I could not believe Fudge was making me do this.
Neither could the dementors.
"Okay, folks," I began with a sigh. I had procured one of the hearing rooms for my task, and was currently standing where the chained chair usually went. With a wave of my wand, I transfigured the wall into a chalkboard and turned my bobby pin into chalk. "We are going to have a little chat."
I looked around at the dementors, all seated quite studiously around the room. A few were starting to float from their seats with boredom, but dear God, so was I.
Sighing again, I went to the board to write and found I could not reach the top. Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
Damn my height.
Oh sure, Selena, why don't you just write it lower? Or use magic? Is that what you're all thinking? Hm?
Logic did not matter. My pride was at stake here.
The dementors were all watching me with their nonexistent eyes. One moaned.
"No, I do not need help," I snapped, eyeing the dementor. It shrank back in its seat and hung its head.
Determined, I stretched again. No dice.
I let out a frustrated snarl and wrote "STOP SMOKING" in huge letters across the entire board. The dementors peered at it with interest, and I threw the chalk at the wall. "Any questions?" I demanded.
There were none.
I grinned. "Great! Back to work." I clapped my hands of chalk dust and left.
*Poor Serena. So short. I want to draw these, make them real comics. I think it'd be a lot of fun.*