A/N: Okay...so...this is my first fanfiction! I waited a little while to look at all the other fanfictions, and boy, was I pissed. SO MANY OOC'S! So, in a form of venting, I decided to write a fanfic about it...don't judge...

disclaimer: i don't own Molly Weasly, Bella Cullen, Angel, or Harry potter...but I DO own me, Taco! :)


Taco's POV:

I walked into my office. I sighed. Another day at work. I walked over to my desk and picked up my clipboard. Yesterday, I had asked my secratary, Molly, to put today's schedule on my clipboard before she left her office last night.

I did another dramatic sigh. Angel was the first one on the list, scheduled for nine o'clock this morning. I went into the chaotic lobby, then called Angel's name. Out of a yellow, smiley-faced bean-bag chair came little angel, wearing piggy-tails. I frowned at her appearence. What was with the black dress? The evil scowl on her face? This world-domination thing had gotten worse...

I sat Angel down in a comfy bed beside me.

"How are you feeling today?" I asked her politly.

"None of your buisness!" She snapped.

"Why are you wearing black today?" I asked her calmly.

"Because I want to look my best for World Domination."

"But yesterday you were wearing a pretty yellow dress. Don't you like yellow anymore?"

"Yellow means happiness. It will not be a color when I'm queen!" She yelled.

I sighed.

Three knocks came from behind the door.

"Come in!" I called. It was Molly.

"Here's your morning chocolate milk," The red-headed woman said, handing me a coffee mug.

"Skim milk?" I asked her.

"Of course, that's what you like best."

"How's your kid's these days?" I asked, not wanting to socialize with the evil-Angel anymore.

"We just sent Virginia off to Hogwarts. It's her first year, you know."

"Oh, congragulations!" I said, bored. Mrs. Weasly walked over to me.

"When did she start being like that?" She whispered to me, keeping an eye on Angel, who was by the bunny's cage in the corner, giving it the death look.

"She's been like that since...Fang, the book, came out."

"Ah, I...see," Molly Weasly said in a worried tone.

"Do you want me to take her down to wardrobe to...put a...yellow dress on her...?" Mrs. Weasly asked.

"YELLOW ISN'T A COLOR ANYMORE!" Angel screamed at us.

"Actually, can you have Bella Cullen do that? She's better at refusing mind control."

"Of course, Taco," Molly said, and left the door.

A few minutes later, Molly's voice came over the intercom, "Bella Cullen, please report to the ED room?"

Fifteen seconds later, a dazzling brown-haired vampire came into the room.

"What do you need me in the Emotional Disorder Room for, Taco?" Bella asked politly. She smiled, showing her ultra-white, razor-sharp teeth.

"Take Angel to the WR. Put her in a yellow dress. Put an extra-powerful shield around you. She can control minds, after all."

"Sure, Taco," Bella said, then ran over to Angel, scooped her up, then ran out the door in a blur.

I looked to see who's next on my list.

"Oh, Crypes! Thank the odds for that!" I said sarcasticly. Next was Harry Potter.