INT. JK'S APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM.
A RAMSHACKLE, DECAYING APARTMENT. IN A DARKENED LIVING ROOM, CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED CHILDREN'S AUTHOR JK ROWLING IS BLEARILY SNORTING ENDLESS LINES OF COCAINE ON TOP OF A DISCARDED COPY OF HALF BLOOD PRINCE. A STEREO IS BLARING IN THE BACKGROUND.
SUDDENLY, THE PHONE RINGS. WITH A GROAN, JK ROWLING STUMBLES TOWARDS IT, KNOCKING OVER A GROWING PILE OF PIZZA BOXES AS SHE PICKS UP THE RECEIVER.
JK Rowling: I thought I told you I wasn't to be disturbed!
Agent: Sorry, Mrs Rowling. It's just the people up at
Bloomsbury were wondering if you happened to come up with those names for the new magical schools yet?
JK Rowling: (Takes a drag from a cigarette) You fucking
what?
Agent: You know, names for new magical schools. Normally there wouldn't be such a rush, it's just you promised to come up with something two weeks ago-
JK Rowling: Oh, right...that fucking
Pottermore update. Jesus. Shit, man...I dunno. This isn't exactly a good time. I'm kind of tweaking out here.
Agent: I know Mrs Rowling, it's just that-
JK Rowling: (Putting head in her hands) Alright, alright. For fuck's sake. For the Americans...call their school...I don't know....just throw a lot of consonants together in a makeshift Scrabble explosion.
Ivermorny or some shit.
Agent: Ivermorny? What does that mean?
JK Rowling: WHO GIVES A SHIT? THEY'RE KIDS! THEY'LL LIKE WHAT I TELL THEM TO LIKE!
Agent: Yes, Mrs Rowling.
JK Rowling: Then...then...give
Brazil a school! Yeah! Fucking
Brazil! Call it
Castelobruxo or something. Something with castle in it to sound fancy, who gives a fuck. Then...call the Japenese school...oh, what the fuck do I care...call it "Magic Place".
Agent: Well,
Google Translate tells me that would translate into
Mahoutokoro...
JK Rowling: Perfect. Little shits will eat it right the fuck up.
Agent: Thank you for your time, Mrs Rowling.
JK Rowling: Go fuck yourself!
JK ROWLING SLAMS DOWN THE RECEIVER. AFTER A MOMENTS PAUSE, SHE STAGGERS BACK TOWARDS THE TABLE, WHERE SHE HUNGRILY BEGINS TO SNORT ANOTHER LINE OF COCAINE.
JK Rowling:
I AM THE EIGHTH HORCRUX!