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The Second Road to Death - Sa13+ { Dedicated to Dee, and all the readers of Us. } To old readers - ahoy, maties! Welcome BACK! For news ones, I'm Maxie, and I've been writing fanfiction on SS for over three years. This is my thirteenth FF thread, and one which deals with the "darker" lot of first generation characters - Tom Riddle, Bellatrix Black, Lucius Malfoy and more. I may not always stick to cannon details, but one thing is guaranteed - Sit back and relax, because you're going to love this ride. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters - they belong to J.K. Rowling. * The Castles’ yearly balls were always runaway successes. And, now, with fairy-lit rose bushes to line the vast grounds, and floating, gold-touched candles to illuminate their green, the Castles were sure their annual ball would be an even grander affair than usual. “It shall be peerless,” Countess Alva Castle said, dipping her hands in her traditional bowl of rosewater, a technique that supposedly made them younger and fresher. “Of course, the Blacks…” her voice trailed off, but she shook away the uncertainty immediately. “A lot depends upon you this year, Andra.” Young Andra Castle put down the hairbrush she had been running through her thick, black hair, and raised an eyebrow. “Mother, please. Not the hostess thing again.” “Andra! Your English sounds vulgar. If you can not sound the way a Castle should, you had better not speak. Your language shall be noted during the ball – you are the hostess. I can not tolerate you speaking so.” Couldn’t she ever give the language thing a rest? Andra rolled her eyes, exasperated. The ball. The hostess. That was all she had hear about, this past month. Alva was making too big a deal out of this! Yes, being the hostess of a Castles’ ball was a prestige – at least, that was what everyone said – but, really, there was nothing grand about the fact that the hosting duties were being passed down to Andra, this year. For as long as she, Andra, could remember, her mother, the Countess, had hosted the ball. And done it splendidly, too. But it was time Andra was introduced into formal society – which probably meant she had come of age, right? – and the Countess had found the perfect way of doing it: passing on her hosting duties, and introducing Andra as the new hostess. Which duties Andra was already finding hectic, even with a week still to go before the ball took place. The way her mother spoke – You would think it was something out-of-the-world, being a hostess. “Be careful, Andra.” “Don’t walk like that, Andra.” “Speak politer, Andra.” “Can’t you learn to mix a butterwhisky, Andra?” “Andra!” “The Castles’ Balls are famed far and wide, both for grandeur of manner, and splendour of décor,” Countess Alva was now saying, as she carefully lifted the bowl of rosewater off the dressing table. “The splendour of décor, the Castles shall see to. But the grandeur of manner, you seem quite intent upon ruining.” Getting to her feet, Andra stifled a yawn. “I’m off to see Lucius. Maybe even Cissy. Call me back when you start speaking English again, mother dearest.” Alva Castle turned around, her manner impatiently patient, but Andra’s footsteps had already faded into a light, faraway sort of sound. The door to the Countess’s bedroom stood slightly ajar and, with a little sigh, Alva shut it, close. List of updates: Update 02 // Update 03 // Update 04 // Update 05 // Update 06 // Update 07 // Update 08 // Update 09 // Update 10 // Update 11 // Update 12 // Update 13 // Update 14 // Update 15 // Update 16 // Update 17 // Update 18 // Update 19 // Update 20 // Update 21 |
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:faint: Is that Dee me?! :loved: Noooo wayyyy, I can't possibly be lucky enough to have an FF by The Great Maxie dedicated to me! :gasp:!!! -Gets up and dies again- :faint: My heart can't take so much at once! And as if that wasn't enough ('cause Maxie must really be looking to give me a heart attack out of pure joy here :loved: ), DID I JUST READ THE NAME "LUCIUS MALFOY"!?!?!?! -Cough; choke; third death- :faint: MAXEHHHHHHH. :loved: OMG. If anyone can ever take Draco-precious's place is DEFINITELY Lucy-- Lucius! :loved: I'm already in pure love with this FF... I'm so in charge of the cover for this one too. :xd: And now that you've officially killed me, Maxie, I can finish this with a big, fat... I love you! ( |
