Edited by Jacob

Chapter 32

"Hi." I said flirtily. "I'm Ebony Way, the new student." I shook my pale hands with their black nail polish with him.

"The name's Tom." he said. "But you can call me Satan. That's my middle name."

We shook hands. "Well, come on; we have to go upstairs." Satan said. I followed him. "Hey Satan... do you happen to be a fan of Green Day?" (since mcr and Evanescence don't exist yet then) I asked.

"Oh my fucking god, how did you know?" Satan gasped. "Actually, I like gc a lot, too."(get it, because gc did that song "I just want to live" that sounded really 80s?)

"Oh my god, me too!" I replied happily.

"Guess what? They have a concert in Hogsment." Satan whispered.

"Hogsment?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's what they used to call it in these times before it became Hogsmeade in 2000." he told me all secretively. "And there's a really cool shop called Hot-"

"Topic!" I finshed, happy again.

He frowned confusedly. "No, it's called Hot Issue." He smiled secretively again. "Then in 1998 they changed it to Hot Topic." he moaned.

"Oh." Now everything was making sense for me. "So is Dumbledore your principal?" I shouted.

"Uh-huh." He looked at his black nails. "I'm in Slytherin"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD ME TOO!" I SHRIEKED.

"You go to this school?"(get it, because I'm gothic) he asked.

"Yeah, that's why I'm here. I'm NEW." I SMILED HAPPILY.

Suddenly Dumbledore flew in on his broomstick and started shrieking at us angrily. "NO TALKING IN THE HALLS!" He had short blonde hair and was wearing a polo shirt from American Eagle Outfitters. "STUPID GOTHS!"

Satan rolled his eyes. "He's so mean to us goths and punks just because we're in Slytherin and we're not preps."

I turned around angrily. "Actually I think maybe it's because you're the Dark Lord."

"What the fuck?" he asked angrily.

"Oh nothing." I said sweetly.

Then suddenly... the floor opened. "OH MY FUCKING GOD NO!" I SCREAMED AS I FELL DOWN. Everyone looked at me weirdly.

"Hey where are you going?" Satan asked as I fell.

I got out of the hole and I was back in the pensive in Professor Trelawney's classroom. Dumbledore was there. "Dumbledore, I think I just met you." I said.

"Oh yeah, I remember that." Dumbledore said, trying to be all gothic.

Professor Sinister came in. "Hey, this is my classroom! Wait, what the fuck?! Ebony, what the hell are you doing?"

"Um." I looked at her.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

"What the hell? How?" I screamed, forgetting she was a teacher for a second. (but she's a goth, so it's ok.)

Professor Sinister looked sad. "Um... I was drinking voldemortserum." She started to cry black tears of depression. Dumbledore didn't know about them.

"Hey are you crying tears of blood?" he asked curiously, touching a tear.

"Fuck off!" we both said, and Dumbledore took his hand away.

Professor Sinister started crying again in her chair, sobbing limpid tears. "Oh my fucking god Ebony... I think I'm addicted to Voldemortserum."

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