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It wasn't often that Beatrix Dark would stumble upon and read a magazine. Especially not a feminine magazine. Especially not Witch Weekly. But the pink-haired girl had noticed a fresh copy lying on top of a table in the library. And while she tended to just scoff and walk away... This one was seemed to be abandoned. No wonder. But Beatrix decided, since no one was around, she'd slip it away, read it, and return it before it was missed. And it probably wouldn't be missed. She sighed and exited the library before anyone important noticed (like Mr. Morgan... What would he think if he saw her reading that trash?) Beatrix began to finger along the pages, looking for something interesting, and leaned against the corridor wall not too far from the library doors.

The first thing that caught her eye was the advice column, which was completely stupid and was an insult to teenage girls, and then the "top looks to avoid". Beatrix paused before she flipped to the page. Did she really want to read this article? Beatrix Dark was dubbed one of the "worst dressers" in school. While she completely disagreed with that moniker, she knew that there had to be some truth to it. But she breathed in and finally laid her eyes on the page.

... Since when was it bad to wear mock-fur? Or wear tiered dresses? Or different colors? Or... Crotch curtains!? Crotch curtains. Beatrix would, indeed, wear everything they mentioned... besides the dresses that were made for hookers. Well, maybe. It depended on the occasion. The article was insulting. It made Bea feel like they were spying on her. Beatrix glanced down at her outfit, making sure she wasn't accidentally wearing any of her extravagant clothing. But goddamn it, she was Beatrix Dark. She could be wearing a whole dress made of meat and she'd be fine with it.

"This is a load of rubbish," Beatrix told herself, then flicked to another page. There was some article about the "hottest ministry men" and it was then that Beatrix decided to stop reading and put the god forsaken magazine back. She stuffed it in her bag instead, planning on throwing it in a trashbin when she got the chance, and began to strut down the hallway with her usual arrogant swagger. "I could write for that bloody magazine. All I would have to do is get drunk off my arse and figure out how to get a quill to paper..." She mumbled to herself, "And I could ridicule people and make them feel like crap, but it'll be alright, because it's called 'advice'."

Despite her rambling, her mind turned to other thoughts. For example, what was she going to wear when she met up with Vinnie Pennyapple later? She'd have to get spiffy. It was Valentine's Day, after all. Perhaps she'll wear a zebra-print, "crotch curtain" dress. That sounds nice. Stick it the the man. However, she was really thinking along the lines of a blouse and shorts. Something simple. Even though Beatrix didn't exactly do "simple". Perhaps she'd go blonde for tonight... Or aqua blue. Aqua blue sounded nice. Aqua blue it would be then.

"I could also write an article about the 'hot' Professors at Hogwarts and pretend people care. Oops. Sorry. They don't..." She paused her yammering and raised an eyebrow, "Unless Bombay was the only professor in it". Beatrix continued to make her way down the corridor before reaching a trashbin, where she tossed the magazine in. "There. That's better," throwing it away made Bea feel so much better... And it helped her realize she had been talking to herself all that time.

All well. She had a tendency to babble to herself, anyway.