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Love, ~~Jay~~ |
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Maxii. I don't know how I've survived these past months without being here to get my daily dose of your writing. I only dream of writing so beautifully. :loved: Quote:
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I'm sick, but I feel so much better after reading that. Like I say, I've missed you and writing so much. <3 Ily. |
*waves* Hullo. I have TWO updates. Update one is right below. *points* anddd update two is that I have a a new story. It's pretty different from this FF Desire tends to override common sense – and that, though it is not often that we realize it, is its business. It is the mirage effect - an illusion that knowledge makes us laugh at, in the comforts of our homes; but an illusion that knowledge fails to dispel, in an actual dessert. It is not, never has been, the amount of inner instinct and experience that frees one of desire – the exhausted traveler hails the shade; the hungry man, a free of bunch of grapes; the starved, berries-in-the-wild, though he or she may more than well be aware that trees have hives; that grapes can be sour; that berries can poison. Desire. It overrode all common sense now, as the corners of Nicola’s mouth turned up, into a small smile that was hesitant, but gorgeous. She touched her hair, huge, brown curls that were turned in at the tips, as if certain she looked out of place; she clasped her hands, as if nervous, jittery; she drew closer to him, as if unsure of the crowd; but the desire to fit in, the need to have – fame, riches, things rather than people – refused to let her break free or excuse herself. It did not help that he had manners that charmed. There was something cold about him – ice, that seemed part and parcel of his personality – but she could not put her finger on it. More unfortunately, perhaps, she did not attempt to. She was aware that there was something muscular about his arm, something strong and quite at ease, and Nicola held on to it like a badge of pride, her key into a world she had often striven – and often failed – to be an unasked part of. Countess Alva Castle greeted her, at the doors. Nicola ignored [like she ignored all else that she disliked there] how the Countess’s eyebrows – both, not one – lifted at the sight of her; how the Countess's eyes narrowed, though only for a second, at Nicola's introduction; how the Countess's voice, as the two of them were ushered aside, contained its practice, professional warmth only as long as she talked to Antonin. Nicola considered these only minor difficulties; little stones she would have to pick out of her way, one by one, if she needed to cross the marsh and reach the other end. Because, for all her faults, Nicola Miller had an ambition – and a patience to stick to the path that could drive to that ambition – that could have matched the most cunning Slytherin’s. Her Waterloo pall the more unfortunately] was that she lacked a Slytherin’s sharpness, the steel-like rationale ruthlessness requires. Nicola was no dull, ugly ducking – few things escaped her, if they had something to do with her purpose. She counted the similarities and differences between these people, and herself. She appraised the updo – elegant but as unlike her loose curls as possible – that seemed the norm, tonight; she sized up the gowns – silks, chiffons, satins, no jeans, no cottons, no denims – that the ladies flaunted. She noticed each earring; each painted nail; each sharp heel – and yes, she was glad when Antonin asked a dark-haired woman she did not know if she could please fetch the lady – meaning Nicola – a wrap. Oh, she could have said no that offer of a wrap. It had been cold outside, but inside the gardens, a combination of closure, heating charms and bunches of large, faerie lights ensured relative warmth, enough to make her feel at her ease, in the muggle attire she had selected to impress Sirius Black – the muggle attire she now wished she had not, for it seemed to be the source of the sarcasm, the threat, she felt in here. No wonder, then, that she grabbed at the ‘wrap,’ a flowing, front-open gown – fitting in, she knew, was necessary. Antonin made no comment as she tied the front clasp, a light silver one. But then she drew closer to him, as if nervous; and he saw the unease, the nerves. “The gown suits you stunningly,” he said, tones radiating natural confidence. “Robes must, even better. But this is, I believe, your usual attire?” “No,” Nicola lied, at once. She had seen the rich pureblood types that hated all things muggle, before; and though he had yet to speak on that subject, seemed too cultivated to, the feeling that he did not appreciate muggle clothing, if muggle anything, made her extra cautious. She blamed Sirius Black then, blamed him for being the reason she had so dressed. “I prefer robes myself. I do not know what came over me tonight. I wanted a change, I think. You are – you are not an enthusiast of such clothes?” If she had expected an answer that would let her into his nature, hand her the key to the kind of person he was, she could not have been more mistaken. “Opinions and facts are not the same thing,” he said, and though his smile was light, she knew better than to broach the subject, again. “I keep the former to myself. Perhaps you would fancy a drink, Nicola? A firewhiskey to warm yourself up?” She nodded. “I am sure that would be lovely, Antonin.” |
Hello Maxie! Thank you for your update. I'm so excited to read this! And once again, you've outdone yourself. :) Quote:
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Oooooooh. I missed this story. & Maxers's lovely works overall, really. I'm so glad this chapter focused around Nicola; I just really like her for some reason, she just amuses me to no end. :lmao: (The new Mr. Donkey? I'm not sure she'd take to that title very well, though... :lol: ) As every other chapter you've ever written, this was awesome Maxers! And I can't wait for more! I really can't wait to see what's going to happen to Nicola in this little... get-together... :shifty: I have a feeling something bad's going to happen to her, though. :| One of the DEs might take advantage of her neediness to be "in" and use her for evil schemes or something... I dunno. :hmm: Anyway, can't wait for more! |
:glomp: I love your stories Maxie. You are AWESEOME. *clings to your story* I will be waiting for more :shifty: |
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Wings of Glass is on the back-burner right now, because of a lot of reasons, the main one being that Iiii... lost my rough draft of it. >_< But I'll try to do something about that. =[ Quote:
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Thank you. I'm glad you likey the story. <3 |
