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Jessica 09-16-2010 05:16 AM

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Voldemort seemed, if anything, amused by the defiance.
That makes me wonder.... :hmm:

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Time would take away the beauty, the elegance, the handsomeness, however – any and all good looks he possessed, right now, would turn into a plain picture of horror, in much less than a decade.
I prefer young Tom Riddle for the plain reason that he's SMEXEHHHHH!!!! Hehehehheee.

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Ice and pretense, she could comprehend. Ice and pretense in him, not simultaneously.
Once again.... that makes me wonder. Pretence. What sort of pretence? I keep getting the feeling there's something deeper going on here. :hmm: :hmm: :hmm:

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“You know you remember correctly. I would, too, if my life depended upon it,” she added, her lips almost curving into a smirk.
I love Jenna! :xd:

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“There are a lot of things I haven’t told you,” she said, coolly. “Oh, and did I ever mention? Lots of things I’m not going to tell you, either.”
I repeat ------ I love Jenna!! :xd: :xd: :xd:

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“You think any female death eater comes in here thinking she can take advantage of something you do?” Jenna asked, pointedly.
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao:

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She decided, right there, right then, that perhaps she was capable of hate, after all.
Does she hate him? :hmm:

Love,
~~Jay~~

Maxilocks 09-16-2010 05:47 AM

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Originally Posted by Jessica (Post 9784939)
I prefer young Tom Riddle for the plain reason that he's SMEXEHHHHH!!!! Hehehehheee.

So do I. =D

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Once again.... that makes me wonder. Pretence. What sort of pretence? I keep getting the feeling there's something deeper going on here. :hmm: :hmm: :hmm:
There might be. -innnoooocent whistle-

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I love Jenna! :xd:
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I repeat ------ I love Jenna!! :xd: :xd: :xd:
Mwaha. Glad to know you're enjoying the read. <3

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Does she hate him? :hmm:
I don't think so. ^___^


Winter Dreams 10-21-2010 06:55 PM

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:

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Sudden fire erupted in Jenna White’s eyes. They were a pure gray, and when she was angry, they seemed to acquire a darker tincture that, for all her fury, was lovely to behold. “You were behind that,” she accused. “That idiot was here on your command.”

How do you do it Maxieeeee? How do you write this way? :faint:

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“Jenna!”

Perhaps it was regard for him that quieted her, then; perhaps - more likely - the knowledge that her outburst would achieve little, unless she wanted to come into direct conflict with him – though, of course, Jenna sometimes thought she was, always had been, in direct conflict with him – and that he knew it, as well as she did. She looked away and, for lack of anything better, down, at her arm. That was quite a mistake, she realized the very moment she had made it. For all her bravery – real or perceived – she was not a heartless person.
Again, so talented. <3 The parts between Jenna and Voldemort are very interesting to read. I love the way you write it, it's so detailed and wonderful. Intriguing.

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The flask of memories. Jenna had not forgotten. If he was one to remember, she was not one to forget, either. “Cut it out with the fancy words,” she said coldly, as she followed him inside. “You know you remember correctly. I would, too, if my life depended upon it,” she added, her lips almost curving into a smirk.
Flask of memories? :hmm: I love Jenna.

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“There are a lot of things I haven’t told you,” she said, coolly. “Oh, and did I ever mention? Lots of things I’m not going to tell you, either.”
Ooh, I want to know. xD

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She decided, right there, right then, that perhaps she was capable of hate, after all.
O_o That's a strong word.


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.

Maxilocks 11-21-2010 12:34 PM

*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 and a lot easier to write AND understand, I think. ^__^ <33


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.”

