the drabbles ;) Purple Dinosaurs Dedicated to a special fellow Doctor Whoian Fourth Year Walking into the dorm Amy sat on the edge of her bed, stroking her cat "I've been thinking..." "What?" Sammy replied "I think I was a Purple Dinosaur in a previous life. But not a creepy one like Barney" Amy said, nodding her head and looking at Sammy "......." |
Amy had been absentmindedly walking down the corridor from potions to her common room, minding her own business when she’d heard a cackle and a set of running footsteps, taking her wand out she turned around and shot a hex at the person who’d apparently been trying to attack her. No one was there. “Creepy” she muttered, putting her wand away and walking forward towards the mouth of the porthole, again she heard the muffled laughter and she stopped. She heard a new sound, a snapping sound. Cringing from Sammy she turned around... “ARRRGGGGHHHHH” She screamed and ran as Lafay laughed around the corner |
Second Year “Gworn, give us a kiss”” Amy giggled to Jay in the holidays. The whole on/off thing had been happening for yonks and she was getting well bored of the hand holding thing he was insisting on. She wanted to have the first kiss. And she wanted it now. Not patient is our Amy. Jay sighed and shrugged, “go on then” he said labouring the words "Yay" Amy grinned and bounced up and down for a few minutes before they leaned heads in and kissed. Then stopped “EWWWW!” Amy cried “that was minging” Then she ran out the room |
Amy sat in the waiting room with her mum, tapping her toes; she’d been feeling a bit off sorts for the first few days of the holiday and if she was going to get to Sammy’s house she was going to have to get better soon. Very soon “Miss Samson to room four please” a voice called over the tannoy. She stood up and walked down the hall to the room and pushed it open. The man standing in front of her was wearing a tweed suit a bow tie. He was the spitting image of someone very familiar “My names Doctor Parker” the Matt Smith lookalike said “Doctor who?” She asked, feeling like a right wally |
"Whyyyyyy can’t I?" Amy whined to her head of year, "I’m 16 Professor and you know how responsible I am" she said innocently "What? So reponsible you blew up the potions classroom" he said doubtfully "I was PROVOKED!" She cried miserably, "besides you gave one to Sammy and she set the whomping Willow alight just last week!" "Yes, but she didn’t blow up the potions classroom then proceed to dance around joyously and don’t tell me it was the tarantagula charm-" "But"... "No. Miss Samson. No you can’t have a time turner" "URRRGGGH" she cried stomping off to Potions |
Amy is old. SEVENTH YEAR! Amy sat on the floor of the room of requirement listening to the music play from the cd player nice and softly, ignoring the sound of the door pushing open before looking up to see Sammy plopping down next to her with the same expression. "A boy?" She asked, looking at her friend doubtfully, chewing on her lip. Seventh year was so tough, Sammy shook her head "Lots of homework?" She asked again, summoning some chocolate from the fridge and opening it. Again Sammy shook her head "What then?" She asked irritably "No pasta" Sammy said sadly "And THAT is why you look chronicly depressed?" Amy asked her mouth dropping open |
Future. Amy is an old old old bean "Amy sit down already!" Her mother huffed from the sitting room "No!" She snapped back walking out to the terrace and sitting down before taking a slug of fire whiskey and standing back up and beginning to pace again Somewhere in the distance a shape was forming, "please, please, please, please" she begged quietly as the shape got larger SQWARRRKKK the shape cried dropping down to the flat, the owl skimmed over her head and dropped down the letter Ripping it open she searched franticly before running into the house... "MUM I GOT IN!" She squealed |
The timid little firstie Amy picked herself up off the floor; she'd fallen over twice and had nearly fell into the lake too. Good start to the year of course Sitting down on the hard wooden stool she fidgeted as a heavy piece of leather was placed on her head "Hm....not to many brains there" "Oi!" She muttered "Nor too cruel and sly, though brave and witty...Gryfindor would do you well. So. Where to put you?" "Hmmmm"... Hurry up you stupid hat! "A temper too. Interesting. Very Interesting, I believe I shall take a chance with you..." HUFFLEPUFF! And with that Amy ran down the steps and tripped on the way... |
Before Hogwarts. When Amy was a naughty little littlie "No, I’m better at playing Mr Eshelby!" Amy cried, prodding Lydia sharply "No, I am!" Lydia wailed back "No, no cuz look" Amy nodded excitedly "I’m Mr Eshelby and I have a huge head, and a fat bottom and I wear trousers like Simon Cowell and think I’m cool and if you don’t listen to me I’ll phone your mother and put you into isolation!" Amy mocked crowingly. "That was good. Wasn’t it Lydia...Lydia? Wasn’t I the best. I was right? I was, I-" "Trousers like Simon Cowell Miss Samson?" Came the voice from behind her And then Amy scarpered into the girls toilets |
A diary extract Dear um you know what, I’m going to call you..Phi. Yeah Phil So basically I was looking up a word and you know how I can talk to you and no one else will think I’m mental. And this word was: Pureblood. WHATS A PUREBLOOD? Seriously? Who decides what type of blood you have I think it’s really weird and stuffs. And some idiot called Justin Hendricks hit me up on that two, went off on one about pureness of blood. Twonk. So I need you to watch out, because he knows about you and I’m worried. Don’t let him know though |
Amy lazed about in her bed for the fifth day running. “Amy get out of bed already” her room mate scolded her, bursting into the door “Get lost” Amy snapped lazily, flicking the channel to another muggle day time program "Amy" her friend coaxed, "if you get out of bed we can go shopping” “No" She said again lazily “Amy, you stink. You need to get out of bed and get a job” Rachel threw a pillow at her “Sheesh. Amy GET OUT OF BED.” “Nooo” “At least put some clothes on” Amy got out of bed. And put on her new pajamas, before clambering back in and watching TV. Her room mate sighed and walked out of the room |
Pizza budeh and Pasta head are born Amy and Sammy sat together on the grass next to the lake, skipping stones uselessly. “We should have a nickname” Amy suddenly burst out Sammy turned to look at her “like what?” she asked excitedly “I dunno...” Amy muttered, staring at the floor “Hmmmm” They sat in silence for another few minutes staring into the lake “I got it” Sammy cried “Mad and Mental” Amy rolled her eyes and shook her head ”....I got one" Amy nodded, "Pasta and Pizza” “ooooh. I likes that. BUT Pizza buddeh” “And Pasta head!” |
