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 Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 12:20 am
Voldemort delicately took Echo's hand in his own, kneeling before her he looked up deep into her eyes.
"Would you please do me the honour..." He began emotionally.
"-isn't remotely comparable-"could be heard from Potter's direction.
"Would you please consider...?" Voldemort trailed off. Words stolen, breath stalling. What presence! What an auror of incoming death and destruction this girl was emitting!
"-still has both parents and a sibling for crying out loud!"
Voldemort glanced over at Potter briefly and took heart.
"I find myself in need of an arch nemesis," he explained," and was wondering if we could come to some sort of an arrangement."
(( xd I love this thread!))
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 3:03 am
Harry narrowed his eyes in Voldemort's general direction. His mind raged with insults as he took insult from the situation that had taken place.
"That insipid.. simpering... miss?"
He paused for a moment, perhaps he was taking the wrong direction with this. For anything, this gave him a chance to get at Voldemort without him suspecting anything. He could feign acceptance, make a docile retreat and then pop back, in a coat of marvelous colors and win back Voldemort's heart... errm... evil heart.
He paused at this idea and realised that perhaps, deep inside, he was actually quite intelligent. It was probably Ron's influence. No way could that stupid blond Hermione teach him anything. She had nothing in her head except air. But this idea of making Voldemort feel his loss and then returning with a sparkle, he owned, was entirely him. Neither Ron nor any other of his mentors or idols could really take credit.
Feeling quite happy with himself, he smiled graciously and skipped over to Daft.
"I gather you know all about me, so no need for introductions."
He grinned at her, making sure his hair flew in a flyabout manner. He had managed to, even with the mud sticking from it and the occasional seed or leaf also protuding, to shape it into some sort of grecian curl style.
((So do I~!))
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koji_nagumesei Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 4:00 pm
Interesting. Echo took her hand back carefully, studying her fingernails as she deliberated - the Dark Lord waited politely, even though the knees of his robes were slowly soaking up dew from the wet grass. Very interesting; he wasn't even trying to make her hurry up, while Potter simpered up to Daft in the background. Git - but she returned her attention to the more dignified wizard before her.
"Of course I can see how such an arrangement would be beneficial to you," she murmured, marveling that he was managing to choke down such impudence from a mere student. Filch was busy - pointedly kicking Professor Snape in the side to make him get up and do something; Potter spouting inane mush from somewhere behind her.
"I will consider it," Echo muttered, her hair blowing across her face following a sudden damp explosion from Potter's direction. The Dark Lord had no hair but he rose gracefully - grass stains aside - and swept away.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 5:37 pm
The spell Daft had intended to use was 'stupefy'. However, true to form what had been produced was an interesting variation of the 'pumpkinify' curse.
Ah well, an explosion is an explosion. Even if it's in the form of high speed volatile fruit/vegetables.
Potter regained vertical stature, covered in bits of pumpkin. His drycleaner would not be happy. Daft had retreated back behind Echo, trusting that her sister to spurn anymore advances, with excessive force if need be.
Voldemort glided purposefully towards the exit of the clearing, picking up Snape as he went along. He nodded graciously to Filch as he passed and on reaching the edge of the clearing, bowed with great respect to Echo. "When you've come to your decision, please let me know," he said to Echo. "You can even bring your sister of you wish."and disappeared in a flash of black billowy smake.
(Filch had glared back. Probably the only neutral party in the magical world, he judged people individually without bias, purely on the amount of mess they made. Cats were his only exception. Thus, he disliked Potter and Voldemort in equal amounts)
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 11:39 pm
Harry stood stunned for a moment when pieces of orange vegetables were flung wildly at him and around him. For an awkward moment, Harry had almost come to the conclusion that Daft did not like him, however (and no one could be quite sure why), the fact that Daft had hid behind her sister afterwards seemed to cancel the effect of the spell. He had taken her by surprise. He had not considered his actions when giving such wanted attention to a fangirl in such a concentrated amount. He confounded himself to wonder that in all of his selfish thoughts about winning Voldemort back, he had not thought of the poor chit's feelings. He felt his mistake once again and cleaning himself most speedily, he gave a mournfully sorry look in Daft's direction and concentrated on Voldemort's departure.
This served a few problems for Harry. Having become used to this dark and gloomy scenery, he had not thought about a change of location. He considered his fashion at the moment and decided that it would not do in lighter areas of the world. He assumed that with sunrise came sunlight, and yellow did not contrast well with the brightness of that substance. He thought well to himself and left to the castle to change.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 12:15 am
Echo winced at the vain little billow of smoke; it seemed a little over the top in the wake of so many pumpkins and undignified collisions. But Potter appeared to be admiring his own outfit, and the Dark Lord was a clear improvement.
Snape on the other hand was standing there with a sort of worried sort of shiftiness that he just couldn't quite pull off. Filch didn't seem to have connected him to the Death Eaters and Daft might just have missed it; but he stood to get into a great deal of trouble if Potter took it into his head to dob him in. Echo groaned inwardly - so did she, and she wasn't optimistic enough to assume that everyone would conveniently forget.
"Ah...thank you Professor Snape," she said in as vapidly grateful tone as she could manage (and winced again when it came out distinctly sarcastic). "Your timely intervention has saved us all from whatever torments the D- You-Know-Who would have made us suffer." Filch snorted from somewhere behind her, but Snape caught on quickly.
