Hey people, this chap will be very short because it's basically an authors
note and I have to put in some chap stuff so ffn won't take it off the
site!
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Authors note: There's a new MarySue in town! No I'm not talking about Araminta Malfoy-Potter. I'm talking about Gypsy-Alexa Mindale (apparently it's pronounced Min-dah-lay.) The author's Gypsy Alexa (I sense a MarySue) and the fic's called Witch Doll, prolly because Gypsy-Alexa wins some model competition in there and Harry, of course, is in love with her from the second he started dreaming about her, right at the start of the holidays. Yes, that's right, before he met her. I predict this to be the Second Coming! It's only just on chap 2 or 3 now, so leave your notes of 'encouragement' at her doorstep! (Rather like one would leave piles of flaming dog poop)
On with the (extremely short) show!
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Dumbledore stood up in the Great Hall, and looked over all the students.
"Due to amazing courage and strength of spirit on Ella Anderton's, formerly known as Summer Woods', part, the Dark Lord has been defeated. Ella killed her own father, for the good of the world. For the good of the world she had known and loved, and for the good of the world, she almost died. For Voldemort cast her toward her certain death by impaling, but she managed to survive, and because she is part Phoenix, she has made a beautiful recovery. To Ella Anderton." He said, raising his glass. All glasses in the great hall were raised as one.
"To Ella Anderton."
Ella blushed and metamorphed her hair long and blonde again, to hide her face. She was grinning under her hair though, and she leant her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Things will certainly be looking up this year, with no Voldemort to worry about." Harry said, stroking the back of her hand.
"Yepperoonies." She agreed, but Neville, who stumbled into the great hall, looking very much the worse for wear, proved them wrong. He had several deep gashes all over him, and his nose looked broken. Half his fingers had been removed, and one eye was missing. He gasped, dribbling blood, and fell over face forwards. Sticking out of his back was a long shard of broken mirror.
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Hurrah. Today, instead of reviewing me, review poor little Gypsy Alexa. She stole my word (yepperoonies) so SHE MUST BE FLAMED! FLAMED! LITTLE BITCH!
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Authors note: There's a new MarySue in town! No I'm not talking about Araminta Malfoy-Potter. I'm talking about Gypsy-Alexa Mindale (apparently it's pronounced Min-dah-lay.) The author's Gypsy Alexa (I sense a MarySue) and the fic's called Witch Doll, prolly because Gypsy-Alexa wins some model competition in there and Harry, of course, is in love with her from the second he started dreaming about her, right at the start of the holidays. Yes, that's right, before he met her. I predict this to be the Second Coming! It's only just on chap 2 or 3 now, so leave your notes of 'encouragement' at her doorstep! (Rather like one would leave piles of flaming dog poop)
On with the (extremely short) show!
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Dumbledore stood up in the Great Hall, and looked over all the students.
"Due to amazing courage and strength of spirit on Ella Anderton's, formerly known as Summer Woods', part, the Dark Lord has been defeated. Ella killed her own father, for the good of the world. For the good of the world she had known and loved, and for the good of the world, she almost died. For Voldemort cast her toward her certain death by impaling, but she managed to survive, and because she is part Phoenix, she has made a beautiful recovery. To Ella Anderton." He said, raising his glass. All glasses in the great hall were raised as one.
"To Ella Anderton."
Ella blushed and metamorphed her hair long and blonde again, to hide her face. She was grinning under her hair though, and she leant her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Things will certainly be looking up this year, with no Voldemort to worry about." Harry said, stroking the back of her hand.
"Yepperoonies." She agreed, but Neville, who stumbled into the great hall, looking very much the worse for wear, proved them wrong. He had several deep gashes all over him, and his nose looked broken. Half his fingers had been removed, and one eye was missing. He gasped, dribbling blood, and fell over face forwards. Sticking out of his back was a long shard of broken mirror.
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Hurrah. Today, instead of reviewing me, review poor little Gypsy Alexa. She stole my word (yepperoonies) so SHE MUST BE FLAMED! FLAMED! LITTLE BITCH!
