Chapter Eleven
"Uh, who exactly is this?"
Dex was the one to ask the question. Only Foster seemed to recognize the lady, so Keefe nudged her.
"She's Umbridge. Dolores Umbridge."
"Again, who?"
"THE most hated character in the Harry Potter universe-the series you all STILL won't read, even though I translated all seven books into the Enlightened Language for you!" She sighed. "But what is she going to do to us? She's literally just a coward who happens to be in a position of power-place her somewhere ordinary, and boom, she runs away, less brave than two fifteen-year-olds, forever afraid of centaurs."
"Uh, centaurs?" asked Wylie, and everyone had confused faces.
"Later!" She said with a cute exasperated, angry expression.
"Well, sweetie, AFTER I wipe out the humans, SHE is going to help run things."
Foster blinked. "Ooooookay. Not good."
Thaiella smiled. "Finally, you understand! Now, let's make her real."
She pulled a lever and the world trembled again.
Author speaking:
OK I can't really talk so this is it for now byeeeee! :P