Hello. That's right, I said hello. I would like to make a statement: do to grievous twinkie-related depression; this author will be going on STRIKE after this chapter. Unless… the twinkies are returned to the worthy author. That's right, I went there, lol.
BTW, sorry I haven't been updating as… frequently as many of you would like, but I am horrendously busy right now. However, I do take into consideration that many of you like this story, and I will try as hard as I can to update it.
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She sat in front of the elaborately carved mirror, meticulously wrought with roses and vines. Her reflection stared at her, but the reflection was not hers. She didn't recognize the girl in the mirror.
The girls long chocolate brown hair was swept up on one side and left down n the other, so that the shining ringlets framed half of her face whilst strands of it bordered the other. Her mouth was a crimson slash on the porcelain of her face and her brown eyes were bright. She was clothed in a glittering scarlet dress that clung to her like a second skin and outlined every inch of her cleavage.
"It's time, miss." Ginny spoke from her place in the corner.
"Time for what?" Hermione could not take her eyes from the girl in the mirror.
" Time for your presentation."
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He place his index finger on his temple and closed his eyes… in perfect timing to the sudden shriek of a trumpet. So he would see who the girl was. Who the "princess" was that was judged so worthy to wed him.
He opened his eyes and watched the mahogany door open, displaying a figure dressed in red….
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Ok, so I realize this is a very shot chapter. Perhaps I could be… erm… persuaded to update….. By the review button, lol.