Without You...
By
~Miriah~of~the~Wind~
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Chapter 8: Galadriel Weasley
"Are we done yet?" Miriah asked.
"No. We still have a few more people." Ava answered.
"Damn it!" Miriah cursed.
"Don't swear!"
"Why not?"
"A lady shouldn't say stuff like that."
"I'd act like a lady if I was treated like one." Ava rolled her eyes at this and pointed somewhere else.
Miriah laughed out loud. It was a girl who was pathetically trying to be popular.
"What an idiot! You gotta be kidding? I though people like that went out in the 1950's. She's.....hey......Sweet fucking weasels! That's Galadriel Weasley! Oh, God why couldn't it be me!"
"You can stop being over dramatic now. Go on, talk to her." Miriah slowly walked up to her.
"Um, Galadriel." Galadriel didn't take her gaze off the others.
"Ash?" Miriah tried but when she didn't respond to this Miriah built up some courage.
"Ashley?" she tried. Ashley turned around and asked how Miriah knew her name.
"Can I talk to you alone, please."
"Hey! What's up?" she said.
"What are you doing? What are you wearing?" Galadriel was wearing a dark red skirt with a bright pink tank-top.
"What am I wearing? What are YOU wearing?" Galadriel said noticing Miriah's clothes, "Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive pants." she read.
"Yes. Yes they do! And they will help me DESTROY humanity!!!! All will bow down before me!!! I'll have all the political power I wanted plus Jhonen and fried squid."
"What Jhonen Vasquez?"
"Um, yeah except, where I'm from he's different. Do you know if his parents won there law suit or not?"
"Yeah, they lost." Ouch Miriah thought. That's gotta suck. Miriah looked at Ashley. Ashley that should be Galadriel. Ashley that shouldn't give a damn about people. Ashley that should like Sci-fi and fantasy. Ashley that should be in mortal combat with Kami for Dib's love. It just wasn't fair.
"Excuse me, will you. I'm kinda sick." Miriah said and backed away.
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