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Post by hilloneko on Apr 30, 2007 5:20:25 GMT 9.5
yes more updates *does Happy dance* pure awesomeness Incapa.
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Post by himiko on Apr 30, 2007 5:40:49 GMT 9.5
Made of pure greatness, as usual.
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Post by Tosca on Apr 30, 2007 5:58:25 GMT 9.5
Aww, that was brill as always! And zomg at the speed of these updates! Keep em coming! <33333 Creative blasts are definitely a good thing.
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Post by Mab Rox on May 2, 2007 7:40:46 GMT 9.5
Twas love! <3!
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Post by Tosca on May 17, 2007 3:12:54 GMT 9.5
*nudges* I don't suppose there's any chance of an update sometime soon?
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Post by mirandafan on May 17, 2007 3:55:18 GMT 9.5
Glad to see I'm not the only one I'll be waiting as well, since I have now done my share.
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Post by Incapability on May 17, 2007 5:49:47 GMT 9.5
Oh, you and your incessant nudges. Very well. Take it or leave it. ------------ Voldemort was walking in circles in a poorly lit, gloomy room. He was so busy thinking his furious, villainous and slightly grumpy thoughts that the cliché of the situation completely escaped him. Robes billowing behind him, he took another dramatic turn and snarled at Wormtail, who was cowering in a corner. “How dare she talk to me like that! How dare she question my actions, my authority! Wormtail!” The pathetic little creature winced and tried to make himself invisible by pressing himself against the wall. It wasn’t working all that well. Voldemort brought his face really close to his’, making him almost wet his robes with sheer, unspoilt panic, and continued: “Is my authority of the kind that could be questioned?” “O – of course not, my Lord”, came out from between clattering teeth, the words almost unrecognisable. Voldemort resumed his circling. “I thought as much. And yet”, here, he made an intimidating, swishing sort of gesture with his cloak, “and yet she did not see the necessity of showing the slightest bit of respect! It’s outrageous! If she ever comes to my eyes again, I shall …” His fingers made strangling motions that failed to impress the thin air they were grasping, but created a nice effect in making Wormtail choke and turn an interesting shade of ashy/purple. “Master, if I may offer my unworthy thoughts …”, a dark voice spoke from the shadows, and slowly, Severus Snape stepped into the circle of light, taking the curt, angry nod as a sign that he was not going to be mercilessly tortured if he spoke on, “I beg you to keep in mind why you graced her with your attention in the first place. She is obviously a stranger to our world. This could be used to your advantage, my Lord …” A sick, maniacal grin broke the grim lines of Voldemort’s face. “Your point is valid, my faithful servant.” She was, after all, probably not aware of the sheer extent of his powers. He might have been a little harsh in his judgement. And besides, she really had pretty eyes.
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Post by himiko on May 17, 2007 5:59:16 GMT 9.5
Ah, me loves the part. There is much to be said for the pestering approach after all.
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Post by Tosca on May 17, 2007 6:01:16 GMT 9.5
Awh, the amazingness! Thank you for updating! *GLOMPS* You've gotta love Voldemort in this. ^^ And hey, pestering really does work! *is stunned by own genius*
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Post by Incapability on May 17, 2007 6:05:35 GMT 9.5
Thanksies!
I'm still unsure what to do next.
Another Mab/Voldy encounter? The first "conversation" between Mab and Harry (because, much as I hate the thought, I probably won't be able to avoid him), or let Mab take on the job Minerva kindly offered her? I must admit I'm rather eager to see what she will do to poor old Neville ...
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Post by Tosca on May 17, 2007 6:10:15 GMT 9.5
Hmm... well, given Mab's scorn for Harry already, I think a scene between those two could be fun. But if the Mab/Voldemort scene is anything like the last one, that gets my vote!
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Post by himiko on May 17, 2007 6:15:44 GMT 9.5
Well, any of the above three gets my vote, though I suppose if I had to pick one, I'd probably say an encounter between Mab and Harry, as much as I'd love to see the other two, as well.
Ah, yes, poor Neville, indeed...
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Post by Mab Rox on May 17, 2007 7:03:35 GMT 9.5
ROFL, I'm with Himiko. ;D Though if you do any of the above, you will have a very happy Mab Rox on your hands.
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Post by mirandafan on May 17, 2007 22:51:16 GMT 9.5
I agree with all three possibilities. Looks like the converse with Harry over roles the others, and I must admit, I would like to read that too. love, as always
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Post by Incapability on May 23, 2007 4:55:11 GMT 9.5
I ... sort of decided to go with the lesson. Will try and get the other stuff in somehow.
Enjoy!
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Whispers were running to and fro in the Defence classroom, whispers claiming the unexpected, the impossible, the unknown.
They had all seen the odd, dark figure that now resided within their walls. But no one had caught more than a glimpse, no one could have said for sure that she had been more than a shadow in the corner of the eye. And now she was to come and teach them in what could easily be considered the most vital subject of these days. It was undeniable that teaching had become necessary. They had been out of a teacher for months, waiting for their designated professor Bill Weasley to regain his health enough to take up classes. Every once in a while, one of the other professors would take on as a substitute, but lessons had been less than frequent, and the image of Professor Sprout trying to teach them how to block curses still made for many jokes in the common rooms.
Now, however, the times of fun and flying paper balls were likely to be over. The whispers had not yet died completely when the pupils in the first rows noticed the shadows behind the teacher’s desk moving, and their new teacher stepped forward with an implicitness that suggested she had been lurking in the back of the room all along, though each of the pupils would have sworn that no one had been there before.
One pointed glare sent them all scurrying for their places, and Neville, who seemed particularly shocked by the sudden appearance, missed the bag someone had left in the aisle between the desks. His foot made an unfortunate connection with it and, not recognising the impracticality of the same, refused to part with said bag, sending Neville sprawled all across the floor. The shock of the fall was soon replaced by wonder at the stony silence that reigned the room - usually, the class would be bursting with laughter at his clumsiness. But when he lifted his head from the ground, he saw the hem of a deep-blue gown directly in front of his eyes. His gaze continued its journey upwards and came to a rather abrupt halt when it met the face of his teacher. And he knew why his classmates weren’t laughing at him. Nobody would laugh at someone who was about to be killed in a very painful way. As she bent down, her arm reaching for him and her hand seeming like an overgrown claw, Neville squeezed his eyes shut to await his early end. Feeling her hand clasp around his upper arm, he asked himself if she was going to rip him apart, limb by twitching limb. Only nanoseconds later, he was yanked upwards rather unceremoniously, and a rasping voice hissed, “This is exactly what is going to kill him in the end. It won’t be because a curse hit him. It will be because he was stupid enough to jump right in its way.” And with this, she pushed him towards his place and turned to glide back to the front of the room with the calm demeanour of someone who had just let a small beetle out of the window.
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