Post by *ophelia* on Mar 23, 2008 7:38:14 GMT -5
Voldy Wants One
Yes, I just worked out how to copy files from the laptop to a cd to the computer.
I just wrote this on the laptop in bed. It's a bit short and random, and reminds me of Pinky and the Brain a bit, but there isn't a humour one yet, it isn't that funny though so just try to think that Voldemort has a soft side for two things, Bella and the thing that the story is about, maybe it will help? Use your imagination! (Oh, and sorry about the ending part that sounds like it's from a Nativity story, I didn't know what else to put.)
Voldemort paced up and down the room, thinking what move to make next. Bellatrix watched him, starting to feel bored. This wasn't getting them anywhere, although, she did get to watch him making his thinking face. That always made him look more attractive. Sometimes she even forgot his lack of nose, which, although had freaked her out at first, she had learned to get used to. He was still pacing, while Bella was sitting on the bed watching his face, trying to ignore the no nose problem. Instead she tried to look deep into his red eyes that sent shivers down her spine and wonder what his ideas were. Although that got quite boring after a while too, there was only so much shivering one spine could do.
"I think we should just go for it, maybe try to round up the giants and dementors. With you on our side we're bound to win. The old man's dead and he was the only real threat. How hard can it be to crash a funeral, people will be upset, they won't be prepared." sighed Bella, trying to get a bit of action going with the death eaters, they never did anything anymore. Unless you count waiting until Voldemort left and gathering around a magical fire in an empty room and singing the Campfire Song Song over and over again, and then they would all get drunk and start to change the words and laugh at their lyrics.
"We were thinking about taking over the world?" puzzled Voldemort. He had been thinking of something else completely.
"Isn't that what you're always thinking about?" said Bellatrix, feeling exasperated. "Oh, you're not thinking about that again, are you? I tell you, there is nothing wrong with it. I'll even do it for you if you want. The others don't care."
"I know, but they would think less of you then, and I would feel bad." worried Voldemort, he always seemed to turn nice when it came to this subject. Which was something Bella hated, she loved him for his desire for power, not for what he was thinking of now.
"I don't care, all we need to do is kill Harry Potter, then you can get as many as you like!" cried Bella, raising her eyebrows as far as they would go. Why did he always want it at the most awkward times, she could never understand why he was so sensitive about the subject, no one cared.
"But I really want one now!" moaned Voldemort, putting on his pleading face, something Bella could never say no to.
"Oh, fine. What's the plan?" she frowned, it was just so silly.
"Well, I was thinking we sneak out under the cover of darkness, although, where would we get one? The shops will be shut..." he wondered.
"We could always make one?" said Bella, anything to get him to shut up about it.
"You could really do that?" asked Voldemort, his head filling with images of it now.
"Yes, follow me." So, they walked downstairs and one was made, and it filled the Dark Lord with such joy. Though Bella could never figure out why, after all, it was for muggles, though it was only a cheese sandwich.
Yes, I just worked out how to copy files from the laptop to a cd to the computer.
I just wrote this on the laptop in bed. It's a bit short and random, and reminds me of Pinky and the Brain a bit, but there isn't a humour one yet, it isn't that funny though so just try to think that Voldemort has a soft side for two things, Bella and the thing that the story is about, maybe it will help? Use your imagination! (Oh, and sorry about the ending part that sounds like it's from a Nativity story, I didn't know what else to put.)
Voldemort paced up and down the room, thinking what move to make next. Bellatrix watched him, starting to feel bored. This wasn't getting them anywhere, although, she did get to watch him making his thinking face. That always made him look more attractive. Sometimes she even forgot his lack of nose, which, although had freaked her out at first, she had learned to get used to. He was still pacing, while Bella was sitting on the bed watching his face, trying to ignore the no nose problem. Instead she tried to look deep into his red eyes that sent shivers down her spine and wonder what his ideas were. Although that got quite boring after a while too, there was only so much shivering one spine could do.
"I think we should just go for it, maybe try to round up the giants and dementors. With you on our side we're bound to win. The old man's dead and he was the only real threat. How hard can it be to crash a funeral, people will be upset, they won't be prepared." sighed Bella, trying to get a bit of action going with the death eaters, they never did anything anymore. Unless you count waiting until Voldemort left and gathering around a magical fire in an empty room and singing the Campfire Song Song over and over again, and then they would all get drunk and start to change the words and laugh at their lyrics.
"We were thinking about taking over the world?" puzzled Voldemort. He had been thinking of something else completely.
"Isn't that what you're always thinking about?" said Bellatrix, feeling exasperated. "Oh, you're not thinking about that again, are you? I tell you, there is nothing wrong with it. I'll even do it for you if you want. The others don't care."
"I know, but they would think less of you then, and I would feel bad." worried Voldemort, he always seemed to turn nice when it came to this subject. Which was something Bella hated, she loved him for his desire for power, not for what he was thinking of now.
"I don't care, all we need to do is kill Harry Potter, then you can get as many as you like!" cried Bella, raising her eyebrows as far as they would go. Why did he always want it at the most awkward times, she could never understand why he was so sensitive about the subject, no one cared.
"But I really want one now!" moaned Voldemort, putting on his pleading face, something Bella could never say no to.
"Oh, fine. What's the plan?" she frowned, it was just so silly.
"Well, I was thinking we sneak out under the cover of darkness, although, where would we get one? The shops will be shut..." he wondered.
"We could always make one?" said Bella, anything to get him to shut up about it.
"You could really do that?" asked Voldemort, his head filling with images of it now.
"Yes, follow me." So, they walked downstairs and one was made, and it filled the Dark Lord with such joy. Though Bella could never figure out why, after all, it was for muggles, though it was only a cheese sandwich.
Nice job, keep your stories comin' 