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OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :gasp: ohmygoshanotherMaxehFF!!!! -screams- :jump: Yayyyyyyyyyy!! :bdance: This is sooooooo cool. xDDDDDDDDDD!! -ahem- Now that I've got that hyperness out of my system, I'll be normal. :P I'm so glad you have another FF, Maxeh, it just made me so happy. And no matter what it's about, I would love it, but it has MALFOY'S?! ^_^ Anywaysssss, the first post is Ah-Mah-Zing, and I want moooooore. :D And, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, I just can't say how much I LOVE you. :loved: |
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*hyperventilates* *faints* *gets back up and yells...* ANOTHER FAN FICTION BY THE AMAZING MAXIELUFF?!?!?!?!?!?!?! <3 *gasps for air* *calms down* I'm speechless. It was soo gooodddd. Will the Malfoy's play a big part in this story????!!!!!???? :D I luffed it soo muchhh!!!! && YOU!!! :) Jess |
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-dies WORSE than everyone else- seriously i just had a panic attack when i saw it was MAXSHIEEEEE and it was dedicated to me! :P (okay so mayeb the us readers, but im the bestest one :xd:) and i died. LUSHIEEEUSSSS. (L) :loved: I WUB YOU MAXSHEEEEE. how can you have so many ficlets that I am uberrrrrly in luuufff wifff. |
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NO. NO. NO. NO. I DIE WORSE THAN EVERYBODY IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! **CANT BREATHE!!!!** **CHOCKING FOR DEAR LIFE** MAXIELUFF!!!!! I CANT BELIEVE IT!!!!!!! ANOTHER FANFIC!!!:faint: :faint: :faint: YAY!!!!!! ITS SOOO GREAT!!!! JUST LIKE YOU!!!!!!!!!! PAMS!!!!!!!!! Love, Xavier P.S. IM THE BOMB!!!!!!! AND YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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By the way, I'm working on a little surprise for you, oh Maxieness the Greatness. :bow: :evil: P.S.: I'm sorry, I think I might have started a dying trend on your new fic. :( I totally didn't mean for all of your readers to die so that there would only be lil' ol' me... :evil: |
Dude, let them DIE. At this rate, I'll be your only reader and I'm quite content with having your writing only for my own pleasure. :evil: Anywayy, you already know how great you are at these FFs [*cough*AMAZING-SIGGY*cough*] so I won't ramble on about that any more than I have already but...dude, this fic marks the VERY first one I've started reading since the beginning in a VERY long time. Soooo, feel special. ;) Ha, no seriously, I've got high hopes for this one. The title is entirely too attractive and well, I couldn't help killing the cat with that darn curiosity everyone keeps warning me about. Not to mention the fact that I'm totally a sucker for romance stories. :shifty: I totally just subscribed and I'm looking forward to some more Ava, Maxie! :loved: |
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“Don’t be stupid, Wormtail. The Dark Lord has his ways of knowing. Unless you want to end up where Mason was supposed to end up, you better speak. And now.” She raised her wand, and "Wormtail" inadvertently took a step back. Which was, of course, of no real use, since all that he could achieve by putting distance between himself and her wand was.... nothing. Jenna White rolled her eyes at his action, lowering the wand. “Stop it, Wormtail. You know I’m not going to hurt you.” Peter Pettigrew hesitated. Behind him, the wall stretched like a never-ending boulder – He could not even back away, now. “I can’t kill,” he said, his voice squeaky. “He – he knows it. The Dark Lord knows it. I’m –” “– too much of a scared-y pants,” Jenna completed the sentence for him. “Wormtail – oh for, God’s sake, get a grip. Stop shivering!” As if pulled taut by an invisible string, Wormtail's frame stopped trembling at once. His face was still pale, though and, inwardly, he was still aquiver. How could he have even thought he could get away with this? When the Dark Lord told you to kill, you killed. He had, indeed, been foolish to think that he could only pretend he had killed Roger Mason - and get away with it. |
