Note: There will be a narrated version of this available within the coming days / weeks, narrated by yours truly, me (probably). If you are, for some reason, interested in being a narrator, please feel free to comment here or direct message me. Now, with that said, into the story we go. 

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Peppa was sat in a high-street cafe, carefully cradling her cupped coffee as she stared down at her notebook. Today, she had manual sketches to design, as well as virtual graphics to design. Peppa despised virtual graphics. She sighed and sipped her coffee before typing and posting a tweet using her computer. 

Peppa @PeppaLePigg 15:33
haha lol, doing some work and it's boring as heck

She left the tab in favour of opening a new one. 

In the tab, she typed the web address 'www.umfudgebridge.com' (not a real website, to my knowledge).

As soon as the page had loaded, she let out a sigh, not one of pent up frustration, such as her last, but one of pure and utter contentment as she gazed upon the beautiful face of Dolores Jean Umbridge, politician, soon to be executive of a sweet company. Oh how times change. Peppa remembered being a young soul, at the age of ten, admiring the Great Umbridge she had heard so much of on the news. She had done great things for the town, the community, their community. Her father had been as supporter, a keen supporter of Fudeg, Cornelius Fudge, the current labour party leader, to which dearest Umbridge has seemingly dedicated her life to. 

She was on may covers of many magazines, proclaiming her great love and admiration for Fudge's work and a part of Peppa wondered whether they were perhaps more than friends or collegauges, the woman was willing to give up her career for the man, for goodness sake! Surely there was something more? There had to be! Peppa didn't quite know why she seemed to care so much, it was just that, well.. maybe she had a little bit, a bit of a celebrity crush on Dolores. 

Peppa was removed from her thoughts and brought back to reality with the slightest ping of her phone, alerting her that she had a message or reply from a verified user on Twitter. (may rename it to 'Twotter' for the purpose of this fan-fiction/story). Peppa wasn't too surprised, she too, was a verified user with almost twenty-six million followers. 

What did surprise her, though, was the username it had seemingly came and been sent from.

Dolores Umbridge @DLBridge 15.46
haha lolololol, know how that can be

Peppa was GOBsmacked. 

As if somebody had wacked her over the head with a medieval spell book.

EOC Note: This isn't edited
So any mistakes, I offer you my sincerest apologies