...was watching Eddy Fisher across the Gryphendor table. His hair was zebra blonde, his eyes where a gold-ish hazel, and his body, in Aimee's opinion, was totally kickin'. She couldn't muster up the courage to even talk to him, and why should she? No way the super talented Eddy would talk to the super blah Aimee. "Hmm?" Aimee asked, getting knocked out of her day dream by...
