Chloe Carter looked at the cursed banana in her hands and felt puzzled.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her deserted surroundings. Chloe had always hated dirty Ron Weasley's brain with its broad, bored Barrenness of nothing. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel puzzled.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Amie Oliver. Amie was a delightful puppet with skinny fingers and beautiful arms.
Chloe gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a spiteful, proud, Frobscottle drinker with fluffy fingers and blonde arms. Her friends saw her as a giant, green god. Once, she had even revived a dying, toddler.
But not even a spiteful person who had once revived a dying, toddler, was prepared for what Amie had in store today.
The rain hammered like shouting kittens, making Chloe sad.
As Chloe stepped outside and Amie came closer, she could see the mouldy glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Amie bellowed, in a controlling tone. She slammed her fist against Chloe's chest, with the force of 5139 rats. "I frigging hate you, Chloe Carter."
Chloe looked back, even more sad and still fingering the cursed banana. "Amie, I want your candy," she replied.
They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two deep, disgusted donkeys rampaging at a very gentle funeral, which had painful music playing in the background and two thoughtless uncles jumping to the beat.
Suddenly, Amie lunged forward and tried to punch Chloe in the face. Quickly, Chloe grabbed the cursed banana and brought it down on Amie's skull.
Amie's skinny fingers trembled and her beautiful arms wobbled. She looked fuzzy, her body raw like a terrible, tart teapot.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Amie Oliver was dead.
Chloe Carter went back inside and made herself a nice drink of Frobscottle.
THE END
