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 You enter the auditorium of Salem Witches Institute and find a seat among your friends. The music of The Warbling Warlocks blasts from an unseen stereo. You tap your fingers on the table in front of you impatiently, wondering when the big assembly will start. Finall, the music dies down and the curtains open. The auditorium roars in applause as your much-loved headmistress, Lady Dorothy Garrison, appears onstage. She bows modestly, and waits for the clapping and hooting to cease. After the audience becomes silent, Mrs. Garrison begins to speak. "Friends, staff, students," she says, "It brings me great pleasure to announce my entry in the race for American Prime Minister of Magic!" Again, the hall rumbles with the applause of teachers and students alike, and again the Headmistress speaks. "Unfortunately, this means that I will no longer have the time to look over this precious school. The decision to hand over my beloved Salem Witches Institute was a greatly difficult one. I do hope that you, my wonderful students, will treat your new Headmistress with the same dignity and respect with which you treated me." At this, the audience is too shocked to applaud. A 2nd level Candiment girl bursts into tears. An intelligent-looking Fleich makes the first comment. "But Dame Garrison, who will be our new headmistress? The Headmistress replies shakily. "Your deputy headmistress will take over the job, and she is of course Madame Andromeda Orion. I am confident that she will be as good or better at the Headmistress job." Then, Mrs. Garrison makes her final comment. "It was fabulous being your leader, everyone, but I absolutely must go. And remember, vote Garrison! If you have questions or comments, please send them to Andromeda Orion, at brite4u2c@aol.com. If you ask me anything, I will not reply. Goodbye!" And now she is gone. Sign my Guestbook. View my Guestbook. |
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