Wormtail was in trouble --- and Wormtail knew it. He could only thank his stars that it was Jenna White who was speaking to him. right now; Jenna who had found out his treachery, and not the Dark Lord himself. Treachery. He shivered again, just thinking of the word. That, indeed, the Dark Lord punished most severely. “You can’t have been naïve enough to think you could get away with not killing him,” Jenna was saying, now. Peter forced himself to look up at her. Her wide, silver eyes were boring into his mind. He tried to shut it out, all the memories, then looked away. “What do you want to know?” he asked feebly. “What did you do with Mason?” she said, at once. “You could figure it out without my telling you.” “Yeah. I could also use poison and the Cruciatus Curse to make you spill.” Wormtail shivered again - it was no use, beating about the bush. “I wiped his memory clean.” Jenna swore under her breath. The idiot. He had been told to kill Roger Mason, not – not this. Wiped Mason’s memory clean? Of course, she had expected something of this sort from him. Before morning, the Ministry would know something was wrong with Mason and, knowing Peter’s feeble memory charms, before morning they would have figured out what had happened to the Unspeakable, too. “Wormtail, you’re an idiot,” she said, slapping her forehead in frustration. “Can you imagine what you’ve done? By tomorrow, the Ministry will find him. And they know plenty enough methods to get him to recover his memory or, at least, to make him remember who modified it. And all the knowledge he has - when the Dark Lord finds out -” “Don’t tell him!” Peter squealed, throwing himself at her feet. Jenna took a step back, clearly exasperated. “Don’t try that stunt on me, Wormtail, it won’t get you anywhere. Here’s the deal: I’m giving you two hours. Two hours, and that’s it. Go kill Mason. And if you don’t – I’ll tell the Dark Lord.” “No!” Peter squealed. “No, please, Jenna – he –” “I’m not telling him, Wormtail. Not if you kill Mason within these two hours.” She backed away another step, as he attempted once more to get hold of her feet, then shrugged. “If, for whatever reason, you don’t, I’ll do the job myself. But it’s not going to be good for you. Now get up. Please.” Peter got to his feet, still a little shaky. “You won’t tell? Please?” There was something so wretched about his tone, Jenna felt almost sorry. Almost, but not quite. Foolish kid… He wasn’t meant for the Dark Arts, but here he was. A traitor. - A traitor to every side that did not seem the winning side. Almost with an effort, she nodded. “No, Peter, I won’t tell. Not if you can kill Mason in the next two hours.” |
No dying on me! These crazy ol' readers are rubbing off on you! About time someone with some sanity [*cough*] set you straight again. :eyebrows: Haha, really? That means I should post more and more and more, no? But, DUDE. What if you get so happeh that you EXPLODE? Is it possible? I'd try it but then well, I'm sortof scared of that fan-girl of yours named Dee. Did you hear that she goes in creepy haunted buildings and talks to ghosts? *shudders*Anyhowwww. *revives you* :] Title ties in with everything, eh? Ohmyohmyy. Ha, now you've got me brainstorming. :shifty: :shifty: --------------------------------------------------------- Jenna White, huh? I'm not quite sure what to make of all these new charries. She reminds me a bit of Bella but...well, Bella wouldn't waste her time with Wormtail, I don't think. Hmmm. And this Roger Mason person has got me puzzled too. They sound like such all-American names. :xd: Anyhowwww, I can't wait to see how it all falls together. Until then, I'll be stalking! :loved: |
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I did not talk to the ghost! :xd: It didn't show up... :( Maybe next time. :lol: But at least I don't stick mah grillll out like that when I'm playing games! Rawr. You fierce little thing. -Poke- Bahaha. Anyway. MAXIEEEEE. Amazing chapter!! -Stomps on Wormtail- Ugh, he's just so... bleh. Wormtail. Fits him well. :lol: Boo! That was (as usual, and you must be so sick of hearing it by now 'cause I sound like a broken record) wonderfully written and just full of plain AWESOMENESS. Though it'll be more awesome when my precious Lucy is introduced... :whistle: Can't wait for more! :glomp: |