Amy is a second year. Sammy belongs to samthehpfreak, Preston Kingsly belongs to AmbiguouslyMe “Professor, I still don’t get this whole Gomp’s law thingy?” Amy whined “Gamp’s law” Miss Samson Professor Kingsly said slowly "Yeah, whatever, whats this food thing to it?" “Gamps law states you cannot create food from nothing, just increase or enlarge it” “Yeah, about that, why can’t you?” “Gamps Law Miss-“ “Yeah I get that bit but I mean, why would you make a rule like that?” “It does suck Professor" Sammy interjected “Yeah” Amy nodded “Well Miss Samson Miss Starr, would you like to teach the lesson?” “......” “Well?” |
Sixth Year Alex Reed belongs to potterobsessionist Amy plopped down on the ground next to Alex "Whatcha reading?" Amy asked, looking at the book “1000 ways to train a Hippogriff” “Are there that many ways to train a Hippogriff?” “Its a pun, its all about creatures. Didn’t you buy the book?” “It’s somewhere, what chapter are you reading” “Thestrals and their food” Amy looked down at the book page “Well there’s not much to know is there, they eat meat. Duh” she shrugged “I guess but thats interesting” “No it’s not, its dumb” “So close minded” “Whatever” Amy rolled her eyes throwing strands of grass at him |
Amy is a sixth year Daisy belongs to Lunax246, Mikey belongs to Michael White Amy's AWESOME dancing... “He didly didly doo” Amy grinned as she danced on the spot “What are you doing?” Daisy asked staring at Amy worriedly, chewing her lip “Can’t you tell?” Amy asked, stopping and staring at Daisy, “isn’t it obvious?” “No”. Daisy said “Definitely not” Mikey nodded “Oh”, Amy pouted, “maybe I should be wearing green then...”she mumbled disheartened “Whhhhyy?” Both Mikey and Daisy asked, beyond confused now “Cuz then you’d know who I am” “We know who you are, a mental child dancing awfully” they nodded Amy pouted again, “nooooooooooo” she shook her head, "trust your elders" “Who are you then?” “Isn’t it obvious?” “No. Duh.” “I’m a leprechaun. Duh” Amy said slowly, still staring at them |
Amy is a Fourth Year She’d do it. She would. This time. It would be done, that tree would regret messing with her and her hair, not to mention causing her serious cuts to her arm. Vengance however, would be hers. Bravely she strode through the grounds, nodding at people, they had no idea that she was about to do battle with a fearsome foe. And she would win AHAH. There was the beast, and it’s big brown-y lethal branches, she growled at it lightly, glaring and standing her ground. She took a deep breath and ran at it ARRRGGGHHHHHH Oh. Whomping Willow 3 Amy Samson 0 |
Amy is a second year Lily-Anne belongs to ria306 Amy heard a knock on her book as she sat in the library, angrily scouring the book for stuff for her homework, she looked up from the book to see Lily-Anne. She glared at her, "get bent" she snapped. Lily-Anne sighed, "I’m sorry Amy". "Don’t want to hear it" "But-" "No." Amy carried on glaring at her book, waiting for Lily-Anne to leave. She began to highlight words before she finally heard silence. She looked up. Lily-Anne wasn’t there but something was. A pair of purple dragon hide gloves. With a note. Amy picked up the gloves and stormed out of the libarary |
Amy is a fourth year Seren {Herbology Teacher} is Hera's character Herbology. What was the point to it? In Amy’s mind, there was none. None at all. And Amy was ALWAYS right, people had stopped arguing with that now. Really, herbology was just a load of...well, eating, sniffing and looking, and whilst she loved the eating side..not so much the sniffing. It had taken her forever to clear the bubotus puss from her bag. Lovely. Amy stepped inside of the classroom, slightly cautiously, looking around for any obvious dangers. If there were, she was out of there. Nope. She went to her seat “Take one each class” Amy took one. She imediatley regretted it “OOOOOWWW”. See. Herbology WAS dangerous |
Fifth Year Sammy belongs to samthehpfreak Amy walked into the dorm. And was attacked "RAAAAWWWWWRRRRRRRRR" Sammy squealed as she threw herself onto Amy "ARGH! Nooooo, I’M the dinosaur!" Amy huffed as they disingangled "You know I’m better than you" Sammy boasted "Nah, I’m like Merlin and you’re Guidian or whatever his name is" Amy nodded, plopping down "TAKE THAT BACK!" "Nooo NEVER" Amy grinned, sticking out her tounge "I’ll make you" Sammy threatened "Scared" Amy laughed back "Should be" Sammy gloated "FINE. I CHALLENGE YOU. TO A DUEL!" Amy shouted, picking up her pillow "I accept" Sammy dared bravely |
Amy is a fifth year Everett belongs to Mordaynes Amy stared at the costume that she had put together. It was, to all intents and purposes, amazing, she looked even shorter than usual and had chopped up her pillow and her curtain tie and had stitched it on "What are you wearing Samson?" A tone dripped with sarcasm. Not amazement, like she’d expected. "Could say the same about you Everett" Amy retorted sulkily, "at least I don’t look like a 70’s reject" She’d hit a nerve, "at least I don’t look like a tramp" "I’m not a tramp. I’m a house elf!" She snapped, hurt "Same thing" he snorted. ..... And then she slapped him |
Amy is a fourth year And Miss Samson shoots down the pitch, her red kit flies out behind her, in a breath of fire she shoots towards the snitch, and...AND SHE’S JUST MISSED IT, what a kick in the gut, but she’s back and she’s following it, but Chalker is following behind, so close, Samson kicks out, just misses and thank goodness for that or she’d be done for by the referee, but she’s so so so close. She reaches out, she’s within spitting distant, she reaches out and she’s SCOOOORREEEDDDD- YES! Amy shouted as she shot up. OW! She cried as she smashed her head of the bed |
Amy is an ickle firstie Try this, the shop keeper handed the small brunette the slightly crooked wand, curiously, Amy took the wand, having never seen a wand before she had to hold herself from bouncing up and down like a two year old. She looked at it, smiling, before looking up at the shop keeper Try it, he urged her kindly, his brow furrowed in attentive thought, as he watched the other shop keeper, nervously watching the child with a wand. A smash came from behind her. She flicked her wrist nervously. The shelves crumbled before her. Uh, maybe not this one she said, thrusting it back |
{Mini challenge 12: We all scream for ice-cream} “I’m huuunnngrrryyy” Amy whined, wheedling to her parents “Amy we’ve only jus brought your uniform, at least let us get your books first”, her parents sighed, walking forward and ignoring the brunette 16 year old “But I’m huuuunnnngrrrrryyyyy” she whined, stomping her small foot “End of discussion” Amy her parents carried on firmly “Hate you”, she muttered grumpily, folding her arms And then, something came into her eye line, a shining, pink beacon of hope, of happiness, of joy, of ICE CREAM. And she couldn’t help herself. At all. "BYEEEEE" She squealed, running into Floreans |
Sammy belongs to samthehpfreak and Everett: Mordaynes Amy lay on her bed, staring at the stone ceiling, her brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders and her cat sat on her stomach, she stroked her absentmindedly, chewing her lip, somewhere in the back of the room, Sammy was bopping up and down like a maniac, her blonde hair flopping up and down as she began to head bang to a silent song, she was humming mentally in the corner. Amy sighed. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t handle this. She was going MENTAL. She sat up “Sammy, pinch me” “Why?” “I think I like Everett, that’s why” She said, flopping back down, her hair falling back over her face and shoving her hands over it |
