Chapter 10: shovelgirlERB000 (shovelgirlERB000)
DISCLAIMER: WE DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. HARRY POTTER BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING.
Know your mage, know your mage, know your mage…
The bronze-haired, grey eyed teen stands in the centre of the stage, looking around and preparing herself for the onslaught of insults she knows is coming
shovelgirlERB000…
… Likes One Direction…
shovelgirlERB000 promptly turns around and throws up
Or not…
shovelgirlERB000…
… is friends with most of the school wierdos and outcasts…
"errr… that's supposed to be insulting?"
Yeah…
"Well, whoever writes your script will be getting a dictionary for Christmas."
What for?
"So they can look up the word 'insulting' and come up with better insults."
Can we get a move on!
"Why should we? I don't see the point."
There is no point!
"Then why are we doing this if there is no point?"
*echoing silence* … it's… funny?
"That's what I thought; you two have no clue. Could you show me where the door is?"
The twins smirk mischievously and shovelgirlERB000 is instantly nervous
"What are you doing?"
Showing you the way out
Pull the lever!
Fred pulled the lever on his right. Again. A trap door opened up and shovelgirlERB000 fell through the floor.
"LOOK OUT BELOW!" she shouted, laughing her head off on the way down, seeming to thoroughly enjoy herself.
Is she alright in the head, George?
Not sure, particularly since she seems to be enjoying falling…
A faint splash echoes somewhere down below…
"Who has those lugnuts thrown in here this time?" Says a voice from somewhere in the gloom.
"Oh, hey Piece Bot,"
"Hello shovelgirl. Did you bring any soup?" Piece Bot sneezes.
AGAIN? You pulled the wrong lever AGAIN! Fred hung his head in shame.
I'm actually related to you? Fred's spirits lifted and he nodded.
And you love me for my idioticness, dontcha, George?
You just keep thinking that…
HEY! A loud crash is heard from behind the mirrored wall.
Put who you want us to insult next in the reviews!