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MAXEH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know what Dee means about broken record... But, seriously, that was so Ah-Mah-Zing. xD!! Man, do you know how much I wish I could write like you do? Everything about you're writing - and you, for that matter, is just so... Wow. Can't waiiiiiiit for more, this is getting really interesting. ^_^ And I agree with the Wormtail thing. I just... Gah. I don't even like writing him very much. :( |
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I luffed it Maxie!! Wormtail is such a traitor. (tehe.) Now who is this Mason guy and Jenna person??? Great Job! PAMS!! :) Jess P.S. This is my last post until August 4th. :( <3<3<3 |
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Might be headed out-of-town tomorrow, so I might not update again for a fortnight. =[ “You called, Victoria?” Andra Castle’s voice was stiff as she spoke, but Victoria Glade did not rise even half an inch from her seat. Sitting there, on the velvet sofa, she looked regal enough to throw you into a curtsey - though Andra’s eyes held nothing but a grudging sort of respect. “What is this I hear, Andraviona? You have not yet bought your dress for the ball?” Andraviona. Andra flinched. No one called her that, absolutely no one. Not since she had turned fifteen, and told everyone off for calling her something so complicated. The only exception was, had always been, Victoria. |
Victoria - Victoria, whose wealth rivalled her fame - Victoria, whose manner of carriage spoke as much of luxury, as of elegance - - Victoria, whom Andra could not help hating. “That is my business,” she said dryly. “You shall bring down the Castles’ name yet, Andraviona,” Victoria said calmly. The calculated calm, the silent venom. Andra hated it, loathed it. - - Victoria Glade may be one of the most respected and feared names in the elite Wizarding class, and Victoria Glade may be her mother’s best friend, but that did not mean Andra felt any reverence towards her. She accepted the fact that, at fifty years of age, the woman’s hair was blacker than Andra’s own, and her number of suitors larger – but, despite it, or because of it, she hated Victoria. “The Castles’ name is more my problem than yours, Victoria,” Andra said, flaring. “It is my family, and your connection to it is limited to –” Victoria raised a hand to stifle what seemed like a small yawn. Andra felt like her frame was on fire. “Barely a week to go to the ball, and you have not yet selected a dress,” Victoria said, smoothing out the non-existent creases in the black gown that stretched to the very tips of her toes. “The hostess has not yet selected a dress. I wonder if Alva knows –” “Mum is fully aware –” “– how much of a disappointment you are turning out to be, Andra.” Andra stomped one foot on the ground. “I was going to buy it today, alright? In fact, I was just going over to the Blacks. Cissy and I –” Victoria’s face was incredulous. “Cissy and I? Cissy? Cissy as in, Narcissa Black?” For the first time, Andra looked somewhat sheepish, almost like a child caught red-handed in an act of mischief. It was a mark of the depth of her dislike of Victoria Glade that she actually chose to support Narcissa. “Yes. Narcissa and I –” “Don’t be foolish, Andra,” Victoria cut across. “You know very well how old the enmity between your family and the Blacks is: I am fully aware of your dislike for Narcissa Black. It is no use pretending, the way you pretend in front of people to be – what is the term? –” “– Best friends,” Andra supplied, with a kind of vindictive pleasure. “Yes. Best friends,” Victoria repeated. “Best friends with that blonde-haired fool. Come, we will get your dress at once. It would be humiliating if that little cheek was to find out that you, despite being the hostess of a Castle ball – the prestige of prestige – have not yet gotten yourself a gown for the occasion.” For a moment, Andra thought of resisting. But Victoria had already gotten up and, once Victoria got up, you could not turn her down. Grudgingly, she nodded. “Yes, Victoria.” |
