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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". |
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