Voices echoed through the Great Hall Of Writers, where the Movellians talked darkly back and forth, about the new ban The Five Singing Horrors had posted.

"This feels so cliçhe. Bans posted on walls? They're playing Umbridge for a day." I muttered irritated, while scratching out a poem absentmindedly on the bit of paper I found.

"Ha. Do you think we could drive them mad after tricking them in a forest and being taken away by centaurs?" Lia sighed at her blank paper, while asking me.

"Of course not, no way it would be that easy." Amelie joined us, replying.

"At least we have words, right?" Said PrimRose smiling warmly at us.

"So you say." I said grudgingly "Haven't you read the new ban?"

Her mouth twitched slightly downwords. "No. What is it?"

"Ban #47: All writing must be read over by The Five Almighty Ones before publishing is authorized." Imogen wrinkled her nose.

"Stupid..." Muttered PrimRose "Almighty Ones...as Almighty as the plastic flamingo in their unnaturally neon green yard."

"Their yard really is a strange green..." Little Miss Hollywood put in.

As they chatted, I zoned out slightly, writing my poem. Slowly but surely I was almost—

The Great Hall's door slammed. In entered Midnight Rogue, looking angry, and out of breath.

"I just had an interesting talk to The Creaters." She slammed six pieces of paper on the table. "This is what they have to 'spare'."

"Six?! Six?! We can't all write with just six sheets of paper!" IceCreamGirl looked about ready to tear someone's brain out of their skull.

"The rest are for the Directioners." Midnight continued through gritted teeth.

"So a few million for them, and six for us?!"

"You have to be kidding!"

"This is messed up, what good is talent these days?!"

Angry protests filled the hall loudly.

"I'm sorry guys, but that's all for now, so save it if you can." Midnight rubbed her temples, looking stressed.

The Movellian's world was chaos and they knew it.