Molly Price and the FA School of Writing

"But Ron, how will we survive?"

"Don’t worry, Hermione. We will."

There, Molly Price, a girl of 15, sighed. A long fic finished. She looked it over for errors, and sighed again. There were none. As she was going to e-mail it to all her friends who liked Harry Potter, a small white object flew from the window and bonked Molly on the head.

"OW!" Molly yelled, and picked it up.

"What the heck? It’s a plush Hedwig doll with a letter," Curious, Molly opened the letter and saw the words were hot pink, saying:

Dear Miss Price,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Fiction Alley’s School of Writing about Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please look at the papers we brought you for they include the supply list, where the train is, etc. School begins on September 1. We await for your Hedwig doll no later than July 31.

Sincerely,

The Mods

Molly stared at it for a moment, shrugged, took out a pen, and began to scribble on the back of the letter:

Dear Mods,

I really haven’t the foggiest idea what the heck is going on but I’ll be there anyway.

Love,

Molly Price

And she threw the Hedwig out the window, half-hoping for it to travel somewhere.

Next, Molly read all the rest of her letters:

STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:

3 sets of robes (preferably your Harry Potter house colors)

1 hat to smack people with

1 pair of protective gloves to handle Hot And Sexy!Fics

1 Winter cloak

And if they desire, leather pants or blue jeans

COURSE BOOKS

The Standard Book of ‘Ships by A Mod

A History of Slash by Another Mod

One Thousand Cool Plot Twists by Another Mod

Sucky Plotholes and Where to Find Them by You Guessed It

The Mary Sue: A Guide to Self-Protection by A MOD!

And, Of Course, The Harry Potter Series for reference

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 keyboard

1 pair of earmuffs for protection of fangirl screams

Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a muse

THE TRAIN LEAVES AT THE CRACK OF DAWN SO DON’T BE LATE!

Just follow the Mrs. Norris plush doll outside your window.

"How do I get all that stuff anyway?" Molly wondered. Harry had Hagrid, so it was only fitting that she would have…

"Hi…"

"Hey! You’re uncle Voldie!" Molly said happily. She always liked calling You-Know-Who uncle Voldie.

"Shut up, okay? I was beaten by a kid, so what, and all my death eaters went chicken, WHO CARES!" And Voldie started to cry.

"I’m sorry Voldie. Are you here to show me how to get all my stuff and get me a present and be my friend?"

"SOMEONE’S gotta do it, you snotty little girl! I used to be the GREATEST EVIL VILLIAN THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!"

"Awww…"

"Anyway, here’s your Ravenclaw robes and your hat and gloves and cloak and earmuffs and keyboard and all your books and your owl." Voldie shoved all the stuff into her hands and placed the gold owl on top.

"Hey, I wanted a muse." Molly began to say, but then saw Voldie’s glare and said:

"He’s cute! I’ll name him Ricky!"

"Well, little girl, I’m gonna be leaving, I’ll pick you up before the crack of dawn for your train and THAT’S THE LIMIT OF MY SERVICES!"

"WAIT! Can you-can you change into Tom Riddle?" And Molly blushed. She always thought Tom was handsome.

"NO! Damn lovey dovey teenagers…" and Molly blushed harder.

"Pleasant seeing you, TOMMYKINS!" Molly spat at Voldie.

Voldie ‘humphed’ and disappeared.

"Well," Molly said a few seconds later.

"That was the weirdest experience I’ve ever gone through."