Someone more arrogant and power-hungry (with elite-status, anyway) than the Blacks? Holy smokes! Creepy much? I'm not sure what role Cissa will play or how you're going to portray the house of Black but, I love your writing Maxie. It goes without saying that you definitely have your way with words. You could be yapping about stinkin' manure and still make it sound lovely. Funky comparison but you catch my drift. Anyway, I can't wait to see what else you'll throw at us! Until then, I'll be stalking! ^_^ |
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I thought this was awesome!!! I wish the whole thing could be posted. I want to finish this story... Write a whole book...I will buy it. |
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Her footsteps were brisk but soundless, her almond-shaped silver eyes evident in the black of her cloak and hood. Jenna White stepped into the corridor, coming to a halt in front of the second door. She raised her hand to knock and – “Come in.” With a slight smile, Jenna let her hand fall without knocking. The door opened of its own accord, and she walked in, her eyes adjusting to the sudden dimness of the room. It was a circular little thing, this room, with high walls, no ventilation and little furniture. Almost like him, she could not help thinking. He was ambitious, his power far-reaching, but he was also narrow - narrow of mindset about life, narrow of mindset about its mysteries. Lord Voldemort stood by a table, leaning against it in a lazy, negligent way, but she knew him too well to think he was not at his most alert. A man she did not know stood besides him, only his face visible underneath the black hood pushed up his head. All that black always got to her. “It’s hot,” she said, making a face and pushing back her hood. “Do these cloaks have to be so black? Can’t we wear, like, white stuff in summer?” The man next to Voldemort looked up, doubt in his eyes as he waited for the Dark Lord’s reaction. The Dark Lord had said she was his special weapon, this Jenna, the best of all his new servants, one of his most accomplished death eaters - and yet, despite his word, she barely looked it. He could see her face clearly, now that she had pushed back the hood; and it was undoubtedly fairer than any he had ever seen before. The eyes were wide - haunting. Almond-shaped; silver. No, indeed, she did not look a death eater. Voldemort’s eyes swept Jenna, his gaze expressionlessly severe. “This is the man I wanted you to meet, Jenna. Tom Redwork,” he said quietly. “Tom – Jenna White. The pride of my new recruits.” He said the last sentence with a strange sort of relish, the kind he showed at a victory long awaited, or when a dangerous enemy fell. Tom's eyes caught Jenna's, and he nodded. The pride of the Dark Lord’s new recruits? But she seemed so young, so very young. So.. innocent. So hauntingly innocent. “I’m looking forward to working with you, Miss White,” he said finally. “I look forward to working with myself, too,” Jenna grinned. “And Tom? The name’s Jenna, not Miss White.” Tom smiled, a little uncertainly. She spoke freely, much more freely than any other death eater he had seen or worked with. And that, too, in the Dark Lord’s presence. What was it that made her different? Was it the style? Or the lurking, lingering innocence? How could someone with her appearance have killed? “Is that all, Master?” he asked, tearing himself away from his thoughts. Lord Voldemort nodded, his handsome face both hidden in, and outlined by, the shadows. Seconds later, Tom Redwork was pulling his hood down his face, and fastening back his cloak. Jenna watched him leave, her mind wandering to Wormtail. There was still half an hour to go before the time she had given him ran out. |
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Yes I'm back!!!! I'm soo glad you are back! I missed you lotsss!!! *hugs you tightly**you faint**i cry**draco comes and throws a bucket of water in your face**he walks away** you are up* ;) Amazing post!! I've been missing your writing!! :) Jess |