Connie 11-23-2010 07:02 AM

Hello Maxie! Thank you for your update. I'm so excited to read this! And once again, you've outdone yourself. :)
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Desire tends to override common sense – and that, though it is not often that we realize it, is its business.
How true this statement! And suprising how few people know it.
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Desire. It overrode all common sense now,
Her ambition fuels her desire. What drives her ambition to burn so with such desire? I shall watch for a clue.
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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.
I'm pretty sure I have found a clue. I will follow this trail to see if more clues are given.
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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,
Ah yes, strength and pride goes hand in hand to capture amd claim ownership of the desire one in search of.
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her key into a world she had often striven – and often failed – to be an unasked part of.
Oh! :shifty:Have I found it?
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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.
Is it Serius? She wants Serius for her chance to be among those she wants to be equal or above to? Surely she can't hope to think that that would work. Is there revenge in her; tucked securly away with a hair pin keeping those long curls in place? Does she mean to get even with Serius, and Antonin is just a pesky fly she is making use of by hanging ornanmently on his arm, till she can rid herself of him to get to Sirius? I think Sirius better watch himself tonight. But then he might be aware of her desires and think the whole thing a game to perk up his boredom.
And then again, Antonin might not be the pesky fly she thinks he is. It may be her that needs to be careful.
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“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.
Great writing Maxie. I was so thrilled you posted again, and I can't believe nobody else has posted a comment yet. Your stories, I find I need to ponder them a while before I comment. I love trying to think through he writers plot and see if I'm right or way off. It's so fun, and your writing is perfect to do that with. It's late, but, I must go check out your new story! And I hope you'll still be posting soon on, Wings of Glass. I do love your stories. And I love you too. I hope you're doing well. I've been missing you. :glomp:

Gryffindoll 11-25-2010 12:21 AM

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!

littledhampir 11-25-2010 02:49 AM

:glomp: I love your stories Maxie. You are AWESEOME. *clings to your story* I will be waiting for more :shifty:

Maxilocks 11-26-2010 06:01 AM

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Originally Posted by Connie (Post 9955977)
Hello Maxie! Thank you for your update. I'm so excited to read this! And once again, you've outdone yourself. :)

Thank you. *hugs your sweetness*

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And then again, Antonin might not be the pesky fly she thinks he is. It may be her that needs to be careful.
:whistle:

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Great writing Maxie. Your stories, I find I need to ponder them a while before I comment. I love trying to think through he writers plot and see if I'm right or way off. It's so fun, and your writing is perfect to do that with. It's late, but, I must go check out your new story! And I hope you'll still be posting soon on, Wings of Glass. I do love your stories. And I love you too. I hope you're doing well. I've been missing you. :glomp:
Thank you. You're an awesome reader to have. *huggles*

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. =[


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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll (Post 9960362)
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: )

I missed YOU. <33

Nicola does not like being compared to a donkey, let me tell you that, not even one that can talk and is Hollywood-famous. :P


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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:
Thank you.

I love your guesses, you know that, right? You're pretty good at this guessing stuff. *LIKES* =D


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Originally Posted by EmilyMalfoy (Post 9960635)
:glomp: I love your stories Maxie. You are AWESEOME. *clings to your story* I will be waiting for more :shifty:

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Thank you. I'm glad you likey the story. <3


Jessica 11-26-2010 06:06 AM

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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.
Beautifully put.

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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.
You know what? I want an Antonin!! He sounds super hot. :P :P :P

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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?”
I love him! :D :D

Great chapter. PAMS!

Love,
~~Jay~~

Maxilocks 11-26-2010 06:43 AM

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Originally Posted by Jessica (Post 9963842)
Beautifully put.

Thank you. You're too sweet. <3

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You know what? I want an Antonin!! He sounds super hot. :P :P :P
He IS super hot. I don't want one, though. =p

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Great chapter. PAMS!
Thank you. <33

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.



Jessica 11-26-2010 06:57 AM

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He IS super hot. I don't want one, though. =p
I can tell!!! :P :P :P

Ooooh. Is this a clue about the story?!! =DDD :shifty: :shifty:

~~Jay~~

Maxilocks 11-26-2010 07:00 AM

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Ooooh. Is this a clue about the story?!! =DDD

It might be. *lets you ponder* :shifty:


Connie 11-27-2010 05:04 AM

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.
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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.

It might just be me and my imagination going wild, but, it seems that the spells, or charms that produce gold light, stars... are always from pure hearts. Reguardless of that, at least her arm is healed, cause I'm fearful she will need to be completely healed for some unpleasant buisness at hand.
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The stars faded, the gash disappeared, and she held up her arm.

"You're in big trouble," she said sweetly.

I LOVED THIS BIT SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want so badly for this to be a movie to watch. It would be ever so much better thaan the HP movie that just came out. (Please forgive me if I've offended anyone who thinks the movie was all it was hyped up to be. I just think this ff is loads better!)
Brilliant writing Maxie. I can't wait to read more! Much love to you.:glomp:

Maxilocks 11-27-2010 07:07 AM

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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.

