The "Evil Plot-Bunny" Challenge

[Incapability]

In a desperate attempt to break evil writers block, here is some sort of filling-thing:


Lucius Malfoy’s hand was resting on the head of the cane he even brought to Death Eater meetings, his thumb drawing lazy circles, and his whole appearance, even under the current circumstances, was one of arrogant elegance. For the moment, he could afford the carelessness of a relaxed posture, seeing as his master’s mind was completely focused on the tiny figure of the woman standing in front of him. He almost thought that they resembled two dogs suspiciously sniffing one another, but he caught himself at the very last moment. No one could afford to be that careless in the presence of the Dark Lord.
His master’s face seemed to show appreciation, as though the expectations he had had of this encounter had been surpassed by far. They had only known of a powerful stranger living amidst the Order, a stranger who’s powers were not only extraordinary but also unlike anything known to wizardkind. That could have been a brain-eating troll from Pluto for all they had known. And now they were presented this enrapturing beauty that seemed so unaffected by her surroundings, so thoroughly bored that it was almost insulting. Why had she come here? It was obvious that the Dark Lord wanted her for his Inner Circle, her power and her knowledge would be valuable beyond belief. But what was in it for her?

[himiko]

Yayee! You have filled me with happy happiness.

[Incapability]

*kicks fic*
Me: Nope, seems to be dead.

Fic: *stirrs slightly*

Me: Yay! It's alive again!

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“I think that to offer me a seat would not be out of place.” Mab observed that the dark figures were shuffling around uncomfortably, and that Voldemort’s non-existent eyebrows had shot up.

“Madam, it is not common practice for my followers to sit down in my presence.”
Mab smirked. He was just like any other mortal. Just as presumptuous, just as self-important, just as stupid. Had he really thought she would not observe this pathetic way of forced display of respect?

She moved a hand in a well practiced, consciously careless gesture and made a seat appear out of thin air. Just to spite him, she had conjured her throne out of her palace beneath the hills, a dark, shimmering piece that had power radiating from it.

“How convenient then that I am none of your so-called followers”, and with a particularly shining smile she sat down and waited for Voldemort to overcome his surprise at her audacity.

“Now, tell me. What aims do you pursue with your war? What is your cause?”
Voldemort lauged, and it was not a pleasant sound. Actually, it was rather like an old dog with an asthmatic cough.

“You … you are kidding me!” He wiped his eyes in mock amusement and shook his head disbelievingly. “Surely you are kidding me.”

“Ah, but why should I be? Every war must have a cause. Make one up if you have to, but you cannot have a war without a cause.” Mab did no longer bother to smile. She did not take kindly to being laughed at.

“And what if power is the cause? What if I seek to gain the power to rule the Universe?”
Mab’s eyebrows shot up again, but that and a small, almost unrecognisable grin were her only reactions to that ridiculous answer.

“Then I would have to tell you that your war needs a new cause. Never has the Universe been ruled by a single being, let alone a mortal; and neither has the earth. Tell me again, what is your cause?” Her white teeth blinking at him through the darkness seemed to mock him, just as her very presence was becoming more insulting by the second.

“Madam”, he pressed through gritted teeth, keeping in mind what a valuable ally she could be, as this was the only thing that could keep him from crucio-ing her ‘round the block and back, “Madam, of what concern is my cause to you? Do you think I will tell you? How do I know that you will be loyal to it?”

“But here lies the paradox, my friend. How can I swear to be loyal to a cause I do not know?”
“In that case,” Voldemort spat, “You already know my cause. I seek to gather power, power and immortality!” He detested his visitor more with every second that passed and with every word that was spoken.

She stood up from her seat and was coming towards him now, slowly, her cold stare fixing him. Standing next to him, she bent down and whispered “Why, then I suggest you change your course of action, or there will be no one left to rule, no one to acknowledge your power, no one to keep you immortal.
Think about it, will you?”

Voldemort was about to give an angry reply – who did she think she was! – but there was no one there to yell at, and he decided to take it out on Wormtail instead. He was the one who could scream the loudest.

[avalon]

GREAT STUFF!!

[himiko]

YAY! *dance of mentalist joy at fic resurrection*

Heehee, love the way Mab manages to piss him off so easily.

[Mab Rox]

;D Tis love!

[Tosca]

There are some pretty decent fics on this site. This is definitely not one of them. Pretty decent fics tend not to make me want to glue my eyes to the screen, stifle all sniggers in an attempt to read quicker, go blue from bated breath or sit agog in a vague sense of awe at the general amazingness.
Incapa, this is... *has no adjectives* And I'm not even a fan of Hogwarts! I absolutely adore the way you capture all the characters, whatever the hell you say, the gleeful sardonic tones, the understated humour, and bleh. *gives up*
I have one complaint, however. If it takes you as long to update as it has in the past, I will hire a personal sleuth, get him to find your address, come to your house at the dead of night, break both your legs, attach you to a drip so that you don't starve, and chain you to the keyboard. Then I will take you, youur computer and your drip to a deserted island with a power source so that nobody will interrupt you from this genius work.
You, my friend, have some serious talent. And the worst thing is, it all seems absolutely effortless. *stabbity of jealous rage* Love you!

[hilloneko]

I really, really like this fic. I think you captured all the Characters very very well incapa.

[Incapability]

*is confused as Hell by the word 'sleuth'*

*goes to look it up*

*is scared*

Ummm ... erh ... well ... that idea with the island really sounds erh ... nice ...

*hides*

btw, careful with all that praise, one day or another I might actually believe you!

[Tosca]

*kills all modest geniuses* You'd better!

[mirandafan]

So..... what happenes next?? Please continue!!!

[Incapability]

*shiveringly offers update-tidbit to ecape being imprisoned on lonely, Mirandatian-less island*




Once again, Minerva was hiding behind a bookshelf in the Forbidden Section, and once again she was not alone. This time, however, she was spared the task of preventing an attempted murder by the hands of one Irma Pince. She had always known that Remus wasn’t quite as keen on books as his broad knowledge might suggest, and so he didn’t particularly care for the new ‘abuse’ of the old, valuable tomes.

“And I say it again, Minerva: we need to talk to her. Before it’s too late. Don’t you wonder where she’s been last night? My nose tells me that she wasn’t having tea with a few old mates from college.”

The older woman angrily put her finger to her lips to shush him – not need to be overheard – and whispered “I agree that she needs to be talked to, but for Merlin’s sake, don’t let her know that we have someone keeping an eye on her coming and going. If we do indeed want her to join the Order, that would be a great base to build trust on, would it now.”

Remus put his hands up in admitted defeat. “You’re right. There you have it; you’re right. Now go talk to her!”

They continued their conversation for a few seconds by means of staring at each other, mainly saying things like ‘Why me?’, ‘Because you’re in charge!’, ‘Rot in Hell, Remus!’, and finally Minerva straightened her robes, put her glasses firmly on her nose and emerged from behind the shelf, every inch the determined, come-what-may martyr that was needed for this conversation.
Remus argued with himself for a few moments and then decided that he could dare to inch closer to the two of them. There was no way in Heaven or Hell that he was going to miss a single word of this.

[Tosca]

I love you. *worship* Happy-fix for the day! *bounces around in glee*
Well, it might not be so bad on that island. We could offer you Mab in a bikini for consolation.

[Incapability]

*thinks about offer*

Hmm, that's a whole new perspective coming up ...

[Mab Rox]

LOL. ;D This is love.