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listening to techno and eating muffins by her computer.
Talia: Awww. Life isn't that bad Dre!
Dreah: How would you know? You haven't got one!
Evil Ducky: with face full of muffins chi mrakes an exarrent pwoint.
Dreah: I need to find new friends.
Chapter 6: The song that never ends.
The great hall was filled with cheerful students as Dreah entered the magnificent room. She looked up at the ceiling to see that it was raining outside. Brilliant, it was raining. Care of Magical Creatures was going to be excellent. NOT!
She took a seat by Ginny, grabbed a bagel and bitterly started to mound cream cheese on the poor round piece of bread. Virginia looked at her "Not having a good day so far?" she asked with a smile. Dreah turned to the redhead. "My best friend tried to kill me over socks, which you already know. And Malfoy slapped my ass so I kneed him where it counts" she hissed, almost snakelike. "At least the man of your dreams can't get his lips off a disgusting, thick in the head wench!" Ginny complained, indicating over to the over end of the Gryffindor table.
Dreah's violet eyes shifted to where the girl was pointing only to observe the great legend Harry Potter with his tongue down Lavender Brown's (which should be Lavender Black since she had recently dyed her brown hair that color.) throat. The blonde witch twitched in disgust. Now that just shouldn't be allowed! Wasn't there a professor somewhere to stop this!? Of course not, he was Harry Potter. The arrogant child who her father had failed to kill numerous times.
A squeak beside her head made Dreah realize that the mail had arrived. She took the letter with the Riddle crest from her surprisingly large fruit bat (she preferred it to an owl) and scowled at it. It wasn't a howler, but it might as well be. She didn't feel like listening to her lunatic father rant on and on about how he couldn't kill a sixteen year old boy, it was just pathetic.
Dear Dreah, I find it is quite dismal and boring here at the evil lair without you. PLEASE COME BACK! Who will bake cookies with me! I'm positive that the Easter Bunny is almost ready to take us away to his chocolate heaven! I need someone to give me evil plots, you know how I'm hopeless at them. If you come back I am willing to give you half the glory of kill Potter. I swear, and you can have half my profits of packing peanuts. Please come back, I'm begging you. My shrink is killing me slowly with "How do you feel about that?" and I can't stand Lucius and Wormtail. Plus teddy is broken again, and I desperately need you to sew him back together. If you do not come back I will give up on my packing peanut profit, please come back. I'm begging you!
Resectively,
Voldemorte
Now that was sad if she ever saw it. Suddenly a whistle caught Dreah's attention, she looked up to see the wise old windbag known to many as Professor Dumbledore. And known to some as Professor Dumbledork. "I have noticed that nobody has broken into song today. I thought that this would happen sooner than now. I am very disappointed. Would somebody like to start off our singing spree?" he said in his calm, collected, totally off his rocker voice.
Suddenly Talia burst through the doors of the great hall in a straight jacket, tugging Madame Pomphrey, who was attached to her leg and trying to stop her from coming into contact with any sane person. "THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS! YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIENDS! SOME PEOPLE STARTED SINGING IT NOT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS! BUT WE'LL CONTINUE SINGING IT FOREVER JUST BECAUSE THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS.........." She started singing. Dreah shrugged her shoulders in defeat to all the madness and joined in. Soon the whole school (including Peeves) was singing the song that never ends. It was quite pleasant. Until the 17th verse started, and Dreah dashed from the Great Hall to get to Care Of Magical Creatures class early in order to escape the threat of breaking a chair over some innocent person's head.
Talia: Awww. Life isn't that bad Dre!
Dreah: How would you know? You haven't got one!
Evil Ducky: with face full of muffins chi mrakes an exarrent pwoint.
Dreah: I need to find new friends.
Chapter 6: The song that never ends.
The great hall was filled with cheerful students as Dreah entered the magnificent room. She looked up at the ceiling to see that it was raining outside. Brilliant, it was raining. Care of Magical Creatures was going to be excellent. NOT!
She took a seat by Ginny, grabbed a bagel and bitterly started to mound cream cheese on the poor round piece of bread. Virginia looked at her "Not having a good day so far?" she asked with a smile. Dreah turned to the redhead. "My best friend tried to kill me over socks, which you already know. And Malfoy slapped my ass so I kneed him where it counts" she hissed, almost snakelike. "At least the man of your dreams can't get his lips off a disgusting, thick in the head wench!" Ginny complained, indicating over to the over end of the Gryffindor table.
Dreah's violet eyes shifted to where the girl was pointing only to observe the great legend Harry Potter with his tongue down Lavender Brown's (which should be Lavender Black since she had recently dyed her brown hair that color.) throat. The blonde witch twitched in disgust. Now that just shouldn't be allowed! Wasn't there a professor somewhere to stop this!? Of course not, he was Harry Potter. The arrogant child who her father had failed to kill numerous times.
A squeak beside her head made Dreah realize that the mail had arrived. She took the letter with the Riddle crest from her surprisingly large fruit bat (she preferred it to an owl) and scowled at it. It wasn't a howler, but it might as well be. She didn't feel like listening to her lunatic father rant on and on about how he couldn't kill a sixteen year old boy, it was just pathetic.
Dear Dreah, I find it is quite dismal and boring here at the evil lair without you. PLEASE COME BACK! Who will bake cookies with me! I'm positive that the Easter Bunny is almost ready to take us away to his chocolate heaven! I need someone to give me evil plots, you know how I'm hopeless at them. If you come back I am willing to give you half the glory of kill Potter. I swear, and you can have half my profits of packing peanuts. Please come back, I'm begging you. My shrink is killing me slowly with "How do you feel about that?" and I can't stand Lucius and Wormtail. Plus teddy is broken again, and I desperately need you to sew him back together. If you do not come back I will give up on my packing peanut profit, please come back. I'm begging you!
Resectively,
Voldemorte
Now that was sad if she ever saw it. Suddenly a whistle caught Dreah's attention, she looked up to see the wise old windbag known to many as Professor Dumbledore. And known to some as Professor Dumbledork. "I have noticed that nobody has broken into song today. I thought that this would happen sooner than now. I am very disappointed. Would somebody like to start off our singing spree?" he said in his calm, collected, totally off his rocker voice.
Suddenly Talia burst through the doors of the great hall in a straight jacket, tugging Madame Pomphrey, who was attached to her leg and trying to stop her from coming into contact with any sane person. "THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS! YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIENDS! SOME PEOPLE STARTED SINGING IT NOT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS! BUT WE'LL CONTINUE SINGING IT FOREVER JUST BECAUSE THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS.........." She started singing. Dreah shrugged her shoulders in defeat to all the madness and joined in. Soon the whole school (including Peeves) was singing the song that never ends. It was quite pleasant. Until the 17th verse started, and Dreah dashed from the Great Hall to get to Care Of Magical Creatures class early in order to escape the threat of breaking a chair over some innocent person's head.