She didn't join him because she wants to practice the dark arts, I can tell you that. ^__^

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Reguardless of that, at least her arm is healed, cause I'm fearful she will need to be completely healed for some unpleasant buisness at hand.
Is it? :shifty:

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I LOVED THIS BIT SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want so badly for this to be a movie to watch. It would be ever so much better thaan the HP movie that just came out. (Please forgive me if I've offended anyone who thinks the movie was all it was hyped up to be. I just think this ff is loads better!)
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


Jessica 11-29-2010 06:52 AM

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Right. If that's the case, how much needlessly eviller can he get?
Jenna's thoughts are fun to read!

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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."
Like I said.... I love Jenna!!

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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].
I get the feeling that he trusts her but he does know that she doesn't stay there only because she's scared or loyal. Her relationship with Tom (I can't think of a nonevillooking Voldemort as Voldemort!!) always comes across as full of sparks and fun to read.

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The stars faded, the gash disappeared, and she held up her arm.

"You're in big trouble," she said sweetly.
I love this moment! But she did say that he'd be in trouble if her arm doesn't heal. :blink: :blink: :blink:

~~Jay~~

Maxilocks 11-29-2010 07:12 AM

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Originally Posted by Jessica (Post 9973382)
Jenna's thoughts are fun to read!

Heh, I envision her as a fun person. ^__^

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I get the feeling that he trusts her but he does know that she doesn't stay there only because she's scared or loyal. Her relationship with Tom (I can't think of a nonevillooking Voldemort as Voldemort!!) always comes across as full of sparks and fun to read.
I'm glad it interest you this much. <3

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I love this moment! But she did say that he'd be in trouble if her arm doesn't heal. :blink: :blink: :blink:
Exactly. She DID say that. -shifteh-


harita 12-21-2010 05:14 AM

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...:)

Maxilocks 03-06-2011 10:38 AM

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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...:)

Bwaha. I love how you're having a conversation with Voldemort. :P

Jenna says thank you. <3

Andd... *shifty* Antonin is a bad boy, indeed. :whistle:


Maxilocks 03-27-2011 04:16 AM

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.

“Impressive." He pulled himself to his full height and met her gaze. Being tall [despite being pretty evil, Jenna thought, holding his gaze and quite aware that he could, and did and would, read her thoughts], he could make the action look striking without trying to. “You have, however, not managed to heal it, have you?”

He stated that as if stating, Today Is Quite Hot, Isn't it? One of Jenna's eyebrows shot upwards, even as she looked up from the wound that - though any and all physical signs of it had disappeared - lingered in pain cruising up her arm. "I'm not your lab-rat, you know." Her voice was cool. She had a feeling the wound, as if it had a personality of its own, had not appreciated being meddled with. "You messed my arm up, and you're healing it." Once again, it was not a request.

“Perhaps that should serve as a reminder." Voldemort's voice was still detached. Keeping her at a distance. Professional. It occurred to her that maybe he did see her as just another lab-rat but, even as the thought came to her, she knew it was not true. He did not. He could not. “It might teach you to remain alert, at all times.”

“You can’t do that.” Can a voice be on fire? Because hers seemed to be.

“Can I not, though, Jenna?”

Their eyes met. She looked away. “You –”

“Yes?” He seemed amused. In an almost cynical manner, yes, but amused.

She glared.

"I can shoot a Cruciatus Curse at you," she said, crossing her arms across her chest. "But I don't remember having it done yet." Yes, he'd stop it before it could hit him. Not just because his reflexes were better, far better, than hers; but because she had never been good, or even decent, at magic made for the sole purpose of hurting others, and not because it frightened her - it's contrary to my nature, she had realized long enough. But the point was, she could cast the Unforgivable. But being able to it did not mean she should. Would.

"Is that an attempt to anger me?" He did not sound angered. Interested - amused - once again, she glared.

"Just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should," she said coldly.

“Why not?” Voldemort asked. His manner seemed like that of an experienced teacher interested in a student because the said student has given an answer, different from those that the rest of the class has given. “I don't suppose you have an answer."

"You suppose wrong." She made a face at him. "Skill, talent, ability - none of those is a license. You can kill yourself, can't you, but you haven't yet. Because you'd not find that thought right." She paused, and then ploughed on. "There are other thoughts - and acts - that aren't righ -"

"You are not trying," he cut across. "To give me a lesson in morality, are you?"

"You think I'm stupid enough to try something that I know no in advance is going to have no effect?"