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Hello. It's me ... I'd like to start by saying ... wow, there was a lot of deaths and stuff in the first like 20 some posts of your story and that was just from your readers :gasp: so I'm very excited about reading your story ... I mean, seriously, there's THAT much action in just the comments ... wow. *is awed* But I've gotten a few free moments and now I can read your story, yay! So ... uhm, did I mention I love all the really strong female characters? Seriously, wow. I also love the whole thing with Andra belonging to this elite group of wizarding world people ... the rich always fascinate me, I wouldn't want to belong to such a sad, repressive class, but dang don't they make for the most interesting story subjects? :lol: And I loved Victoria's dress ... *sighs* So in conclusion ... Victoria Glade is my hero :loved: any woman who punctuates her statements and presses her advantage and just all around dictates merely by standing up, is A-oh-freakin'-kay in my book. Oh, and post 58 is my next post to read. Don't mind that it's just a reminder to me. But seriously, wow cool. I'm liking your story Maxie, but ... Wormtail is such a coward I don't understand why that lady *hates his short term memory* would risk her life helping his sorry wormtail? Color me puzzled dear, that's a kind of chartreuse ... no? *fires the cannons for high fashion* I hope you wrote the part where Andra and Victoria go shopping next ... *squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee* I love shopping ... :bouncep: I shall return. |
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Maxo! Honestly babe, you need to post. *supa poke* I'mma waitin'!!! Love, ~~Jay~~ |
GUYS! I'm SO sorry for the long, long wait. I've been.... busy. [Yeah, I know that's not really a valid excuse for not updating this.] But updating now, so please be good to me. :D Iloveyouall. <3 Like, a WHOLE lot. |
A diamond ring upon his finger, and a diamond pin in the topmost button-hole of his expensive coat, Lucius Malfoy was certainly a sight to see as, wending his way between tables, he finally took a seat in front of the dark-skinned beauty who was carelessly ignoring the many people stealing looks at her. “Bella,” he said, raising her hand to his lips. “Lucius,” she returned, half haughtily. The unknowing onlooker would think they were meeting for the first time, perhaps for some high-and-mighty business. Nothing could be more wrong a thought: They were friends of old, friends of old who had grown to love and cherish each other, and yet maintain a strange sort of distance. – A distance that disappeared the moment their trio, their dream team, was completed by the addition of Jenna White. “I miss Jenna’s presence tonight,” Bellatrix said, as a waiter swooped down upon them to ask what they would like to have, and Lucius filled him in – he did not need to ask Bellatrix, because he knew her too well, because he knew her moods, knew her choices and knew her likes and dislikes. “She is one of a kind, no doubt,” he said silkily, as the waiter scurried away. “It seems as if I have known her forever.” “I, for one, have known her for long,” Bellatrix said. She had known Jenna for four years, now – known Jenna since the girl had only been twelve years of age, and stumbled into Bellatrix on a holiday. Their bond had been immediate – their friendship was too strong for breakage, now. “I think she was to meet the Dark Lord, tonight.” “It is a pity the two of us can not talk to her,” Lucius remarked. “I still do not understand why the Dark Lord has told us to stay away from her. But I guess he will have had his reasons. He always does, does he not?” “Indeed.” His hand was on the table now, and the diamond ring shone in the light. A passing girl looked at him, seemingly unable to wrench her eyes away once she had done so, and Bellatrix rolled her eyes. “The fangirling is beginning, Lucius,” she said, with a slight smile. Lucius inclined his head in response. “I thank you for informing me, Bella.” |
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The fangirling is begining! of course it iss. :D MAXSHIEEE, i apologise now, that i missed your posts. *sniffle* but im back. tuhstayy. hopefully. i wub you. buttt. i have one little nitpick. -->im not in it <-- |
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Hahahaha that part was funnayy!! :lol: Thank you for posting MaxieluffYAY, I had missed this fantastic story of yours! =DD This chapter was a very good chapter to wait for! Can we have a longer one next time though??? *begs* xDD I luffed it!! PAMS!!! :) Jess |
