I don't like this suspense! :(

Awwwww!
I'm alive, I'm alive! :D
No need to cryyy! :glomp:
:P

Well yeah, that's true, but... but... but... they were besties! :cry: -Sobs dramatically- They were so... close and sweet and nice and... and... and now one of them is evil! :cry:
-Wishes it could all be rainbows and butterflies-

:xd:

But it makes things interesting. =[

You no want me to cut it all out, do you? =[
YAYAYAYAYAY! :woot: xDD
*gives you a rainbow dollie*

Wait, what's a rainbow dollie? :blink:
They could still be besties.

:whistle: xD

You will... find out, too. :shifty: xDD

“Narcissa! What a pleasant surprise to see you!”

This was Countess Alva Castle, and her tones dripped honey in a very fake way as Charlie, the Castles’ house-elf, led the platinum-haired Black into the living room.

Narcissa did not bother to force herself to smile. “I’ve come here to meet Andra, Alva,” she said, head held high and tones haughty. She was one of the few people who refused to add the word "Countess" before Alva's name, and was proud of herself for it. “She wanted to shop for a dress,” she added, in her most sickly sweet way. “Her dress for the ball, I think.”

Alva Castle beamed at Narcissa. The snitch, this time round, was clearly in her court. “My dear, you must be mistaken! Andra bought her dress ages ago,” she said, with special emphasis on the “ages.” “Not to mention that she left with Victoria an hour ago. They have a special dinner to attend.”

THAT ANDRA! Narcissa was seething now, her face resembling a suddenly deflated balloon. Andra had planned all this, Narcissa was sure, to humiliate this. If only she had listened to Bellatrix –

“But I’m sure she will be back within three to four hours,” Alva Castle was now saying sweetly. “If you would like to stay until she comes back, Charlie will guide you to the drawing room and give you company. Have a nice day, Narcissa.”

The Countess turned and left the room. Behind her, Narcissa’s wand was clenched so tightly in anger, green sparks shot out of its tip.

By the time they had taken their OWLs, it was clear they did not require to study further: Both twins were exceptionally brilliant, and five years of study had already polished their talents to the extreme.

At the beginning of their sixth year, one of the twins dropped out of Revour. The second of these twins instantly followed suit and, luck and skill both favouring her, immediately found a job as an Unspeakable. And she, the second twin, wanted her sister to do the same: find a job for herself.

“What,” the second twin – the wiser, quieter and more thoughtful of the two – asked. “Will you do at home all day? You know your magic is more powerful than mine. You could get a better job, and find more success.”

But, try as the second might, the first twin –- the deeper, more powerful and more innocent - so much more innocent! - looking one –- would not yield. She spent more and more of her time in libraries and empty rooms, reading great books, and inventing and practicing spells and powerful magic.

- She spent more and more of her time in places the second twin knew naught of.


They were still two sisters who were the best of friends, now with a house and many other things of their own. They still shared their feelings, and they still laughed and cried together, as one heart in two bodies. But, though the second did not, the first twin knew that things were not the same: there was a wall between them now, a secret between that was the first twin’s only.

For, on her sixteenth birthday, Jenna White had become a death eater.

I shall be waiting. ^_^

And now you can add to your myriad accomplishments that you're prolific too oh wait..
 

Where ever to begin? :mwaha:

That was very poetical Maxie, do you read poetry? It sounded very lyrical I liked it a lot, musical in a way too. As if you're trying to pound the sound of something important, that in their third year they learned about Voldemort. I thought you did it rather well, I like that ... :yes:

That was both poetic and dramatic :lol: I love it, and I love the twins. I can't believe I missed so much of your postings ... :read:

Sorry about that but you seemed to have been on a posting frenzy lately and I really can't say I'm complaining I love this story ...

Childish of Narcissa and it goes to show her lack of sophistication and naivete, which of course foreshadows what's about to happen ... :mwaha:

She should have listened to Bellatrix. :lol:

Told ya. :lol:

Traitorous witch, the man killed her parents ... I don't believe I like her anymore, though I do hope her twin comes out more in the story ... it's interesting how they're on opposite ends of the ... but I'm sure that's not coincidental :lol: :DD

You really are talented Maxie. I love how poetical and lyrical your story is, I love how with a few simple deft strokes, words, keystrokes whatever you can create such a vivid picture ... it never feels over burdened or heavy, just right. Nice work Max, keep it up ... and sorry I was late love I'm always late to the party :lol:

Maybe at the beginning? =D
Not to sound boastful or anything, but I believe my poetry is WAY better than what I write as prose. I mean, I'm okay with prose, not that brilliant, I know there's still LOTS of room for me to improve; but poetry is my passion and my stronghold. I personally believe I'm pretty good at it. =p

P.S: Yes, I LOVE reading a good bit of poetry. :loved:
Thank you, and it's alright, Otts. ^^
Thanks again, and I feel like I neglect this story all the time, so yeah, I did go on a posting frenzy. =P I hope that's alright. ^_^
That's why she's a death eater. She wouldn't have been one, otherwise. But I have more to say about her parents, I believe they were good people. Not saying too much here, maybe a sequel? :whistle: Look at me, thinking of sequels when this has just started. xD But yeah, her parents aren't that important to the story, and now I'm rambling. =O
You don't like her anymore? Aww, I love Jenna for some reason I myself can't explain. But very clever of you to note that last bit. *saves your comment* =D
It's alright. *shnuggles* I love thee, OttySt. <3

