The Idols of Miss Lavender Brown
((i don't know if this is about Lavender Brown, I just liked the title....i'll give you a cookie if you know what it is from!))
((ok fine...i don't want to give you a cookie. The title is from, either, i can't really remember, The Idols of Miss Sarah Brown, The Idols of Sarah Brown, the Idles of Miss Sarah Brown or The Idles of Sarah Brown...one of those was the start of the musical Guys and Dolls))
Hello. I am a mirror. But not just any mirror. Lavender Brown's mirror. And do you know how hard it is being a mirror for that girl? I barely get any sleep. She worships me. Therefore, I, and I alone, am the Idol of Miss Lavender Brown.
Every morning, she wakes up, and says to me.
"Mirror Mirror on my bed.
Who has the prettiest head?"
Thank the man in the giant tub of windex in the sky that I am not enchanted to tell the truth. Because, if I was, I would answer like this:
"Definately not you! You are positively revolting! You make me sick! Please, take your head away! It hurts my eyes!"
But no, Miss Brown, wanting to keep her self inflated ego as high as possible, charmed me so I could only say.
"You, of course, my dear. Who else is as pretty as you? No one!"
I want to vomit everytime I say it, and mirrors don't vomit, so that is really saying something. How I wish I were that Hermione girl's mirror. That mirror is never used. Ok, so she is covered with dust, but she snickers at me everytime Lavender does that. How am I supposed to have a normal single mirror life if this one girl, who I don't like, and isn't even another mirror, fawns over me?
So please, METMA help me! Rescue me from this place of terror. Let me be a mirror for someone else, Ronald Weasly for example, or Severous Snape, that man never washes his hair let alone look in a mirror. So please, I beg you, put me out of my misery, and save me from this fate worse then death.
A/N: Stay tuned, for perhaps I might write about the plight of the mirror belonging to Gilderoy Lockhart, that is, until he lost all his memory. READ AND REVEIW!
((i don't know if this is about Lavender Brown, I just liked the title....i'll give you a cookie if you know what it is from!))
((ok fine...i don't want to give you a cookie. The title is from, either, i can't really remember, The Idols of Miss Sarah Brown, The Idols of Sarah Brown, the Idles of Miss Sarah Brown or The Idles of Sarah Brown...one of those was the start of the musical Guys and Dolls))
Hello. I am a mirror. But not just any mirror. Lavender Brown's mirror. And do you know how hard it is being a mirror for that girl? I barely get any sleep. She worships me. Therefore, I, and I alone, am the Idol of Miss Lavender Brown.
Every morning, she wakes up, and says to me.
"Mirror Mirror on my bed.
Who has the prettiest head?"
Thank the man in the giant tub of windex in the sky that I am not enchanted to tell the truth. Because, if I was, I would answer like this:
"Definately not you! You are positively revolting! You make me sick! Please, take your head away! It hurts my eyes!"
But no, Miss Brown, wanting to keep her self inflated ego as high as possible, charmed me so I could only say.
"You, of course, my dear. Who else is as pretty as you? No one!"
I want to vomit everytime I say it, and mirrors don't vomit, so that is really saying something. How I wish I were that Hermione girl's mirror. That mirror is never used. Ok, so she is covered with dust, but she snickers at me everytime Lavender does that. How am I supposed to have a normal single mirror life if this one girl, who I don't like, and isn't even another mirror, fawns over me?
So please, METMA help me! Rescue me from this place of terror. Let me be a mirror for someone else, Ronald Weasly for example, or Severous Snape, that man never washes his hair let alone look in a mirror. So please, I beg you, put me out of my misery, and save me from this fate worse then death.
A/N: Stay tuned, for perhaps I might write about the plight of the mirror belonging to Gilderoy Lockhart, that is, until he lost all his memory. READ AND REVEIW!