“Pace yourself girls!” The P.E professor shouted at the girls as they ran, red faced and sweaty around the course, the girls, all puffing around glared passionately at the fat faced woman as she stood shouting and laughing at them, slathering suntan lotion. “I’d like to give her some pacing!” Amy muttered, stacking over twice. This was not her idea of education, anything but, when she’d invisiged a new school, she’d seen, new uniform, double jazz hands and heavy lairy parties. “HURRY UP GIRLS! “Urrrrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhh” |
"MUUUUUUUUUUM!" Amy shouted up the hall out to the terrace, her mother poked her head around the corner, a glare boring down the hall "Amelia, I said don’t disturb me, I have to get this case done!" "Yeah but" "NO BUTS" "Muuuuuuum", she whined "What!" Her mother snapped, stone ladening her voice as she glared "I think dad’s stolen something of mine" "Like what?" Her mother said, raising an eyebrow "ERIN!" Her father shouted for her mother "WHAT?!" Her mother shouted "Have you seen my socks?" Her father asked, walking out of his room with one sock "GODS SAKE!" Her mum shouted, slamming the door shut on both of their whining |
Mikey belongs to Micheal White Amy stared intently at the cauldron in front of her, Mikey stared at her, confused "What are you doing?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her "Shhhuuuush" Amy shushed him "Amy?" "SHUSH" "What. Are. You. Doing?" "I’m, um, I’m, well, I’m predicting the future" "The future? Using a cauldron?" "Yes" Amy nodded obviously. "Duh" "I think you’ve got this mixed up Amy, you need a crystal ball to do that..." "Uh, no you don’t, because I can tell what you’re thinking" "Which is? " "Wow, Amy is so amazing and awesome and the best" "No." He shook his head, "I was thinking this girl is mental." "OI!" |
Daisy belongs to Lunax246 Amy sat, cross legged on her bed, her cat was prowling around the room, chasing the yo-yo that she was bouncing off her finger, her headphones were in her ears and she was reading a book, bobbing her head now and then to her music. Daisy walked into the seventh years dorm, holding out a book, with a pout on her face. Amy rolled her eyes and took out a headphone "Nope." "Uhm, Amy, you don’t know what I’m even going to ask" "I’m not doing it. Not again" "Ammmmyyy, its only potions." "No" She shook her head "Urrrrgggh" Daisy stomped out |
Alex belongs to hpotterfan "Have you ever been slapped before?" Amy asked Alex as they sat in the library, doing their relevant home works. "Nope, why?" Alex asked, poised over his paper, scribbiling down notes from the text book "You know I’m sure you’re not supposed to do that, it is plaugurism after all" Amy said, with a wicked grin on her face "You wouldn’t dare" "Try me" she grinned, standing up and running out of the libarary, Alex fast persuing her, she dashed around the corner, down the stairs, past statues, with him still chasing her "YOU CAN’T CATCH ME" She shouted gleefully SMACK. Straight into a wall |
Naughty ickle First Years Simon and Amy hung over the banisters on the seventh floor, staring down to the bottom, Amy’s face, a picture of sick nerves, and Simon’s, sick happiness. "I don’t want to do this anymore" she pouted "Shut up" he snapped back, "you didn't do the dare. You have to drop it". "But I don’t want tooooo" "So?" He said, thrusting her the bag of stink bombs "Rock, paper scissors?" She asked hopefully, but was answered with a glare and a shove "Do it. Now." Nervously, Amy dropped the bag ................... BOOM! "Run!" Simon hissed "MISS SAMSON. MR DE SIMPSON!" An angry voice came from behind them. Ooops |
Amy flopped back on Sheridan’s bed with a sigh, the girl was weary after her day and lucky Sheridan wasn’t going to Hogwarts for a week, whereas she’d been at Italia for two weeks. And was already regretting it "Ammmmmmmmy what should I wear?" Sheridan whined "You have a uniform, wear that" "But that’s, like sooo boring, what shall I wear for fun" "I dunno" Amy droned flicking through her texts "Its just I don’t want to look like I’m better than them, even though I am, Sheridan remarked, but then I don’t want to look muggle!" "Look MUGGLE? INSULTED here!" -___- |
Amy walked into the classroom. Muggle studies. The one lesson she was guaranteed to pass, and not just because she was muggle born, but because she LOVED this lesson and her teacher. Mr Zookara. He was cool. She looked around the classroom, it wasn’t the ole work shop it had been the previous year. Hopefully they would carry on with fairy tales. Because she loved fairy tales, the whole romantic idealism, and true-loves-kiss. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She walked to her desk and put her bags down “Good morning Professor" |
Amy sat in the three broomsticks, a forlorn expression on her face as she realised she’d made the trip out in the cold for nothing. She had no money. Damon walked into the tavern and spotting Amy walked over to her “Whaaassuuuppp?” She asked him, grinning slightly “Amy, don’t lie, why the sad expression?” her older friend asked, looking down at her “Noootthhinnng” “Liar. Tell me” Amy shrugged, “I’m perfectly fine” she said nonchalantly, looking at the bar behind him “What do you want?” He asked wearily, seeing her expression “Butterbeer. Pleaseee?” She asked/wheedled |
Amy sat in the common room, reading a book on Hellebore and its abilities when the prefect walked into the common room and went and posted something on the notice board, not realising anything Amy carried on reading, soon, lots of first years went up to the board, squealed and walked away. And eventually, her curiosity got the better of her. Slowly she stood up and walked over to the boardm tension and excitement building. She read the board Quote:
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Amy clutched baby Ellie in her arms as she walked up the stairs to Ellie’s new nursery. They hadn’t known she’d been a girl, but with the help of magic, her partners father, had managed to transform the room from lurid yellow, to soft pastels. She opened the door and gasped, the room, and all in it, twinkled like Ellie’s eyes, the mobile that hung from the cot was full of dinosaurs. Purple ones. And stars and hearts. It was a beuts room. Slowly, Amy walked over to the cot and lowered Ellie into it. She sighed. And smiled. |
Amy sat up in the astronomy tower, crouched over a book of stars and a notebook, quill in hand. The sixteen year olds thick brown hair was tied up in a ponytail and she reached for the telescope, pulling it up to her eye. She adjusted it so she was looking up at Venus. She mumbled to herself before she crouched back over the notebook, scribbling down the relevant coordinates. She wasn’t the only one there either; she looked around at the other students and the professor in the corner before bending back over her book with a sigh |