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A post! I really thought you were never gonna update. *pokes you fo makin' me think BAD stuff* Will comment soon, still have to read. Just makin' my presence felt! ~~Jay~~ |
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The next post with Bellatrix and Lucius wasn't so strong in text, sorry, but it left a nice interesting mystery, what with the Dark Lord not wanting them to hang out with them and ... well ... what can I say, I'm properly intrigued and totally caught up. Doods, I PWN! So, yeah. Do you have a new fic? LOL seriously girl you write too much. :lol: Keep up the neat stuffs ... I'm loving this story even if I can't remember the title :blush: but I will be remembering Jenna White and Victoria Glade ... yay! So post more loves and soon. Pams for the memories ;) *is out* But I will be back. |
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OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. -Hyperventilates- Lucius Malfoy!!!! Oh Godddddddddd. -Dies- This is the moment I've been waiting for my whole entire life!!! Okay fine, just the small part of my life I've spent here on SS reading Maxeh's lovely fics... But still! Gahhhh. :drool: He hasn't done a thing yet and I'm already - as Bellatrix so kindly put it, "fangirling". I. Must. Have... more Luciusssss! Gah. =| Okay, but anyway. :lol: I really like Jenna and the way she acts around Voldie. :xd: It's funny. & I wonder about Wormtail too... :shifty: Aw man, I really can't wait for the next chappie, Maxers. =[ I'm so overjoyed right now, Us got all Dracolicious and now TSRTD is getting... Lucylicious? :xd: Point is, I want more lisciouness! :lol: |
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“What do you think of him?” Voldemort’s voice shook her out of her thoughts. Jenna White looked up, at the face that had killed so many, at the face that so many so feared, before choosing not to reply – If the man was fine enough for him, the man was fine enough for her, too. “It’s hot in here,” she said, casting off her cloak to reveal the two, thick, silver braids travelling down the front of her chest, and ending at her waist. Silver bangs brushed her forehead, and she impulsively pushed them back. “Why can’t we just wear white?” “I think,” and, now, Lord Voldemort’s voice was severe, “you sometimes forget who you are talking to, Jenna.” “If you don’t want me here, tell me. I can leave.” He ignored the comment. “You are hiding something from me, Jenna.” “Only because I promised Wormtail.” “What has he done this time?” “I promised him I wouldn’t tell you.” Lord Voldemort was examining his wand, now. “There is no end to your insolence.” “Insolence? I can not break a promise for you.” She had gone too far. Voldemort’s wand moved with the speed of light, but so did hers. The curse deflected, hit a table. It shattered into pieces, which dissolved into tiny, dust-like particles. If it had hit her – – but she knew. She knew him. He had not intended to hurt her; he had only been testing her reflexes. “That could have hurt me, you’re so –” she began, eyes huge. “Jenna!” Voldemort said, and there was something deadly cold about his tones. Jenna fell silent, immediately. For a moment, the room was absolutely devoid of noise. Then she muttered, “I’m sorry.” Voldemort looked away. “There is no need. But you take my leniency with you too lightly.” He paused, silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was its usual business-like cold. “Bella told me you said you would like to learn the Dark Arts from me.” She looked at him with wide, silver eyes. “I know you do not teach.” “I have taught Bellatrix.” “She has long been your favourite death eater. I have not been with you for more than a fortnight. I –” He looked up. “Yes?” She hesitated. “I am not asking you to teach me,” she said quietly. “I have never hidden anything from you – you know I do not know the Dark Arts. I only know magic, powerful magic, and I learned it myself, practicing long days and longer nights. I have not asked anyone.” For a moment, she felt she might have said something wrong. But she did not, would not, falter under his gaze. It was cold, very cold, a gaze icy to the core. She met it with her silver one, her wide-eyed, innocent one, and then she looked away. “You are making me nervous.” “I want to see you, tomorrow night. At the Mageant Mansion.” He turned, disapparated. For some reason she herself could not discern, Jenna’s hands were cold. |
