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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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