Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Amy skipped. Well. No. Not skipped, skipping implied she was having fun. She wasn't, she'd just read her DADA homework that had been sent to her, despite her lack of appearance in her lesson. But nooooo, Berty Bott was forcing her to RUN. RUN. Yes r u n. run. And it wasn't fair. But it was that, or sing, and she wasn't in for singing.
She flopped down on her bed and glared at her tracksuit. She wasn't running THAT long
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