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Post by Incapability on Apr 27, 2006 3:49:12 GMT 9.5
well, I've read somewhere that as long as there are ravens in the Tower, the kingdom will last, or some stuff like that. Uhhhh ... suspicion! Glad you like!
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Post by himiko on Apr 28, 2006 2:02:40 GMT 9.5
Ah, yes, that be the one. Damn, Britain's in trouble! Nooooooooo!
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Post by Incapability on May 20, 2006 2:28:40 GMT 9.5
Yes! I actually did it! I continued! btw, grammar corrections or hints at strange sentences are always welcome!
The Evil Plotbunny-Challenge - Part Seven
About four weeks later (would have taken ages to get out of the situation otherwise)
Minerva was hiding behind a bookshelf in the Forbidden Section of the library, the now-returned Madame Pince next to her, and the two of them watched Mab read some of the oldest books one could possibly find in the whole of Britain, books that were written in Runes so old that it took even the Ancient Runes teacher about an hour to read a page, with both breathtaking speed and shattering indifference towards their age and value. After several useless attempts to keep Madame Pinch from noisily flinching every time Mab furiously turned one of the frail pages that were usually touched with gloves and fingertips, Minerva gave up and pulled the librarian out of the Forbidden Section before she jumped at the woman’s throat. She really had no idea why she was letting Mab stay, no one felt comfortable around her, and more than a few were openly avoiding her. She only knew that she liked to keep her where she could watch her, and the library surely couldn’t do any harm. Especially seeing as she was not reading spell books, but history books that were only being kept in the Restricted Section so they could not be harmed by the hands of students. She had read herself through the whole history of the Wizarding World over the last weeks, and each book had made her more furious. Minerva clearly remembered the day Mab had first read about Witch persecution in the Middle Ages, and she doubted she would ever forget it. Her eyes had sent sparks flying around, she had hissed in anger, and Minerva would have sworn that it would not have taken much and smoke would have come out of her fingertips. The only other topic she was so sensitive about was the great old wizard Merlin. Mab had grabbed every book that only distinctly mentioned him first thing when she had set foot in the library, and while reading she had muttered things like “Traitor”, “Coward”, “Hypocrite” or “How very typical. The same mistakes as always. I knew he would never learn that.” It almost seemed as if she knew him, or had known him, rather, and that only added to her mystery. Minerva had not yet been able to find through the story Mab had told her when she had “arrived”. She had said something about a gnome called Frik keeping her away, about her son banishing her from human memories, without which she could not truly exist, and about some spell someone had cast so long ago that no one could really remember who it had been, that had enabled her to return once the last of her old enemies was gone. She only knew that the ravens were still roaming the grounds, making teaching almost impossible, that the Thestrals had left the forest and were now gathering in front of the castle gates, much to the displeasure of Hagrid and Filch, the first of whom did not understand at all why his little dearies were acting so strangely, while the latter saw his carefully groomed lawn gradually turn into mud under invisible hoofs. They seemed to be waiting for a glance at the unwelcome visitor, just like several griffons and hippogriffs that had turned up out of nowhere. Minerva sighed deeply. Mab had not yet turned her attention to the existence of Voldemort, and thus it had not been necessary to tell her about the order, but of course they had talked about her. They were extremely worried about what she might do once she was aware of the present-day situation in the Wizarding World. She had been very angry when she had found out about muggles persecuting witches and wizards. She was surrounded by an aura of power that was of incomparable intensity, and power always attracted power. If she did not join the Death Eaters on her own, they were bound to come to her once they were aware of her. But she would also be a valuable member for the Order, if only they could convince her of their aims and principles. They would have to wait and see, and while doing that they would have to carefully explore the nature of her character.
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Post by himiko on May 22, 2006 6:01:02 GMT 9.5
Another great chapter! Me so happy with updating-ness! I like the bit at the beginning about Madam Pince and the books.
I confess, I'm interested as to what will happen when Mab finds out about and meets either the Order or the Death Eaters.
Please update soon!
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Post by Lady of the Lake on Jun 11, 2006 3:47:12 GMT 9.5
I love this story! Wonderful job so far. Can't wait for the next chapters
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Post by Incapability on Jun 23, 2006 4:38:14 GMT 9.5
Seing as everyone seems to be in the writing-mood, I thought I'd join the club:
The Evil Plobunny-Challenge - Part Eight
“We can’t just invite her to come into the Order! What am I supposed to say to her? ‘I have no idea where you come from and what your intentions are, but please do join our secret Order to fight the Dark’? Really, Remus, sometimes I think you have lost the last little bit of common sense your friends had the grace to leave to you.” Minerva shook her head. Another few weeks had passed, and Mab had by now caught up on the history of the last 1500 years. She was currently reading all she could about him, and she had been caught eyeing Potter suspiciously, as if to measure how much power he might have. “But Minerva, don’t you sense how powerful she is? The very air is vibrating! We should assure us her loyalty before the others do. I mean, she has to take sides one day, and from the way she looks at everyone as though they were a piece of meat I do not think morals will play an important part in her decision. We have to convince her that we can triumph over the Death eaters, otherwise she’ll smash us like an old pumpkin.” Minerva sighed. Sometimes, Remus’ senseless babbling made frightening sense.