Amy stormed down the hall, her feet smashing angrily against the stone so that the noise reverberated around the corridor. And then he stepped out from behind the statue "Something wrong Samson?" The sneaky, irritating, pooey Slytherin asked "Your face" she snarled at him. "Now leave me alone!" "Awhhh, you think I’m really gonna feel sorry for you? You ruined my life" "You tried to drown my cat!" "It was a joke." "CAT!" "Ammmmmmmmy. Give in". He said, a nasty smile playing around his face "BUM OFF!" She shouted, storming off, totally miffed |
Amy and Sammy sat in their dorms, there were only the two of them in that year which didn’t suck one bit, ‘cuz they could be as loud as they wanted now. Amy was reading a potions book and Sammy had fallen asleep into her book. And then it came to her “I KNOW WHAT I’M GONNA DOOOOO!" Amy shouted “Shut up?” Sammy suggested sleepily. “Nooo, I mean about the..uh, Everett problem” “The what?” “Brain in gear Samantha, and listen, I shall snare Everett.” Sammy sat up, interested, “what?” “I shall be all womanly. And ignore him.” “Ahhhhhhhh” |
Amy stood in her room, staring at her Hogwarts list, her mouth gaping as she read the list. She got all the other books...sort of. As in there were too many, but she could live with that. What she couldn’t live with was the note at the bottom of the letter. “Dress Robs are required”. OH GOD. The robes had never ever ever been required. She hated her dress robes. She didn’t have any , none of them had suited her. "MUM!" "WHAT?" "I need dress robes" she whined "How much?" Her mother asked, bursting through the door |
Amy sat in the common room, her head banged and her stomach hurt. She had a bug. Eww. A bug which meant she was either vomiting or sleeping. But after a week she was starting to keep stuff down and stay awake for long periods of time. Damian plopped down on the couch next to her and gave her a hug, despite her groan “Feeling better?” He asked, grinning at her despite her pout and smiled, "I have something to cheer you up" he said "What?" He passed the bar to her with a smile |
{Mini Challenge 1: Christmas} It was coming up to leaving day, and Amy was for once staying at Hogwarts over the break, and she, along with Sammy planned to explore everywhere. The common room was bedecked with Christmas cards and tinsel and the house elves had put oranges with cloves into bowls in the room so it smelt all Christmassy. Amy loved Christmas. She bopped down the stairs, tripping over a series of suitcases and flopped down onto the sofa, where she began to scribble her Christmas card, the fire crackled next to her and she continued to write. |
Amy had been forced into a museum and she didn’t do museums. Museums were boring, and they were full of boring things. The only museum she did was the national history, but that was only because of the dinosaurs and earthquake bit. Otherwise museums were old, fusty and crap. But apparently this would be fun. PFFFT. Slowly she walked through the transport museum, glaring at the types of cars, whilst her father had a fan girl moment about a jaguar. And then a car did catch her eye. An old battered car. A ford Anglia. LIKE HARRY POTTER! [/fangirl] |
Amy stood in the pet shop, utterly confused, there were so many types of pet, and she couldn’t handle it, she clung to her mum nervously shying away from the spitting cats and cute kittens. The shop lady had tried to persuade her to buy a dog, a cat, a budgie and now something called a Kneazle. And she was really confused, and really new to the magic thing. Other people flounced around acting as if they owned the shop. Not nervous Amy. Nope. Fifteen minutes later she stood outside the shop with a kitty named Kneazle. How fitting |
OHMYGAWSH. Amy had to dress up for History of Magic. This was awesome. SO awesome. And things that were awesome made Amy squeal. A lot. So when Sammy had gone to Hogsmede, Amy had burst into the dorm and pulled out Sammy’s dress up box. Yes. Sammy had a dress up box because she was cool. And Jack Sparrow was also a big thing for Sammy. So Amy KNEW there would be a piarate outfit. SUCCESS. Amy bounced into History of Magic, with a pirate hat, pirate eye patch, big boots, swashbuckling to her desk like a cool kid. |
Everett and Amy sat underneath the tree by the lake “whats a parseltounge?” Amy asked Everett, tilting her head to the side as she thought “It’s um, well it’s like uh this, like ssssssssss” Everett said weakly Amy raised an eyebrow unimpressed “like ssssssssss?” “Yeah” “Hmmmm course” Amy muttered, still unimpressed, she went back to the potions book that lay in her lap, and carried on reading the page. Everett sat staring at the ground embarrassed. After a while Amy spoke “It’s not like that silly, it’s like this SSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” And then she launched herself at him |
{Mini Challenge 5: breaking the fourth wall!} Amy stood behind the door, her face pale, she was alone, in the flat, on her own and there was someone banging to get into the flat. And it wasn’t a charity person either. They carried on banging and shouting to get in. Nervously she reached for something to batter someone with. The first thing to hand? Her history text box. She crept around the door frame and over to the door. She flung it open..... "ARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!" She shouted, smacking the burglar around the head again and again and again Is this really likely? SHUT UP AMY. MY STORY |
Everett {mini challenge eight: find the snowman} Amy stood behind the snow man, ducking as Everett pelted her with snowballs “gerroof you big noggin!” She squealed before he eventually stopped, and nervously she stepped out into target range, she put her hands up in retreat. Everett ran over and carried on pelting her "ARRRRGGHHHH!" She squealed again, tackling him to the ground. Panting slightly from the effort she sat up. "Dude, I’ve got something to ask you" "What?" Ummm...."Fancy coming Yule Ball with me? You know, as a..friend" she gabbled. Everett briefly debated, nodded and went back to attacking her with snow |
Fifth Year Amy sat in the three broomsticks, with Damon who was sipping at butterbeer and helping her with her homework. But Amy had got bored, and so had taken out some paper and began to sketch and drink, casually she began to speak “If you could be an Animagus yeah, what would you be?” Damon looked up at her in confusion “I dunno really” he shrugged, “why?” “Just wondered, because I think you’d suit a kitten” “Don’t insult me Samson” he said with a look, ignoring her tounge that was sticking out at him |
