"Hey, Lucius," Bellatrix called, smirking to herself. "Come on over."
Lucius ambled over happily enough, adjusting his mask. "Yes?"
"You wanna see this wicked thing the Dark Lord taught me?" Bellatrix asked him, eyes wide and guiless. Always eager for new spells, Lucius nodded.
Bellatrix reached forward and grabbed his mask by the eye-holes, pulling it far out from his face. Lucius had only a moment to see the horrible gleam in her eyes before she let it go and it snapped back and he fell over with the force of it.
There was a chorus of laughter from all around them, the high, cold laugh of Voldemort cutting through it.
"I've always loved that trick," he said, leaning back to pet Nangini.
"Well, see, I really didn' mean to make ducky go boom. It was a complete ac-acci--accident! Mommy was washing my hair and I was playing with ducky and my battleship went and shot Mr. Ducky! I was really mad on account of Mr. Ducky not having any weapons to defend hisself with and all, so I was trying to make Mr. Ducky really big so's he could go and sit on the mean ol' battleship, but he didn't like getting bigger and all his pieces came apart like BOOM and Mommy had Mr. Ducky pieces in her hair! It was really funny. She got all red and stuff."
"I don't see what's so special...it's just a road," Ron grumbled, leaning against the bench.
Hermione gasped, looking at him like he'd burned her favorite book right in front of her eyes. "How could you say such a thing? This is....Abbey Road! The Abbey Road."
Harry, who was waiting at the other side of the street for the traffic to die down, motioned urgently. Thankfully, Ron cut himself off before he could utter more slanderous words, trying to read Harry's lips. "Give me.....pretzel? What the bloody hell?"
"Pencil, Ronald," said Hermione, fishing in her pocket. "He wants to write on the wall."
"Why in Merlin's name would he want to do that?"
"Why don't you just go back to the gift-shop by the tube station and we'll meet you there. This obviously isn't your 'scene'," she said, running out of patience. Ron sulked, sitting down fully on the bench.
There was a lull in trafic and Harry walked (as slowly as he could manage with cars on either side of him) through the crosswalk, pausing to let Hermione take a picture and flaming red when he'd done.
"I feel like a bloody lunatic," he said.
"Don't be silly, Harry," Hermione replied primly. "It's not as if we're the only ones to do this."
"Well...this might take a little while to explain."
"You ought to sit down."
"I will not sit down."
"You look vaguely familiar."
"Shut up you mutt."
"It all began with a vision--"
"Really, Oldman, spare us the flowery metaphors."
"It all began in a coffee shop--"
"No, it didn't."
"Who is telling this story?"
"Not you, obviously. So this woman wrote books that are either based on you, or brought you into existance. We're not sure which. The two of us play you in the movie versions of the books."
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be careful what you wish for
*is totally insane and doesn't care*
Chars: Charmed sisters, Severus Snape
"Not sure."
"Oh, crap."
There is the sound of a cauldron exploding and the pop of apparation.
"Who are you? Why am I here? How dare you!"
"Woah, calm down tall, dark and angry."
"Yeah, we didn't mean any harm. We were trying to vanquish a demon."
"Imbeciles. Where am I?"
"California."
There is a long string of inventive cursing.
"Year?"
"Nineteen ninety-seven."
"Well, at least that's something. And you--add some wormwood."
There is another pop as the man disappears.
"Never a dull moment, is there, Prue?"
"Nope."
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Lucius ambled over happily enough, adjusting his mask. "Yes?"
"You wanna see this wicked thing the Dark Lord taught me?" Bellatrix asked him, eyes wide and guiless. Always eager for new spells, Lucius nodded.
Bellatrix reached forward and grabbed his mask by the eye-holes, pulling it far out from his face. Lucius had only a moment to see the horrible gleam in her eyes before she let it go and it snapped back and he fell over with the force of it.
There was a chorus of laughter from all around them, the high, cold laugh of Voldemort cutting through it.
"I've always loved that trick," he said, leaning back to pet Nangini.
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okay, this will be easy for you
I want to know how the fuck Mr Ducky went boom!
How Mr. Ducky Blew Up by Kiere Snape
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Hermione gasped, looking at him like he'd burned her favorite book right in front of her eyes. "How could you say such a thing? This is....Abbey Road! The Abbey Road."
Harry, who was waiting at the other side of the street for the traffic to die down, motioned urgently. Thankfully, Ron cut himself off before he could utter more slanderous words, trying to read Harry's lips. "Give me.....pretzel? What the bloody hell?"
"Pencil, Ronald," said Hermione, fishing in her pocket. "He wants to write on the wall."
"Why in Merlin's name would he want to do that?"
"Why don't you just go back to the gift-shop by the tube station and we'll meet you there. This obviously isn't your 'scene'," she said, running out of patience. Ron sulked, sitting down fully on the bench.
There was a lull in trafic and Harry walked (as slowly as he could manage with cars on either side of him) through the crosswalk, pausing to let Hermione take a picture and flaming red when he'd done.
"I feel like a bloody lunatic," he said.
"Don't be silly, Harry," Hermione replied primly. "It's not as if we're the only ones to do this."
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Ahahah this is gonna be short.
"I like your aura of evil."
The two size each other up slowly.
"Allies?"
"Cool with me."
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while I do yours...
Severus, Sirius, Alan and Gary
AHAHAH.
"Yeah, no kidding."
"Who are you?"
"Well...this might take a little while to explain."
"You ought to sit down."
"I will not sit down."
"You look vaguely familiar."
"Shut up you mutt."
"It all began with a vision--"
"Really, Oldman, spare us the flowery metaphors."
"It all began in a coffee shop--"
"No, it didn't."
"Who is telling this story?"
"Not you, obviously. So this woman wrote books that are either based on you, or brought you into existance. We're not sure which. The two of us play you in the movie versions of the books."
"Am I really that bony?"
"...Black."
"Yes?"
"Shut. Up."
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want another?
this is though... Mr Tulip's fan club plotting
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"That is the greatest plot we have ever come up with! I can't believe we've never thought of it before!"
"It's so simple!"
"And so perfect!"
"Now...the only question that remains is: how are we going to get a lock of that werewolf's hair?"
"Bloody hell, that'll be hard."
"Hm, maybe we shouldn't go through with this plan after all."
"It was a silly plan."
"Yes. Quite."