Rita's P.O.V
As I sat in the pink... woman's office I couldn't help feeling at least a little bit out of place in my banana yellow robes and green heels. Everything was pink! And there were these little... painted kittens? Really? Well, there were painted kittens everywhere. And they had unnaturally blue eyes. "Tea?", she offered. "No thank you", I politely declined. Her eyes looked just a bit too sharp for my liking. "Now", she continued, "Rita Skeeter, I assume". I said nothing. This woman had an unpleasant aura. "Down to business", Umbridge instructed. "I know you write for the Daily Prophet mainly, with a talent for showing the truth, or your version of the truth, in a rather painful way. I... dislike people lying to me as certain individuals have discovered". She smirked, holding a rather large quill. "Now I need you to do a little job for me in exchange for more publicity in your favour". I hesitated in my doubting of her. Publicity is good because the more people KNOW about you the more you aren't just a little nobody in a world full of nobodies. I must consider her offer. "So", she smiled,"Deal?". Should I help this woman or not? How would it benefit for me? I thought about it for a moment before deciding whether the odds were in my favour. Deal", I agree. "Now", she smiled,"what have you heard about... centaurs?"
Oooo see you soon.
-Moon out
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A Harry Potter Fan Fiction With Really Weird Ships *COMPLETED*
FanfictionALRIGHT LISTEN UP. This will be a Fan Fiction of Harry Potter Ships. They WILL be weird. They WILL not be pretty. They WILL probably burn your eyes. Now remember... I. WARNED. YOU. Alright have fun! Also Harry Potter does not belong to me. Bai!