“DON’T GET ANGRY WITH ME AMY” “WHY NOT?!” Amy shouted angrily at her dad before slamming the door in his face and kicking the wall, and bundling under her duvet, trying to hide, and ignoring the quiet and slow opening of the door. “Amy, it’s perfectly acceptable to ask you to wash the dishes and vacuum the carpet” he said, next to her duvet “No it’s not” she whined, stomping her foot “Amy”, her father said dangerously, “it’ll take five minutes” “I’m not doing it” “I’ll give you £5” “£15” “£5 Amy, no more, no less” “£10?” “Fine!” ^_____^ |
SAMMY. WOOT "What’s going on?" Amy asked confused as Sammy walked her down the corridor with her hands over her eyes, blinding her from anything, a big badge that screamed 16 TODAY! Hung off her jumper, and seeing as she had only just woken up, she was rather bad tempered "Nothing, now shut up" Sammy ordered her "Sammy I’m not going down the stairs if I can’t see" "You can, and you will!" Sammy told her as they went down the flight and Amy was lead down to the corridor. Sammy opened a door "SURPRISEEEEE!!!!!" |
Amy stood outside the closed arithmancy classroom door, waiting for the professor to arrive, and also debating whether or not to just go. Amy didn’t get on with maths, it confused her and stuffs. Nervously she began to move from one foot to the other, looking to the professors office and then back again. Okay, the professor had thirty more seconds until Amy left. Twenty seconds ...... Fifteen seconds ....... Ten seconds ....... Five Four Three Two One Right that was it, Amy had waited long enough, she turned to leave “Ah Miss Samson, come into the classroom dear” FML -_________- |
Holiday Time Amy stood in the middle of sugar plums, looking at all of the sweets that were behind her. The sixteen year old had her prefect badge pinned onto her jumper, which she had been waving around proudly. And now she was celebrating. With sweets. Because that was what Amy did. She tilted her head to look at all of them. Hmmm. Which one, she tapped her lip with her finger before she finally decided and opened her mouth to speak "Can I have 8 roaches, 3 straws, 16 pops and ummm 6 sugar quills please?" |
Amy stood behind the bench in charms, swishing and flicking her new wand, though she didn’t actually say the spell. Swish and flick. One and Two Swish and flick One and Two Yep. Amy reckoned she had this one down. Like on the floor, she was certain she had got this. Absolutely certain. "Okay class, swish and flick and say the incantation “coloros-revolvo” and obviously add the colour at the end" Amy looked at her wand confidently and pointed it at her apron Swish and Flick "Coloros-revolvo purple" BOOM Oops. "Professor, I need a new apron" o_o |
Amy stood with a whole group of people who were leaning against the door, pushing it down against the rising flames, there were squeals and screams coming around her and she could see Professor La Flame in the corner of her eye and could see that instead of laughing and being all mean, the Professor was trying to save them all and her ingredients. How this fire had started, Amy had no idea, she’d gone over for some help and had ended up in the middle of a fire “WHAT DO WE DO?” Amy shouted “EXTINGUISH IT!” |
"RIGHT", the professor boomed as he spoke, "today class we shall be learning about wizarding transportation, mainly the portkey", he said enigmaticly as he walked around. "Now, each of you have a portkey on your desk, DO NOT touch it under any circumstances! I’m watching you all.." The professor continued to rabit away and Amy continued to feel very bored. And when Amy got bored, she stopped listening, and when Amy stopped listening, bad things came about. And she had had no sleep the night before so was extra grumpy. Absentmindedly she put her hand out. OOPS. |
Everett Amy was walking down the corridor, nose in book as she tried to cram for the spot test they had in precisely five minutes. “AMMMYYY”. Everett shouted, bounding after her “Dude?” “I have a joke” “Oh do you now?” “Yeah, it’s funny, listen what do you call cheese that isn’t cheese?” “I don’t care?” “NACHO CHEESE!” “That’s not funny.” “You know it was” “I know it wasn’t. I know it was crap and highly immature and I’m trying to do something so BOG OFF” “HMPH!” Everett said, storming off in the other direction “Dude, the test!” She shouted and watched him turn back and storm in front of her red faced. “Now THAT’s a joke” she laughed |
Amy sat in the lecture hall, her brown hair tumbled down her back and she doodled on her notebook as the professor droned on at the bottom of the huge hall, the 19 year old sighed and yawned before looking at her watch. OHMYGOD. She still had 2 hours left of this?! This was unbearable, and her head was still banging from the night before, she put a hand to her head and sighed again, looking at her swirly doodles. They seemed to be getting closer to her face. BANG! Her head hit the table and she snored |
Amy sat in Sammy’s room, reading her Sims 3 manual, she flicked through it, looking for the pictures, waiting for Sammy to finish so they could go to Diagon Alley. “Why did you pay £10 for this? It’s rubbish” “Oi!” Sammy snapped from the bathroom “I’m just saying, it’s dumb” She shrugged, watching Sammy walk through the door “It’s not dumb, it’s great” “It’s not though, it’s not even realistic” “Excuse me?” “Well, whats a Mooch?” “This is” Sammy said throwing her pillow into Amy’s face, Amy rolled her eyes and chucked the manual at her "Can we go now?" |
“Amy stop that!” Her mother chided as Amy looked at her mozzie bite, scratching around it and yelping occasionally when she hit it. Her mother looked at her once more reproaching before leaving the room to make some sandwiches. Amy looked at her mozzie bite with serious interest, she’d never had one before, and the teletubies weren’t all that interesting, she began to scratch it again, watching it get redder and redder. And then her nail caught the bite right in the middle. And burst it. “MUUUUMMMMM it’s gross” “What have- AMY you made it ooze!” |
Amy looked at Sammy as they sat in the room of requirement, Amy doing her homework and Sammy plaiting her hair, eating a bowl of pasta "Sammy?" "Yee?" "Can you yodel?" "Yodel? Of course I can, what do you take me for.." Sammy said, shooting a glare at Amy’s mischevious face "Prove it" "WHAT?" "Prove it" Amy said, determined to be right, and if it was anything like Sammy’s singing... "Fine. YODELELEOHEHOOOO-" Sammy began for Amy stood up "STTOOOPPP!" Amy squealed, clapping her hands over her ears "HE-DIDILY DE YODEOLOLHHEOO" Sammy continued Unable to take anymore, Amy ran. |
Amy sat in the hospital wing, cradling her arm gently, her arm that was looking rather strange at that moment, the Professor was quietly talking to the healer, explaining how she’d fallen off the Hippogriff whilst he was walking around and had landed on it. Oh and how her screams as she fell on her arm had been heard on the Quiditch pitch. Or so was ledgend. The healer was shaking her head and disciplinging the professor before walking over to Amy who was sitting meekly in the chair “Miss Samson, Room 4 there” She pointed |
