05 September 2010 @ 09:46 pm
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—(••÷[ вellaтrιх leѕтrange ]÷••)—: pout[personal profile] lestrangestone on January 11th, 2011 07:47 pm (UTC)
[audio - <3]

I was in battle, by the side of My Lord. We were grinding the school into dust.

[...only things started to take a turn. But we won't mention that just yet. That photograph. That hideous, lying thing that Lupin had somehow manufactured. Lies. They were dead. All of them. Voldemort had won.]

I was dueling a blood traitor bitch, by means of magic, of course.

[Do you know magic? You must. Must be something more than a Muggle if you're able to withstand the Mist. Attempt to understand it, even.]

And then I was here. In a drab room with a ...forge. A borrowed wand was with me as well.
[identity profile] l-shrugged.livejournal.com on January 13th, 2011 11:39 pm (UTC)
[The response encourages several further questions to pop up, a happening that can grow tiresome, but he merely hums as though pleased. A school. Lord. Magic. Battle. And magic battle, hmn. Given that she's not elaborating, perhaps it's common knowledge in her world?

Pen to paper, not writing much (not that there was much information to begin) before he speaks again.]

And this battle, would the victor be particularly instrumental in deciding the future of your world? [Adds absently.] I take it Miss Bellatrix would know whether her arrival could have been related to the effects of the magic of her world?

[Of course, his arrival couldn't have been magic... given that he wasn't simply ended without clear recollection of the event, considering "magic" and the supernatural abilities of the murder notebook are fairly similar. Unexplainable, as of yet. Possible, given that it's his first time dying.]
—(••÷[ вellaтrιх leѕтrange ]÷••)—: snotty[personal profile] lestrangestone on January 14th, 2011 08:05 pm (UTC)
It would, yes. It would decide the fate of both the Wizarding world and the [she makes no attempt to veil her sneer] muggle, or [ugh] non-magical world.

[...]

I believe that My Lord sent me here, to gather strength and knowledge for His army. So that we will most surely win.

[Because we were about to ...no, we were about to win.]