Entry for the "Chocolate Frog Card Club" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)

(gold) Dolores Umbridge; Challenge: Write about Dolores Umbridge.

Entry for the "Sims 3 Progression Challenge" - Career: Firefighter (Level 1); Prompt: Hosepipe

Entry for the "Gringotts Prompt Bank"

Magical Objects: Blood Quill

CRACK Dialogue Prompts:

2. "The answer to everything is to eat chocolate and scream random things".

3. "I'd totally sell you out to Voldemort for a pony and the promise of power"

11. "Do you think a House Elf could beat a Goblin in a fight?"

13. "But Hogwarts needs a self destruct button"

Crack. Definitely.

"Dolores, have you seen the letter I wanted to send to the Minister of Magic of Norway? About the exchange program for dragon specialists?," Cornelius Fudge asked as he walked into the anteroom of his bureau, towards the desk of his Undersecretary.

Dolores, turning her favourite Blood Quill between her fingers with a bored expression mumbled:"Noo... But I could have seen it if I finally get my promotion, Connie-wonnie."

"Dolores, stop sulking because I want to send you to Hogwarts. It is a honourable task, you can't be pissed off because of that," Cornelius sighed.

"I'd totally sell you out to Voldemort for a pony and the promise of power," the pink-clothed woman answered with a sickenly sweet smile. "And Cornie, why am I only your Undersecretary? Why not Oversecretary?"

Cornelius stared at her as if she had gone mad, and probably that was correct anyway. He thoroughly hoped that someone would enter the room, carrying a hosepipe to splash him with water in order to bring him back to reality.

"B-but Dolores," he stuttered, wiping a tiny trickle of sweat off his forehead. "Hogwarts is a opportunity for you to have more power. Though, your suggestion that you handed in earlier... I don't think we will be able to do that..."

"But Hogwarts needs a self destruct button!" Dolores exclaimed with a innocent face. "I hate children, they are on the same step as House Elfs for me... By the way, do you think a House Elf would beat a Goblin in a fight?"

Cornelius stared at his Undersecretary, shocked, and a bit scared, and then just backed up into his office, mumbling:"The answer to everything is to eat chocolate and scream random things. Though I will refrain to eating chocolate until this woman is sane again... And it definitely was a good idea to send her to Hogwarts..."