Snape was, well, by the elevator.
He stood, waiting for the elevator to come.
Then Umbridge approached.
You are all probably wondering, 'What is that vile toad doing here?!'
She's here to ride the elevator and to get help with her….issue.
"Hello," she said rudely.
"Ugh,
you again," Snape said, turning away.
"I'm not here to be rude,
Snapette, I'm here for help."
"What do you need?" Snape
said with a sigh.
They stepped into the elevator.
"I need help with my
laundry."
"Sorry, I'm already doing Dumbledo-Dumbles'
laundry," Snape said.
"No no, it's not about you
doing my laundry," Umbridge said, "It's about how I have
too much laundry."
"Like, how much are we talking
about?"
"Well…" Umbridge wrung her hands, "My whole
house is filled with it."
"Oh my God," Snape said, turning
away.
"I only do the baskets that are near my bed," Umbridge said.
"What about the other
baskets?"
"They just pile up high….I haven't actually
cooked a meal in a while because of how full of laundry my kitchen
is."
"Ew."
"Help me?"
"No."
"Well then. Even Cornelius won't
help me."
"Well, I think he's still ashamed about how he
thought Voldy wasn't back."
"I have complete faith in him
that he took the right actions and-"
"Wait, what?"
"Oh never
mind."
Ooh, you lucky duckies! I'm updating!
So I had
this idea that I would do a story where Umbridge had too much dirty
laundry and it killed her (part of a conversation with TwiLyight Sans
Sparkles). But then I decided to make a chapter about it instead.
I got off my lazy butt and wrote, now get off yours and review!