Fifth Year Sitting in the DADA class next to Sammy, Amy began to doodle on a slip of paper in her notebook "Whats that?" Sammy hissed next to her, looking at the scribble "My patronus" Amy said, nodding her head like the EPIC super spy she was. "Boom. Shaka." "Ohhh" Sammy nodded "Yeah" Amy nodded before she carried on doodling like a cool bean, adding in fur and a tail "Why does it have a banana for a head?" "It doesn’t!" "Does, look" Sammy pointed to the drawing "GEROFF!" "MISS SAMSON, MIS STARR. DISTURBING CLASS! OUT. NOW!" |
Sammy and Ev Amy was walking to the great hall, her prefect badge pinned losely onto her jumper, chatting away to Sammy and Ev, when a herd of first years pushed through, past her, and some tripped her over. Sammy and Everett burst out laughing, but Amy’s face was beet red, “it’s not funny!” she hissed at them, “why do they travel in herds, and why are they so small!” “Sorry Amy, you’re face…”Sammy trailed off doubled over “WHY IS THIS PLACE TEEMING WITH ANNOYING PEOPLE!” Amy cried, lightly wacking Sammy over the head with a textbook “It was funny though…” |
SAMMEH Amy clung to Sammy as the storm raged outside, whimpering pittifully “Don’t be such a wuss, play” Sammy said, poking her in the side “I don’t want to play truth or dare” Amy insisted, gesturing to their dorm which was still only filled with the two of them, four years later, “it’s boring on our own” “No, that’s what makes it fun...and if you don’t, I’ll put you in the rain” Okay. AMY DIDN’T DO RAIN. “Fine” She mumbled “Dare” “I dare you to go to the kitchens and steal some food” “That’s not a dare” “It is at 2am” |
SAMMEH "What?” “Specifically pasta. For me. Because you love me.” “I don’t love you that much” “GO!” Sammy said, shoving Amy out of the dorm “But what if Peeves catches me?” “Uhmmm” Sammy pondered for a few seconds “run?” “RUN?!” “Uhuh” “Oh brilliant” “Love you tooooo” Amy glared at Sammy as she shut the door, and fearfully began to creep towards the painting. As soon as she stepped outside “STUDENTSIES!” Amy ran, hell for leather back through the common room and threw open the door, barricading behind her bed “Never again” “Where’s my pasta?” Sammy asked innocently, stretching on her bed. |
Amy bopped down the stairs past the portraits who were whispering to each other “Is that the deluded child?” they hissed, ignoring Amy’s angry glare at them “yes I believe so” the other ones confirmed “I’m not deluded!” Amy snapped at them...frankly she didn’t know what deluded meant but she certainly wasn’t it. Unless it was posh for exceedingly cool and great fun “You think you’re a dinosaur” they pointed out “Yes. And? I am one!” Amy huffed “No dear, you are a child, an extremely deluded child with an overactive imagination” “I’M NOT LISTENING” Amy shouted pettily |
EV! Amy knocked on Everett’s door during the holidays, ready for the summer PAAARTAAAY...well, sleep over. The sixteen year old shrugged to herself as the door opened and Everett’s beut mother, Mia answered the door “Amy sweetheart” she said, enveloping the girl in a hug “Hey Mia” Amy grinned “where's-“ “He’s in the garden with Jensen and Reed” Mia said, patting her on the back and letting her through Amy walked into the garden, and spotting Ev, launched herself at him “EVVVVVVVVV” She shouted jumping at him, before stopping suddenly “Errm.... Ev why do you have a chicken?” |
“The way her hair falls in her eyes, makes me wonder if. She'll ever see through my disguise, I'm under her spell” Everett was singing. To Sammy. Who was going bright pink. And Amy just stared. Angrilly, she stormed over to him and grabbed his guitar “What the hell are you DOING!” She roared at him, red faced “What does it look like?” Everett snapped “Being an idiot” “You’re pathetic” “I’m pathetic? I HATE YOU!” “YEAH? I HATE YOU TOO!” |
Amy stood in front of the bad tempered performance teacher, face blank as she took in the “notes”. Essentially, all the reasons why she was wrong for the part. “Miss Samson, you need to feel her inner pain, understand the part” “She’s a lion” “She’s a lioness Miss Samson. A powerful, killing machine who is being starved. FEEEEEEL her inner pain, FEEEEEEL her torment. Now. Again” Amy rolled her eyes at her friend in the corner, who was also in costume before she returned back to starting position, and waited for the music to start. This was stupid.... |
Shannon belongs to Miss Dee Amy and Shannon sat legs in the lake. As they chatted, Amy braided her hair with her fingers. Shannon slung an arm over her shoulder and she looked up at him, cocking an eyebrow “Your arms tired Mitch?” She teased “Noooo, course not” Shannon said, still not moving him arm “I can’t help that my arm is attracted to your vela-ness” “Just admit it, your arm was tired” Shannon shrugged, “I thought you’d want me to say you were all pretty” “Yes. But not in such a blatant lie” she laughed shoving him off |
Amy, Sammy, Everett, Shannon and Adam all sat around the “campfire” that had been arranged for the middle of the term, in the dark. A small tent, though huge inside was behind them, and for some reason, Sammy had decided to tell ghost stories. “Have you ever heard of bloooooodddddy Mary” Sammy said, raising her eyebrows and shoving her torch under her chin so it was lit up. Amy was a wuss. And started to shake, and moved closer to Shannon “No. But we want to” Everett said, seeing Amy’s fear “Well. It all starts, like this. In....” |
Amy stomped down the corridor, closely followed by a red faced Everett and a pink Sammy, who were chasing her. Why she’d never fathom, but they were. So Amy speeded up her running “Amy slow down! Wait!” Everett called Bad move. Amy wheeled around, and with a tense jaw spat at him “leave me alone Sutherland” “But” “No. Go away” She began to stomp off and crashed into Shannon, and completley and utterly crushed, burst into tears in his arms. Shannon walked off around the corner before appearing a minute later “What did you do?” “I warned him" |
Amy and Sammy sat next to each other in the warm sun, hiding away at the corner from all the fourth years who were rushing to Ancient Runes. Officially, Amy was meant to be going, but she hated ancient runes and Sammy didn’t bother with them. “What’s so good about runes anyway?” Sammy asked, leaning back “Nothing” Amy replied “I mean, we might as well learn something useful” “Such as?” “Well...I dunno, like how to defeat a weaping angel, or the silence” “.....Sammy, you know they don’t actually exist right?” “YES THEY DO” Amy just shook her head |
Amy sat on the sofa, her hair damp from the shower she’d just had, under suggestion from Shannon to try and “wash out the anger”. It hadn’t worked. She still wanted to smash someone’s face in. Preferably Everett’s. But Sammy’s would do. And so she sat, behind the daily prophet, watching for the portrait hole to swing open so she could go all sassy on Sammy. But she wasn’t coming and Amy was getting bored. NAO. Wait. In she came. The taller blonde. Amy put the newspaper down and stared at her ‘friend’ “You’d better have an explanation” |