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“Wormtail! When I said ‘leave’ I did mean out of earshot. You should have learned that by now, so get away from that keyhole!” A flash of red light was shot towards the slightly ajar door, you could hear a man groaning in agony, and Voldemort faced the man kneeling before him again, a curious glimmer in his gleaming eyes. “You can speak freely now, my faithful servant! What could you find out about this person those poor fools are trying to hide from me, when they should realise that such power is impossible to hide?” Snape bowed his head even lower to escape the piercing stare, and began to speak, silently but firmly, knowing that frightened mumbling and whimpering would only anger the dark lord. “Your observations were most correct, master, she seems to be of extraordinary power.” Voldemort snorted. “Of course I was right. I am always right.” Snape cringed. His master was in one of his difficult moods today, and when he was he was even testier than a woman asking her husband what he thought of her dress-robes. There could only be wrong answers, and Snape dearly hoped he would choose the one that was least wrong. “I also learned that neither staff nor students seek her company, everyone seems to avoid her presence. Madame Pince has attempted to strangle her several times for ‘mistreating of innocent books’, as she put it.” Voldemort chuckled. “Good old Madame Pince. She will never change. Who knows, I might even let her live once we take over Hogwarts, we will only have o threaten to burn the library to the grounds to assure us her undying loyalty …” Snape tried not to become impatient. Impatience in presence of the dark lord was dangerous, no matter how long he rambled. “Yes, master. But she did not read just any books. She read the old rune books from the Restricted Section, even the ones that were said to be unreadable. That means she cannot be from here, or from any other country we have relations to, otherwise she would have been fetched to translate them far earlier. No, these runes are more dead than Dumbledore, no living soul, no human being knows how to read them.” Voldemort’s expression was thoughtful. “That leaves just one possibility. She is not human. But be that as it may, I want her, I want her and her power. It will be your job to bring her here.” Snape bowed and muttered something about “great honour” and “not disappoint” and secretly wondered how the hell he was supposed to reach her.
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Post by himiko on Jun 23, 2006 5:01:47 GMT 9.5
*is excited and most anticipationary*
Loved the chapter. Though you captured the characters well, liked the interactions of the two different sides.
So... they both want Mab to join them before she joins the other, hmmm. So, how will they go about it, and what will she decide?! I must know, dammit!
*translates from Mentalist into English*: The chapter was great, and I want to find out what happens next as soon as humanly possible before my guts explode from waiting.
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Post by Incapability on Jun 23, 2006 5:04:49 GMT 9.5
*bows humbly* thanks! I'm also major curious to find out what she will do. glad you think I managed to capture Voldy.
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Post by Incapability on Jul 22, 2006 3:10:10 GMT 9.5
Believe it or not, but due to Summer-holiday-goodness I found the time to actually do something useful like write:
The Evil Plotbunny-Challenge - Part Nine
Mab stood on the Astronomy Tower, watched the nightly sky and mused over how the world had changed. Strange as this might sound to the likes of you and me, for her it was the most natural thing, just as for anyone who had caught up on the last 1500 years in seven weeks. For some strange reason, magic had not completely disappeared, even though she and her kingdom had been forgotten. There were more witches and wizards than there had been before her downfall. But their magic was different, it did not come from the elements, from the earth itself, it seemed to be within themselves. But this kind of magic was not as strong as the kind she knew, and it sounded different. Her own magic was humming, just like the earth and the stars. This new magic was silent for most of the time, and only when a spell was uttered it made a short swishing sound. The three stages of wizardry were mostly unknown, and being a hand-wizard seemed to be a sign for being extremely powerful. Then, there was the war that was obviously raging among wizards. The Dark against the Light, just as it had always been, but now it was but humans fighting one another. It was no longer Death against Life, Summer against Winter, it was all reduced to Good or Evil, not realising that neither of these things existed and that only morals created them. The “Dark Side” seemed to have realised at least that, and yet Mab could not bring herself to sympathise with them – she did not object to killing where it was necessary, not in the least! – but taking the lives of innocent people, just for the sake of it … she sighed. It seemed as though there couldn’t be a right choice; either she chose the Light, whose leaders’ attitudes strongly reminded her of Merlin’s, what with all this Good and Evil, or the Dark, which seemed to be more powerful, not bound by conscience, yet destroying everything they came across. At least that was what she had learned so far, and it was just what she had heard about Vortigern in the past. True, the man had enjoyed killing and torturing immensely, but it had always had a purpose, there had always been a reason, small though it might have been. She had had the chance to see the Light, now she wanted to see whether her information about the Dark had been correct, and there was only one way of doing so. She brought her memories of the tall, greasy-haired man back to her mind, closed her eyes and disappeared.
I can't say I'm particularly happy with it, but it somehow helped to break my writer's block a bit.
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Post by himiko on Jul 25, 2006 6:26:21 GMT 9.5
Yayness! How great summer holidays can be when they yield extra chapters!
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mackalya
Mirandaholic
keep smiling,it makes them wonder what your up to.
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Post by mackalya on Jul 25, 2006 6:30:57 GMT 9.5
wow i love it !! can i print them?¿
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Post by Kierah on Jul 28, 2006 10:55:15 GMT 9.5
Your writing is as wonderful as ever and I look forward to more.
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Post by Incapability on Jul 30, 2006 15:33:59 GMT 9.5
go print whatever you like.
I'm having a bit of trouble with the next part, seeing as it involves Voldy's POV. I'v already written some of it, but if it were written on paper instead of screen, I'd probably rip it into tiny pieces. anyone know any good Voldy-POv-fics?
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mackalya
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keep smiling,it makes them wonder what your up to.
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Post by mackalya on Aug 1, 2006 0:06:43 GMT 9.5
ooohhh thank you incapa, i have found my new favorite author *happy dance (with story papers in hand)*
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Post by Incapability on Aug 2, 2006 21:10:16 GMT 9.5
*feels flattered*
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