Emma Watson - A fattening Spell.

Ah yes of course the feminist spokeswoman Emma Watson would make a fine laughingstock. His mind raced with the possible options until the perfect play formed itself. If this woman began her career as a witch then it seemed poetically sweet that a spell should be the end of her career. He flexed his fingers which crackled with an aura of magical power. He knew that he needed to find the perfect time and place to optimize her humiliation. After a short time spent online stalking her activity the opportunity showed itself. Emma was going to be taking part in an open mic debate on feminism and her journey from Hollywood to the UN.

The day of the debate arrived. Emma was wearing a fashionable suit. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He waited for the ideal moment when everyone was settled and relaxed in the middle of the debate before stepping up to the mic and starting his opening statement.

"Hi. I was just wondering what effect your role as a Hollywood star has had on your ability to as a spokeswoman?"

Emma gave a kind smile before replying "That's an good question. Naturally I feel it has been a great asset when it comes to having a platform to speak from."

"But that platform is only given to people of certain appearances."

"What point are you trying to make here?"

"Simply that it a valid argument that your platform and your status originate from you being an attractive woman."

Any kindness was long gone from Emma now. "I am more than a good looking mouthpiece."

"I would contend that all you have is your looks. Without them you have nothing."

"I can assure you I have more going on than that."

"Lets test that theory then shall we?"

He raised his hand and a ball of green light erupted from his palm and flew straight at Emma Watson.