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Great chapter. PAMS! Love, ~~Jay~~ |
Text Cut: Comments and replies ^__^ Let us see, tonight, how... impressive your magic is, Jenna. Merlin knew she - or he himself - did not doubt her magic and, for a moment, Jenna could not comprehend his thoughts. She knew herself to be an excellent spell-caster - and more importantly, spell-creator - but, at the end of the day, he could not expect her to be a match for him. For him or, for that matter, his magic. Did he want to see her fail? Right. If that's the case, how much needlessly eviller can he get? "If this is a test," she said coldly. "It's a damn stupid one." "I never said it is." He sounded as detached as he looked handsome in the dim light, the kind of handsome that the crux of his own deeds would put an end to sooner than most death eaters could have guessed, and looking up at him, Jenna decided that she could walk off, and still not anger him. That course of action did have a drawback, though: she could not have been more certain that, should she shrug and leave now, she'd carry the curse on her arm for life. "I'm not some stupid student," she said, angry. He did not respond, only smiled skeptically, so she proceeded to add, "You think you look cool, right, acting the big, bad guy that's all evil smiles?" This earned her a threatening eyebrow raise, so she further added, "Right. I'll give this a try, and if it fails, trust me you're in big trouble." He smiled then, an actual smile; and Jenna, still holding his gaze, realized she didn't care about the outcome of her 'try'. Things might turn out unright, and she might end up exaggerating the stupid injury, but she'd risk that, not because he frightened or intimidated her, not because she felt threatened, but simply because she could risk it... for him. Stars of golden light scattered in the air, tipping out of her slender wand, joining into a thick beam of aurum light, running freely, almost like a steam or river. They started at her shoulder and multiplied, until the stream covered the entire length of her arm, her wrist, her hand, almost threatening to drip down and spill on the floor in bursts of glossy, little stars. Jenna, now looking down at her sparkling arm, did not notice the look in his eyes, a look of comprehension, the look of someone that has finally understood the heart of a mystery after a long, long search. It never occurred to her that she had given him a clue [and never could have thought that a spell might give something away, just because it happened to be so bright - something that powerful, dark magic rarely is]. The stars faded, the gash disappeared, and she held up her arm. "You're in big trouble," she said sweetly. |
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Ooooh. Is this a clue about the story?!! =DDD :shifty: :shifty: ~~Jay~~ |
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Hello Maxie. I can't hold it in any longer. I've been wondering if Voldemort always doubted her relationship with him. He maybe felt even though she did his bidding that she was really pure at heart as far as her not being evil, or her desire to join him was not what she led him to believe. Quote:
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Brilliant writing Maxie. I can't wait to read more! Much love to you.:glomp: |
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That's a huuuge compliment, Connie. O__o Thank you. *snuggles* <33 |
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Heya i am back reading this one too...actually i had read the earlier posts between Jenna and Voldie...:P...(Hope you arent angry Voldie...) but couldnt post a reply soon but as i re-read it today and read the other post all i can say is Jenna girl...you have got guts honey...i think she is the only one who can stand up against Voldemort (there you go Dark Lord,happy?;)) and as for Nicola...god how manipulative is she...true maybe she lacks the steeliness of the Slytherins but that patience and ambition to get famous and powerful will nonetheless take her to places...but dont know why i feel Antonin wont let that happen...i feel just like every other typical bad boy Slytherin he will not let her succeed in her goal...waiting for more...:) |
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Jenna says thank you. <3 Andd... *shifty* Antonin is a bad boy, indeed. :whistle: |
His being in “big trouble” meant, of course, that her arm had not healed. Not that he – or for that matter, Jenna herself – had expected it to. But if her magic had aggravated the curse, then heaven help him. She might not be able to get his head on a plaque but – and the cool gaze she turned on him, for one lingering second said this – if he expected her to pretend nothing had happened, act like the rest of the Death Eaters, he was sorely mistaken. |
Updaaaaaaateeeeeeee! :x3: I nearly burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter when I saw Voldemort's response to Jenna asking him if she could hug him. So, now I'm left wondering, can I hug Voldemort? o_O And wow, Jenna is reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally brave saying all that stuff to Voldemort's face, I'd be running for my life at the sight of him unfortunately, well, either that or hiding in a corner. Voldemort, you aren't allowed to have lab-rats. And if you didn't heal Jenna's arm, I'd cross my arms and actually give you a lecture on morality, because you really need one hunn. I loooooove the update, it's verrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy awesome! Voldemort and Jenna are hysterical characters, gotta love them! Amazing job Maxi! *claps* |
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I always did wonder what it'd be like if someone spoke back to Voldemort/ Tom Riddle, and he let them. :hmm: :xd: Aww. :loved: |
Hello Maxie. Please forgive the lateness for this comment. Computer problems, getting ready for my son's wedding, tornadoes, no electricity, and then the wedding, kept me too occupied to do anything on the computer. But, the last of the company left today, and I can now start getting caught up on things. On to your ff. I think this bit was soooooooooooooooooooooooo very brilliant! Quote:
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Great chapter Maxie. Hope all is well with you. I'll be watching for your next chapter. Love ya bunches. :glomp: |
cool...post...waiting for more...:) |
Newwwwwww Readerrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I found your FF Us and read it all in one sitting and was like "ZOMG I need more Maxie FFs NOW!!" and I found this and Yay!!! Me happy :yes: PAMS!!!! |
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