A/N: Back to the classics: METMA fics! :) So, this one is about the Mirror of Erised. Have you ever wondered what everyone's REAL heart's desires were?? Come now, you can't fool me. I know what you're thinking! LOL! SO read on!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mirror of Erised...but I do own his NAUGHTY attitude! Reminds me of this dorky little chant we had at camp... Attitude!!...Cooperaaaaaaaaation! TAKE A CHANCE! Oy. :) All right, I'll let you go read it now. Gosh, I ramble toooooo much!
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"What do you see in the Mirror, Ron?" Hermione asked him, as he was staring transfixed.
"Ohh...I see me as head boy! Yes...that's it...and I've won the World Cup! Harry, what do you see?" said Ron, lying through his teeth.
"I see my family. I wonder if Dumbledore really saw socks?" Harry muttered, wonderingly.
"Well, I highly doubt it! And I see me, as Head Girl!" Hermione said proudly.
"Look, you guys, we better get to class."
"Yeah. Okay." And the three departed.
UGH. Finally, finally, they leave. I hate my job...you wouldn't BELIEVE some peoples hearts desires. They deserve to be institutionalized! I'm THE Mirror of Erised, after all!
Starting with the tall redhead. Do you know what he saw? 'Course ya don't, because you aren't special enough to be a one-of-a-kind mirror. Well, the boy- Ron, was his name?- saw something all the men out there would be glaaad to hear about. Can we say bling-bling? Mmmhmm!! But you'd think he could AT LEAST use it well! You know, maybe buying some swimming pools, mansions, ect. NOOO, NOO. Instead, picture a lanky teenager, in a suit made of money that barely covers his ankles. *shakes head sadly*
It gets worse. The black haired, green-eyed one? Combs. You heard me...combs! THAT was his heart's desire! My job gets worse and worse every year!
Hermione-the girl...her heart's desire was arguably the most interesting. Close your eyes and picture this from the point of view of Hermione. A sunny beach. Waves gently splashing against the shore. And you're checking out the the members of the opposite sex, when suddenly, up walks a tall, redheaded, freckle faced boy, wearing...a leather Speedo. Gag me, please!
Has anyone ever asked ME what my heart's desire is? Has anyone put up with the disgusting, stupid visions I have to see? Has anyone so much as gave me a little WINDEX? NO! Well, I'll tell you what MY heart's desi-
"Oh, look, a mirror! Why don't I just admire my beautiful little face," Severus Snape said with a sickening grin. "Oh, my! I see my lovely face...but...what's wrong with my hair? Why is it so...UN-greasy? Wait...I'm on a...on a COMMERCIAL! For ANTI-HAIR GREASE?!??? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" And Mr. Severus Snape, Potions Master Extrordinaire, ran out of the room, pulling at his beautiful hair.
*blinks* Gag me.
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A/N: *snickers* I feel so bad for that poor widdle mirror! To help poor magical objects such as him, join METMA (Muggles for Equal Treatment of Magical Articles)! Its only 2 sickles, and we help stricken objects get the much-needed help they deserve! :) If you join, you'll get a badge and lots of e-mail! And you know what peoples, more of you METMA members need to respond to my challenge!!! If you want to do it and you aren't a member, e-mail me at Leven5@aol.com.
A/N2: Anyhoozles. I thought that was funny! And if you did toooo, you can REVIEW! And if you DIDN'T think it was funny, you can REVIEW! :) If you don't review, while you sleep, visions of Ron in a Speedo shall torture you. Or very much please you... *grins at AIT* If you liked this, check out my other fics! Ta ta for now! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mirror of Erised...but I do own his NAUGHTY attitude! Reminds me of this dorky little chant we had at camp... Attitude!!...Cooperaaaaaaaaation! TAKE A CHANCE! Oy. :) All right, I'll let you go read it now. Gosh, I ramble toooooo much!
*****
"What do you see in the Mirror, Ron?" Hermione asked him, as he was staring transfixed.
"Ohh...I see me as head boy! Yes...that's it...and I've won the World Cup! Harry, what do you see?" said Ron, lying through his teeth.
"I see my family. I wonder if Dumbledore really saw socks?" Harry muttered, wonderingly.
"Well, I highly doubt it! And I see me, as Head Girl!" Hermione said proudly.
"Look, you guys, we better get to class."
"Yeah. Okay." And the three departed.
UGH. Finally, finally, they leave. I hate my job...you wouldn't BELIEVE some peoples hearts desires. They deserve to be institutionalized! I'm THE Mirror of Erised, after all!
Starting with the tall redhead. Do you know what he saw? 'Course ya don't, because you aren't special enough to be a one-of-a-kind mirror. Well, the boy- Ron, was his name?- saw something all the men out there would be glaaad to hear about. Can we say bling-bling? Mmmhmm!! But you'd think he could AT LEAST use it well! You know, maybe buying some swimming pools, mansions, ect. NOOO, NOO. Instead, picture a lanky teenager, in a suit made of money that barely covers his ankles. *shakes head sadly*
It gets worse. The black haired, green-eyed one? Combs. You heard me...combs! THAT was his heart's desire! My job gets worse and worse every year!
Hermione-the girl...her heart's desire was arguably the most interesting. Close your eyes and picture this from the point of view of Hermione. A sunny beach. Waves gently splashing against the shore. And you're checking out the the members of the opposite sex, when suddenly, up walks a tall, redheaded, freckle faced boy, wearing...a leather Speedo. Gag me, please!
Has anyone ever asked ME what my heart's desire is? Has anyone put up with the disgusting, stupid visions I have to see? Has anyone so much as gave me a little WINDEX? NO! Well, I'll tell you what MY heart's desi-
"Oh, look, a mirror! Why don't I just admire my beautiful little face," Severus Snape said with a sickening grin. "Oh, my! I see my lovely face...but...what's wrong with my hair? Why is it so...UN-greasy? Wait...I'm on a...on a COMMERCIAL! For ANTI-HAIR GREASE?!??? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" And Mr. Severus Snape, Potions Master Extrordinaire, ran out of the room, pulling at his beautiful hair.
*blinks* Gag me.
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A/N: *snickers* I feel so bad for that poor widdle mirror! To help poor magical objects such as him, join METMA (Muggles for Equal Treatment of Magical Articles)! Its only 2 sickles, and we help stricken objects get the much-needed help they deserve! :) If you join, you'll get a badge and lots of e-mail! And you know what peoples, more of you METMA members need to respond to my challenge!!! If you want to do it and you aren't a member, e-mail me at Leven5@aol.com.
A/N2: Anyhoozles. I thought that was funny! And if you did toooo, you can REVIEW! And if you DIDN'T think it was funny, you can REVIEW! :) If you don't review, while you sleep, visions of Ron in a Speedo shall torture you. Or very much please you... *grins at AIT* If you liked this, check out my other fics! Ta ta for now! :)