“AMY!?” Sammy shouted from the bathroom as the cacophonous hoots emmited from the living room “are you okay down there?” No answer. Sammy bolted down the stairs of Amy’s house, wearing her pajamas, still with her toothbrush in her mouth to check Amy hadn’t been choking. No. Instead she found the short brunette rolling around on the sofa, crying and pointing at the telly “Amy are you okay?” “Nathan...he just..bear...shark” Amy said breathlessly, laughing away. Sammy turned to face the screen. And Amy burst into shrieks of laughter again. "Should have guessed" Sammy said, shrugging, walking out "Misfits. Again". |
Sammy had her hands over Amy’s eye’s, and to be honest, Amy wasn’t very happy about it, she couldn’t see, she hadn’t seen what Amy had zipped her up in and to be honest, didn’t want to know. And then she had began to walk Amy down the stairs and to the common room “Can you let go of me now. I want to see” “Nope” Sammy said defiantly, as she continued to lead her down. And then she heard a snort from a voice she didn’t want to hear and ripped Sammy off her “SAMMY! I’m in plaid!” |
Silence. And then “Go ask friggin' Sutherland” Sammy muttered sulkily. But Amy wasn’t happy with that “I want an answer from you” Amy said, folding her arms defiantly “Well I don't have an answer for you so deal with it sweetheart” She had a nerve. A real nerve. She knew exactly what was going on and was playing a game. Amy had to resist the urge to slap the girl in front of her, who was meant to be her friend. "Whatever" she muttered, walking off to the dorms and leaving Sammy standing alone in the common room |
After ze drama Amy and Everett, still a little bit tense after the mahoooosive argument they’d had, were wandering along the corridor, with a free period in their timetable, they didn’t know what to do, and so they sat down on a bench, next to a bush. Which naturally Amy fell in. Naturally. After Everett pulled her out, she sat, with leaves sticking out of her hair “You look like a tree, you know that?” Everett said, not daring to pick out the leaves in case she ate him “You need lessons in charm boy” Amy said stiffly |
Amy made her way down the stairs and as soon as she was in the dungeon she could smell the nastiness of the dungeon. She hated coming here and couldn’t quite believe Everett slept and basically lived there. Gross. “Miss Samson” The professor’s voice rang out and she followed La Flame into the second room. "Sign in here and then, off to room 3” the woman said, no caring in her voice, her tone dead and cold. Amy began to write down but as she wrote she turned to look at the woman and pulled a stupid face |
Frankly, she hadn’t been having a good day. Another argument with Everett, another possible detention to deal with. Great. And talk of the devil and he may come The fluffy, curly haired devil. And Amy was an immature child as almost everyone knew. “ATCHOOOOOO!” She sneezed falsely as he walked past, and received a funny look for it “Something wrong Amy?” Everett asked with a sense of forced politeness “No”, she said innocently “I just seem to have caught a cold” she shrugged “Oh of course" he nodded “Actually, I think I’m allergic” “To?” “You” “Oh so mature” |
Amy sat in the observatory looking through the telescope desperately, Aaron sat next to her, also looking completely befuddled by the telescope. Neither had spoken in about half an hour, which was unheard of for them. The professor walked into the room and looked at them all in turn “Miss Samson, you need to be aligned” He said, moving her telescope She nodded at the professor and looked back at it, she heard the professor go to Aaron "Mr Roberts, it helps to take the cap off" the professor said despairingly. A red flush rose in Aaron’s cheeks |
Snow, snow wonderful snow, Amy loved snow and she definatley loved Hogwarts snow, which because of its location was so thick and wonderful and fluffy, there were different snow men dotted around the grounds and Amy loved to look at them to see how they were different. And so, wrapped up in her thick yellow scarf and gloves, Amy headed out to the grounds, because she was cool and she wanted to build her own snowman/snowdino. She picked her spot and bent down to start *fwooooossh* *BUMF* The snowball whistled as it threw through the air at her |
Amy whirled around and saw Aaron, Sammy and Shannon all there, Aaron with a big grin on his face and then other two were holding snowballs with dangerous looks on their faces “Don’t you dare” Amy said slowly backing off “But thats no fun” Sammy grinned, throwing the snowball. Amy ducked just at the right time, but with a mischevious look on her face, she balled up some snow and pelted it straight into Sammy’s face. Stunned, Sammy cleared the snow off her face, and then “AMELIA JANE SAMSON I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” She shouted, chasing after Amy |
Amy sat up in her bed, watching her friend wandering around in the pair of heels that had been sent to her for the Yule ball that would be happening soon enough, and frankly it wasn’t happening for Sammy “Sammy, straighten up” she instructed, and watched her friend just fall over “try again” she said, flopping back into her pillow “Why do I need to? I can wear flats” Amy nearly screamed “wear flats to the ball! No. Try again” Again Sammy stumbled around the room. Amy face palmed “what are you doing?” “I’m walking” “No. You’re loping” |
Amy and Sammy sat in their silent dorm, asides from the rain petering of the glass window, they were meant to be revising, but their brains had turned to mush and they were now playing a revision “game” though that was the wrong word. Game implied fun. And this wasn’t fun “Quell” Amy said, dictionary open on her lap “Is it French?” “No” “German?” “No” “English?” “Yup” “Okay, is it English for the most pointless game ever?” Amy shot a look at her friend, do you wants those Os or not? “Not...OW!” Amy threw the dictionary at Sammy |
Amy sat on her bed in her ‘halls’, headphones in her ears and reading a textbook on History of Magic Degree Level. That meant the work was 10 times harder than NEWTs and ten times more tiring. Which considering the social life in uni, wasn’t great. She bobbed her head in time the music as the door opened and her roomie arrived in. Hannah was talking at her but she couldn’t, nor did she want to hear, and instead looked at the girl with a raised eyebrow, before pulling out a headphone “Stop talking. You’re boring me senseless” |
Amy sat on her bed, watching Sammy with weary eyes, as the blonde ran around, tying up Amy’s hands “Sammy, why exactly are you doing this?” Amy asked for the gazillionth time, cocking an eyebrow at her friend “So you won’t move, now shut up” Sammy said distractedly “Move from what?” Amy asked warily, glaring at Sammy, who was still running around. Eventually, with Amy tied up proper, Sammy stepped back and surveyed her handywork “Perfect” “WHATS PERFECT?” Sammy took a few steps forward and raised her wand “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” “Rictusempra!” “SAMMY UNTIE- HAHAHA AHRRRH” |
