Just so y'all know........we're getting really, really, REALLY super bored because no one's reviewing (besides TaTaH and bigsmileygirl-3). If u like it at all, PLEASE review!! Its so sad to see no reviews!

Emmy and Cocabella: (typing away hard at a story, the title of which says "Harry Potter and the Halfblood Prince" by J.K. Rowling) Wow, when do you think we'll get this published?

Charletto: (appearing out of nowhere) Well, the real J.K. Rowling said that copies will hit the shelves on April 16. GET THEM!!!
(an army of J.K.-Rowling-like minions start attacking Cocabella and Emmy)

Ugly Fat Lady Who Liked Pink

Fluffy pink bows

And a big ugly nose

She had a wart on her nose

And Ginny thought she had the ugliest hose.

She was fat (she was not skinny)

And she was not very pretty.

She was an evil toad, an ugly hag

Minerva had had better lovers then she had.

This made crabby old toad very sad.

She was misguided as a child.

Her parents never loved her and let her run wild.

She hates children, to be sure

Has she ever, ever, ever worn fur?

Does she need the fur with all that lard?

If only she could rake leaves in her front yard.

Centaurs scared the bloody hell out of this big, fat baby!

So did she like horses, then?

Maybe.

She has a quill that irritates the fine complexion of young lad's hands

She was not the best rhymer in the land.

Cuz that's what we do.

Burn, Cho, burn.

(The centaurs, each arriving in the scheduled meeting place, started chatting. Mr. Big Important Business Man Centaur (we're sad to say he's not a Secret Agent Lover Man or Weetziebat) pulled out his brief case, put on his spectacles (though not askew!) and began the annual Mighty Centaurs of the Forest Who Kill Fat People that Harry Doesn't Like Book Club.(MCFWKFPHDLBC-they were wisdomful and knew how to pronounce this.) For the first time in his immortal life, his cultured people were mentioned in the book of the week. A tear dripping down his human cheek onto his horse hoof, hard and sleek, and a hoof trembling involuntarily were the only signals to show he cared. (make of this past sentence what you will) Inside, he was skipping with glee, like a pretty, little pony-with pink hair and a rainbow on his arse like My Little Pony. He would never let this be known. Never. Ever. Ever. Ever. Ever. Ever. He swore on Cho's flames, chanting quietly "Burn, Cho, burn. Burn, Cho, burn." It eventually became a daily ritual for the MCFWKFPHDLBC.)

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