For a moment, she had the feeling she had gone too far, said too much, broken too many limits. It felt like something she should have done long ago, done the moment she had begun to realize things, done the moment she had come to know, and even so, the feeling was there, deep and restless, that she shouldn't have. The silence stretched. Then Voldemort said, his expression unfathomable, “Come here.”

She did.

“Hold out your arm." It was a command.

"You should say please," Jenna said, but she did do as instructed.

He ignored it, and laid a hand on her forearm. It wasn't cold, not like she had expected, but warm. Both surprised and amused, she looked up, ready to make a comment, but Voldemort's gaze was on her arm as he healed it, and for once, she held her tongue. Then the pain had gone, and her arm was fine. Jenna stepped back and grinned.

"Dark Lord: zero. Jenna: one," she said.

He raised an eyebrow. "How insolent," he said smoothly.

“I know. You healed my arm. Thank you. Can I give you a hug?” She might have stuck her tongue out at him, if she hadn't known she had just said something that might infuriate him. Infuriate him more than usual, that is, given that she had that undeniable tendency to infuriate him at the best [and the worst] of times.

“Why not?”

Her grin faltered. She had become so used to going against his rules, and so used to him tolerating her to an extent, that it hadn't occurred to her that he might decide two could play at that game. She frowned, not sure if she had angered him or not, and then in an attempt to appear as if his response hadn't stunned her into speechlessness, said, "Okay. That's pretty scary, you being the Dark Lord and all. I think I'll go now."

There might have been a grin - a cynical sort of grin, but a grin nevertheless - behind that look in his eyes. "Of course," he said. "The door is open, and there are no more wolves to spotlight incompetent death eaters." His gaze lingered on her. "You should have a smooth path back home. Good night, Jenna.”

"If you trying to say I'm incompetent, you so do not have any perspective," Jenna called back as she left, the doors swinging open to let her out into the darkness of the night, but her comment - she realized herself - did not have the usual, said-to-anger flair, even seemed a tad uncertain, and she left in something of a hurry, as if the initial surprise had not quite worn off yet, and might not for a while to come.

Behind her, the Dark Lord smiled, a smile that could have been fake or genuine, but a smile that was not cynical. It seemed, to him, like he had finally found a way to make Jenna White shut up.


Cassiopia Malfoy 03-27-2011 05:53 AM

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*

Maxilocks 03-28-2011 03:04 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassiopia Malfoy (Post 10241510)
So, now I'm left wondering, can I hug Voldemort? o_O

I'd hug Tom Riddle. He was handsome, theennnn. :eyebrows: :P

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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.
So would I. Running or hiding in a corner. :erm:

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I loooooove the update, it's verrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy awesome! Voldemort and Jenna are hysterical characters, gotta love them! Amazing job Maxi! *claps*
Thank yooou. <3 *snugs*

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:


Connie 04-05-2011 04:23 PM

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!
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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.

The thought of reducing his stature to a common House Elf would certainly show her ire towards him. :xd: I think the House Elf is the only magical creatures that get there heads mounted aren't they? Anyway, so brilliant.
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“Perhaps that should serve as a reminder." Voldemort's voice was still detached. Keeping her at a distance. Professional. It occurred to her that maybe he did see her as just another lab-rat but, even as the thought came to her, she knew it was not true. He did not. He could not. “It might teach you to remain alert, at all times.”

And how would one be able to be forever alert with ones arm in so much pain distracting one from the constant surveying? :blink:This bit;
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“Why not?” Voldemort asked. His manner seemed like that of an experienced teacher interested in a student because the said student has given an answer, different from those that the rest of the class has given. “I don't suppose you have an answer."

reminded me of how I picture Snape teaching his best students. He must have learned his technique from Voldy himself. :P
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Her grin faltered. She had become so used to going against his rules, and so used to him tolerating her to an extent, that it hadn't occurred to her that he might decide two could play at that game.
:rotfl: Jenna one - Dark Lord one
This last bit was almost endearing. I rather liked Voldy here.
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Behind her, the Dark Lord smiled, a smile that could have been fake or genuine, but a smile that was not cynical. It seemed, to him, like he had finally found a way to make Jenna White shut up.

But just for the time it took me to read it. :xd:

Great chapter Maxie. Hope all is well with you. I'll be watching for your next chapter. Love ya bunches. :glomp:

harita 04-27-2011 02:42 PM

cool...post...waiting for more...:)

aaetha 05-01-2011 02:02 AM

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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