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Duuuuude. o_O You're like the best freakin' writer alive, you know that? I'm so serious! :xd: Maxers, you're too skilled. Honestly, if a teacher assigned you to talk about roaches, you'd describe them so amazingly that everyone would suddenly.... want to be a roach. Okay, maybe not! :xd: But you totally rock my socks. :lol: I love love love love Jenna's smart mouth, BAHAHA who would have ever imagined Voldemort with a back-talking Death Eater?! I love it! It's almost kind of cute how he lets her get away with it, too. :xd: She's cute. -Pokes Jenna then runs away before she hexes my head off- I can't wait to see what happens nextttttttt! I must know, I must know! & HEY! I just realized this is in the Romance Stories section! Which means... pairings! :shifty: Okay, I want Jenna to end up with Lucius. =| :xd: Don't blame me for always wanting the heroines to end up with a Malfoy... xDD |
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Narcissa Black’s lean face, usually rendered handsome by its striking, perfectly-shaped features, looked uncharacteristically ugly [though not uncharacteristically bad-tempered] as she surveyed her elder sister through steel-like, blue eyes. “Where I go, and with whom, is solely my concern, Bella,” she said, her voice so high, it shook. Leaning against the staircase in a gray gown of sorts, Bellatrix Black raised an eyebrow. Narcissa, she could not help thinking, was turning out to be as much of a disappointment as Andromeda. How could the girl be foolish enough to think the Castles her well-wishers? “Indeed,” she said, her tones cool. “It becomes my concern, however, when the family pride is at stake – and all because of your foolish whims.” “Andra Castle is my friend!” Narcissa half-screamed. “Andra Castle is a Castle,” Bellatrix replied, very calmly. “That doesn’t make her –” “That does make her an enemy, Cissy. You know just well as I do that no Castle has ever wished a Black anything other than the utmost ill-will. What a stupid story they’ve come up with this time – Why would Andra want you, a sworn Black, to come along when she shops for her dress? She would have brought it long ago, rest assured. And, even if she hasn’t, she wouldn’t let a Black know that. The humiliation! Or is she that stupid?” “She’s stupid,” Narcissa mumbled. Bellatrix laughed. “I don’t doubt that, Cissy, but I don’t doubt that she has some cunningly shrewd people around her, either. Alva Castle – and, most importantly, Victoria Glade. That woman knows Andra in and out: she would certainly be expecting some stupidity of this sort from the fool.” Whenever Bellatrix reasoned, Narcissa could not help finding herself at a loss for words. But, abundance of speech or not, she knew one thing, and she knew it well: Bellatrix was not going to run her life. “I don’t care about Victoria Glade,” she said stubbornly. “Get out of my way, Bella.” “Cissy, don’t be stu –” “Stupefy!” She had not learnt the Dark Arts – and that, too, from the Dark Lord himself – for nothing. Bellatrix Black deflected the curse with ease, but she could not help swearing under her breath. Narcissa was acting a fool! “Cissy, if you don’t stop it this instant, I will tell mother!” “Take your time,” Narcissa replied acidly, storming down the staircase. “Because, you know what? You’re going to have all the time in the world.” There was a crack, and Narcissa had vanished into thin air. |
:gasp:!!!! Grr, I can't believe this thread didn't show up as having new posts in my subscribed threads list! :( Anyway. Whooooooo! Awesome chappie! Narcissa's so cute, all naive... :shifty: Pfft. I bet she's still evil anyway! BUT OMG! Wait a minute! Narcissa! That means... LUCIUS! Ooooooh, I wanna hear the story of how they got together! :loved: :loved: :xd: Bahaha, I love this, though. >=] More, more, moreeeee!!! I wanna see the drama unfold. :mwaha: |
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