"You're welcome...cherished students," he replied gallantly (read: sounding as though he really really wanted to kill something). "Come, let us return to the castle."
"Yes Sir," Echo and Daft chorused together after a stealthy application of a loving sisterly elbow. "I'm afraid I haven't finished my essay on toxic inks; might I have a day's extension?"
"Certainly," he bit out, grinding the pinkish flower by his boot into the grass.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 8:38 pm
((.....
Do you have ANY idea how hard this is to follow? gonk I 'spose that's what I get for not posting since '08 sometime...
Oh well. I'd get involved again if it weren't for my recent total-lack-of-anything-Gaia...
RANDOM EDIT: This thread is over two years old. YAY!))
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 2:02 am
Daft was unhappy. This was due to numerous reasons. However, foremost was the unfufilled visions she'd had. In her experience, the longer a vision took to come true, the worse the result. The billowing smoke probably wasn't an issue, most likely it referred to her next potions class, she devoutly hoped the crystaline shatter meant that she was going to break another of Professor Trelawney's crystal balls. (They were very expensive...) But the beeping noise!? It was unusual. Which meant bad. Daft didn't like bad.
So it was with a distinct cloud of impending doom that she followed her sister and the others back up to Hogwarts.
Also there was the problem of He-who-shall-not-be-named-even-though-everyone-knows-his-name-and-after-roughly-eighteen-years-are-quite-frankly-starting-to-wonder-if-they-can-still-be-bothered-wiht-all-the-hyphens-and-stuff and Echo. Daft knew she was from a long line of Slytherins and all that came with that, but deep down she felt that if Echo decided to turn to the dark side, as it were, she might be compelled to do something.
And wouldn't that technically put her on the same side as Potter?
Daft sighed, deciding that perhaps the best course of action was to immigrate and change her name.
Meanwhile...
"...", said Voldemort, looking at his lair.
"...?" enquired Wormtail, returnéd from pursuing Mischa.
"...!"replied voldemort with emphasis.
They both surveyed the now tangled mass of giant pumpkin vines which engulfed the structure entirely.
"Pumpkins are not dignified!" declared Voldemort," I shall not have them!"
"Well, they do have a certain...um..." Wormtail eyed the supersized growths," Volume?"
"I think we shall pay the Malfoys a visit!" Voldemort ignored these pitiful attempts to reconcile the world's most powerful and feared villian to the humble kitchen vegetable. (Albeit vegetables the size of small cars.)
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 9:30 pm
"Riddikulus!" Echo screeched (it was not a squeal; she did not squeal). It had just been too much to hope for, getting through the next day without some hideous reminder of the previous afternoon's traumatizing events. Surprisingly, the spell worked and the horrifying vision of yellow and brilliant, gleaming teeth disappeared obligingly - turning into an upside down turtle wobbling on its shell. Something funny; she hadn't really thought that far ahead but boggart-Potter was gone and that was the main thing. For a subconscious effort, the turtle was kind of amusing, doing its level best to rock itself back onto its feet.
She turned around, loftily (well, she was going for lofty but it was proving quite difficult as she couldn't shake the image of Potter in his ghastly suit) ignoring the politely bewildered expressions on her classmates' faces. With any luck she'd forced the boggart to change shape before they had a chance to recognize it; the real Potter was studying his nails where he'd chipped one opening the trunk. Pansy stepped forward, uttering a small shriek when the boggart assumed whatever terrifying concept she'd come up with - Echo didn't turn to look because she sincerely couldn't think of anything worse than what she'd already seen.
Actually...if he'd been wearing one of those cringe-worthy ruffled shirts favoured by soppish hero types - gah! Not a nice line of thought, nonononono - remember the bloodsucking foxgloves, lovely violent plants and such a deep red colour. Third on the list of things she intended to add to the garden; right up there with the Devil's snare and fire-weed. And yellow hydrangeas since they were so good for making poisons as well as being nice to look at. All technically on the blacklist but... Echo took a deep breath, somewhat calmed by the thought of all the interesting potions she was planning to make from it all. Pansy had disposed of the boggart, suffering the full force of Potter's debonair smile as he congratulated her. It got her ten extra points for Slytherin besides the five for getting the spell right and for once Echo didn't mind at all to be outdone.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 10:42 pm
After a long day of hard work and labour, (as he would like to think) Harry Potter sat down in his office with a nice cup of soup. Despite the brief interruption of the past day's events, Harry believed he had been quite a success both at hiding his identity and protecting his students. Seeing their gleaming faces as he showered them praise and watching their idolizing expressions as he saved their lives was what Potter truly wanted to live for.
But he would not take the easy way. Becoming a superhero with all the fame and glory of those muggle buffmen but to bide his time before stepping into the spotlight. Teaching the next generation of young witches and wizards whilst protecting them from Voldy's evil stare. (That evil stare.. you know the one..)
However, after Voldemort's disownment of Harry he was rather lost. Without a supreme archrival/enemy/villian and such, Harry would have to renounce his main character priviledges and give over his heroism elsewhere.
Harry pounded his fist on the table, tipping over the cup of soup that promptly dispensed its contents onto Harry's lap.
"I will not have this!" Harry exclaimed, whilst hurriedly grabbing at some boxed tissues.
"He's not allowed to disown me. We belong together!"
He got up, a sense of purpose growing inside of him.
Then he marched to the headmaster's office.
"I've decided to take leave!"
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