I KNEW IT!!!
I KNEWWWW ITTTTT!!!
I KNEW IT!
OMG!
Why didn't I speak sooner?! :xd:
When you kept mentioning one of the twins was innocent-looking and interested in the dark magic, I immediately thought of Jenna! But since I didn't know about her having a twin (unless I somehow missed that detail), I dismissed the suspicion. :(
But I like this new informationnn. :shifty: Where's Jenna's twinnie?
This was amazing, Maxers! :glomp:
& Poor Cissy... not really. :P I don't have a side yet - neither Black or Castle. But this FF is filled with pure awesomeness I must have more of! <3

Knew what? :P
It was too clear a hint. :P I actually thought of removing all those "innocent" adjectives, but then I decided against it. =P Good to know you thought of it, though. Why did DeeLee no be speak soonah?
Twinnie: Behind you, BOO!
Thanks, bebeh. Glad to know you liked it. =]
Cissy: I am NOT poor. *nose in air*

Me: Err, I think she knows only one meaning of the word poor, DeeLee. The "you're-not-rich" kind. xDD
Awww, glad to know you likey it, my DeeLee.

*clings to your awesomeness*

Good to know that, bebeh. ;)
Thank you, sweetie. Glad to know you liked it. ^^



Eeep, my page gets stretchy when I hit the "reply" button.
-pokes the supah stretchiness-

Well, in this case, I think I might. xD :lol:

“Where have you been?”

The voice was Sion’s and, as she stepped into White Mansion - the grand house that, situated on a hilltop, overlooked a most peaceful village - Jenna’s step faltered momentarily in the doorway.

“With friends,” she replied, smiling slightly as Sion appeared in the hallway, rubbing sleepy eyes and wearing a blue, silk nightie. Technically, it was not a lie. Or perhaps it was. Jenna had other things to worry about at the moment, though. “Do you know you look gorgeous?”

It was as much of a statement as it was a question, and Sion knew it. “I think I do,” she returned, with a smile. But she was not done with the interrogation, not yet. “What friends, exactly?”

“Go back to sleep, Si.”

“Tell me,” Sion insisted, good-naturedly.

Jenna frowned, then laughed. It was hard to dodge one of Sion's question, harder than she had, in the beginning, believed it might be. “You’re being one interfering sis, tonight,” she said gently, following Sion into the latter’s bedroom.

There was a single, merry yellow light burning in a bracket on the brick wall, and the spacious room was bathed in the scent of jasmine - courtesy, it might be mentioned, a glass bowl that lay, containing specimens of said flower, on a bedside table. “Where’s my daily hug, Si, where's my daily hug?” she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Here,” Sion said laughingly, bending down to wrap her arms around Jenna. “Why do you have to come back so late at night? I get worried, I don't even know why you leave, where you go.”

“Worried?” Jenna repeated, raising an eyebrow and choosing to ignore most of the rest of Sion's comment. “Come on, Si, don’t lie to me. You know I can take care of myself better than you,” she teased.

Sion shook light brown bangs out of her face. “I guess I do,” she said quietly. “I... I just don’t like your being away from my sight for so long, Jen. You’ve heard about Voldemort. He’s gaining power. He –”

Voldemort. Sion had said the his name, and Jen’s forearm was on fire, the Dark Mark burning into her skin. Somehow, she managed to keep her face straight, to show no signs of the sudden upsurge of pain.

“And – Jen, listen," Sion's voice seemed faraway, distant. "I’m an Unspeakable, and I can’t tell you what we’re – I am – working on, in the Department of Mysteries. But it’s something that he could want, something that could be useful for him. We - our department thinks he knows. I’m - Jen, are you listening?"

Jenna nodded. "I am."

Sion took a deep breath. "I'm scared for myself, Jen, but I’m more scared - a lot more scared - for you.”

For a moment, Jenna could make no reply. But when she finally did, her voice was calm. “It will be okay, Si, I'm sure it will be. Don’t you worry about me – I’m going to be fine. Come here, let me give you a goodnight hug.”


When she closed the door of Sion’s bedroom behind her, a good ten minutes later, Jenna felt both peaceful and anxious. Peaceful because Sion was safe, and anxious whether Sion would stay that way.

I'll leave you to guess, it makes things more interesting. ;)
Hehe, thanks, sweetie. Glad to know you liked it. =]

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
PAMS!!!!!!!!!!
MORE!!!!!!
-Xavier

POOR SION!!! :(
I don\'t like Jenna anymore... =[ She\'s a meanie, following evil Voldie... :(
& Poor innocent Sion\'s all looking after her and stuff... Why do I have the bad feeling Jenna\'s going to betray her twinnie and get that thing that Voldie wants for him? I wouldn\'t be surprised if she killed Sion for it, too! T_T
Bad Jenna!
But enough about her...
Where\'s Lucie? :whistle:
:xd: