"Elizabeth!" Governor Swann said as he hammered on the door of her hut that morning. She may have been the governor's daughter but Elizabeth chose to live independently ina small hut outside her father's beautiful mansion (Ah, who am I kidding? I just want her to SUFFER! Hahahahahaha!). She made her living as a blacksmith and also made elegant writing equipment for JK Rowling.
She found JK Rowling waiting for her just as her father had said. She was slowly pacing the courtyard, her hands neatly behind her back, leaving a trail of evil behind her. She turned and spotted Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth, dear? Are you decent?"
Seeing as Elizabeth was never decent, his was kind of a stupid question. She hurriedly got dressed anyway and opened the door. "Yes father?"
"JK Rowling is waiting for you in the courtyard, dear. I trust you've got her order? She needs it today, you know. For the ceremony."
"C-Ceremony?" Elizabeth repeated.
"The Promotion Ceremony, of course... Like, duh." (Really felt the need to put that in)
Elizabeth gasped and smiled. "I knew it!"
"Yes... Commodore Rowling as she is about to become..."
"Tell her I'll be there in a minute,"
"Right on, Sailor Phil!"
Elizabeth looked up at her father and blinked. "What?"
"Um... not sure why I said that." He headed for the door when Elizabeth suddenly stopped him.
"Wait a minute, Dad! Aren't you supposed to give me a pretty dress?"
"Huh?"
"You've gotta give me a pretty dress as a present."
"Nah, I don't like you that much. Now get some work done! What am I paying you for?"
"Uh.... you're not, Dad."
"Oh...... well, er... just pretend I am, OK? Take care, dear."
And with that, he left the hut, slamming the door behind him.
"Ah, Miss Swann!" She smiled. "Good to see you again!"
"Good day, ma'am," said Elizabeth, setting down a long box and 20 fine blue pens. "I have your order."
"Excellent... excellent..." Rowling examined the 20 pens and pocketed them. "Very good, these shall serve my orphan slaves well..."
"W-What?"
"Oh... never mind, dear."
"Um... OK..." Elizabeth stammered. She opened the box and pulled out a long sword and a beautiful peacock-feathered quill..
"Wow..." Rowling whispered, admiring the pen.
"Wow..." Elizabeth whispered, admiring Orlando Bloom- who had just arrived, accompanied by two bodyguards to keep away the nasty Bloomheads that followed him around.
"Hi Elizabeth," he smiled, looking gorgeous without trying as usual.
"Mr Bloom!" Elizabeth cried,, running up to him. "I had a dream about you last night!"
"A- A dream about me?"
"Yes, about the day we met."
"Oh you remember that?"
"H-How could I forget, Mr Frodo- I mean, Mr Bloom!"
"Elizabeth how many times must I ask you to call me Orlando?"
"At least once more, Mr Bloom... as always."
"Well at least the girl has some sense of propriety..." Rowling muttered as she took Orlando's arm. "Now then, we really must get going. Thank you for your services, Miss Swann." she handed Elizabeth a thick wad of money and led Orlando away.
He turned back to her and said, "Good day, Miss Swann..."
Elizabeth sadly watched him leave. Annoying violin music played in the background.
"Good day... Orlando." She said, but the wind mercilessly swept her words away... (Why do I keep ending chapters so dramatically? Have I gone soft in my old age or something? I'M PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER 27!!!!! I MUSN'T forget that!)
