Editor's Note: Dumbledore goes Goth. That is all.
Believe it or not, I'm actually being serious here, nothing else happens in this chapter. Unless you count Ebony and Draco having sex again for about a half a line.
AN: I SAID STOP FLAMING! If you do then you're a fucking prep! (EN: Was there ever a chapter where Tara didn't scream at people not to flame her story and tell them they ere preps if they did?) Fangs to Raven for the help and stuff. You rock! And you're not a prep. Fangs for my sweater! P.S. the other reason Dumbledore swore is because he's trying to be gothic so there!
I woke up the next day in my coffin. I walked out of it (EN: She always says she walks out of her coffin so I'm picturing a sarcophagus style coffin standing upright in her 'totes goth' room.) and put on some black eye-liner, black eye-shadow, blood-red lipstick and a black really low-cut leather dress that was all ripped and in stripes so you could see my belly. I was wearing a skull belly ring with black and red diamonds inside it.
(The night before, Draco and I went back to the school. Dumbledore chased Voldemort away. We flew there on our brooms. Mine was black and the broom-stuff was blood-red. There was lace all over it.(EN: Would that not make it really difficult to fly?) Draco had a black MCR broom. We went back to our rooms and we had you-know-what to a Linkin Park song.) (EN: Haha, I think it's so funny when fanfic authors write sex scenes but can't bring themselves to type the word sex.)
Well anyway I went down to the Great Hall. There all the walls were painted black and the tables were black too. But you could see that there was pink paint underneath the black paint. And there were posters of poser bands everywhere, like Ashley Simpson and the Backstreet Boys. (EN: Come on" We're all waiting for Ebony's inevitable and long desired aneurysm at this.)
"WHAT THE FUCK?" (EN: And left disappointed once more. I'm gutted.) I shouted, going to sit next to Bloody Mary and Willow. Bloody Mary was wearing a black leather mini with a Good Charlotte t-shirt, black fishnets and black pointy boots. Willow was wearing a long gothic black dress with blood-red writing that was all lacy and came up to her thighs and black boots and fishnets. Vampire, Dracula and Draco came. We started to talk about who was sexier, Mikey or Gerard Way or Billie Joe Armstrong. The boys joined in cause they were bisexual.
"Those guys are so fucking hot." Neville was saying when suddenly a gothic old man with a black beard and everything came. He was the same one who had chased away Voldemort yesterday. He had normal tan skin but he was wearing white foundation and he had died his hair black.
"… DUMBLEDORE?" we all gasped. (EN: Why were you trying to build a mystery here? You said in just the last chapter that it was Dumbledore.)
"WHAT THE FUCK?" I shouted angrily. "I thought he was just wearing that to scare Voldemort!"
"Hello everyone," he said happily. "As you can see I gave the room a makeover. What do you think of it?"
Everyone from the poser table in Gryffindor started to cheer. Well, we goths just looked at each other all disgusted and shook our heads. We couldn't believe what a poser he was! (EN: Because no-one's a REAL goth unless they get Ebony's approval.)
"By the way, you can call me Albert," (EN: Can anyone else see Dumbledore actually saying this? No? Just me then) (Light's Note- Yeah, Dumbledore wouldn't do that. If for no other reason than his name's not Albert. -_-) he called as we left to our classes.
"What a fucking poser!" Draco shouted angrily as we went to Transfiguration. We were holding hands. Vampire looked really jealous. I could see him crying blood in a gothic way (Get it? Way like Gerard) (EN: Love, your obsession with Gerard Way is both delusional and getting really, really disturbing.) but I didn't say anything. "I bet he's having a mid-life crisis!"Willow shouted.(EN: Hmm, can it be a mid-life crisis if he's over a hundred years old?)
I was so fucking angry. (EN: Ebony is only ever angry or horny. There is no middle ground.)