Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God Hogsmeade Age 15 There was one thing that always cheered her up, and that was a Hogsmede trip, especially after crap weeks of revision and just generally being jilted by her family. She sat outside the three broomsticks, legs crossed on the gravel, leaning her head back against the stone wall of the pub. The brilliant sun poured over her face and she closed her eyes as she listened to the sounds of students passing by, totally missing her. She was anonymous. It was brilliant. “Yo, Dom” A voice snapped her out of her revive and she opened her eyes lazily |