“You quite obviously fancy him” Sammy said, as they both walked into potions, bags hitting against each other. Amy had her hair tied up in a messy ponytail, because she didn’t want to set it alight like last time “I quite obviously don’t” Amy said, narrowing her eyes at Sammy as they both took their seats “Look, it’s totally obvs, you go already and giggily and....hitty around him, its totally cute though” Sammy nodded, pulling out her books “I DO NOT FANCY EVERETT SUTHERLAND!” Amy exasperated. It just so happened, that Everett had walked through the door.... |
“Way to crush him Amy” Sammy said, turning away from Everett, who scuttled over to his desk, face a shade of magenta, though he tried to shove it off “I didn’t know he’d walk in” Amy said, ducking her head and sitting down as the professor began to talk “Look, if you’ll appologise he’ll still want to snog you...probably” “Shut up Sammy” Amy hissed, leaning over her notebook and listening to the professor “But” “Oh shush already, if you want to survive today, and this is a friendly warning” “Amy-” “I mean it Sammy. Last chance. Take hint.” |
“You know what Amy, you can just shut up!” Everett sniped at the short brunette who was standing next to a blonde, hand on hips, the remnants of a snort of laughter leaving her lips, as she stared at the boy with a LOT of gel in his hair “Pssh, whatever you know you love me, I’m amazing” Amy shrugged, rolling her eyes with a laugh before turning off to head off with Sammy back to the common room “No I don’t Amy. AMY SAMSON YOU LISTEN TO ME. I DON’T LOVE YOU. GOT IT? I....DONT LAUGH SAMMY! |
Amy meandered her way along down by the river, in the heat of the day, she was wearing some shorts and a tank top, flip flops flapping against the gentle grass, as she sat down next to the lake, taking her book out to read POOOSSSHHHHHF *SPLAT* Amy saw her image blinded with orange stuff and she clawed it off her eyes, face red as she searched out Sammy. "SAMAMTHA STARR I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!" she screamed as she saw the egg on her Narnia novel. Her favourite novel. Ever. “SAMMY!” “EGG ON YOUR FACE, EGG!- OWWWWW” |
Amy sat at the Hufflepuff table for the opening feast, and had been longing for the food to appear on the table, and so, bored began to tap her fingers against the wooden table and yawn. Until she heard something veeerrry interesting. “And the ship in the lake is not to be entered” Amy sat up. Oh. A ship eeeey? Amy nudged Nessie next to her, who was leaning on the table bored “We have to go on that ship” Gaping at Amy, Nessie shook her head “No. We’ll die” “We will not” “Yes. We. Will” “SHUT UP!” |
Little six year old Amy ran around her garden with her cousin, waving two sticks at each other “ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP!” Amy squealed, jabbing the twig towards Ben “ZOOOOOOM!” “ZAAAAP....OOOOWWW!” Amy screamed as she fell over. “OWWW IT HURTS!” She cried again, being pulled up by Ben “Shush Amy, you’ll get me into trouble” the nine year-old snapped at her, lightly tapping her toe “If you were a wizard you could make me better” Amy pouted “If I were a wizard I could zap you away” “Don’t be mean!” Amy snapped, walking away into the house prissily |
“Today class, we will be discovering the true meaning behind our boggart” Sammy said, in a grave voice, mocking their professor who spoke at the speed of a snail “Shut up Sammy I’m focussing” Aaron muttered, staring at Amy and the cupboard behind her “What are you doing?” Amy asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously “If I told you I’d have to kill you” “Oh hardi haha” Amy said sarcasticly “No, seriously” “Shut up you two” Sammy put in, sitting down on the seat “No Sammy, shut up...what are you doing?” Sammy flicked open the cupboard, freeing a python |
Amy sat in the middle of the dorm, staring at the pile of stuff in front of her. Not good. This wasn’t supposed to happen then, she was meant to have a tidy corner so you could see where the right book is, where the pencil case was and where yourbag was. Not in this room. Pulling out the books she hoped were right, she bunged them into her backup bag and hunted around “Ready yet?” A voice came from the door “For?” “Defence against the Dark Arts” “WHAT?!” Amy cried, throwing the books out of the bag |
Sammy and Aaron popped their head around the potions door, and spotted the short brunette muttering to herself and jabbing the cauldron’s infront of her “How long you gonna be?” Aaron asked, yawning “Shut up” Amy muttered, not looking up “Seriously Amy, how long are you going to be?” “I don’t know, however long La Flame the dragon lady keeps me here as her cleaning slave” Amy bit out, attacking another cauldron with her wand. Said cauldron hit the ground and cracked. Bad move. “Miss Samson, your detention shall be extended” La Fay said, striding into the room |
Amy stomped out of the potions room, four hours after she was meant to of left. It wasn’t her fault, she just kept breaking things, and then shouting at the professor. And now she was in the common room, glaring at the wall, whilst Sammy and Aaron tried to break her “Aaaammmy” Sammy whined, prodding the silent girl “Amy?” Aaron tried, prodding her other arm “STOP POKING ME IDIOTS!” Amy screamed at them “Amy, you wanna talk about your birthday present? What you want?” “A pensieve” “Why?” “So I can find out how on earth we became friends!” |
This was always the favourite part to Amy’s Hogwart’s life. The food. More specifically, the feast. However this feast had a much more morose tone to it, not from the first years, not from the fifth years, but the seventh years, of which the brunette girl was one of them. This was the last day of term. Tomorrow, she’d be on the train, back to the muggle world and off to university. And she didn’t want to do it. No. The headmaster was rambling on, and all Amy could do, was stare at the wooden engravings she’d made |
Amy; who had FINALLY got tall, was stepping through the doors into her halls, her face contorted in worry, anxiety and excitement. The fact was, whilst Sammy was working in Diagon Alley, she was in university and she’d wanted to do that since she was little. The brunette made her way down the bland corridor, looking down at the slip of paper “336, 337, 338, 339” 339. Her halls. Slowly, the brunette opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind her. Amy pulled her head out of the pensieve, before turning to her young children behind her |
Amy sat in the middle of her open airy living room, her baby sister crawling around on the floor, the sixteen year old ran an absent hand through her thick hair in anticipation for her parents as they walked around the room, taking out the parcels “Hurry up already” Amy said, bouncing on the floor “Now, now Amy, you’re not two years old” her mother said reproachfully, placing the last box in front of her daughter “now you can open it” Amy ran forward towards her present and began to rip and shred the paper, madly ripping it wildly |
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