Toadfoal; Aww, Poor Tessie. =C
Oh! That's like that story the Lottery, right? The person who won would get stoned to death... or something.
Nice story. ^^
Wind Song; Thank you. ^^
-high fives-
wibeke wrote:
Whisper & Angel
As the light goes out
Thoughts turn to angels
All around us
Oh
As the night comes in
Dreams start their drifting
And we hear
A lullaby
A lullaby
You and ILullaby- OneRepublic
I'll write a story some other time. =P
wibeke wrote:
Thank you. x3
And wow, you're right. Cute family.
I can't wait to see more horse pairings. Even with the few we have these guys go beautifully together. ^^
(though I'm secretly hoping the foal will grow up to be a zorse)
Rynn Zekio Zusha wrote:
Pet's name: Fae
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Pet's name: Draco Malfoy
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--"So you will be staying I take it,” Voldemort drawled having just explained that disobeying him was something this girl wouldn’t want to do, but to his surprise, not that he’d show it. She smirked at him.
“Oh I suppose so. I mean it will be free room and board, right?” She spoke as if bored, as if the Death Eaters circled around her didn’t intimidate her in the slightest.
“I guess you could consider it that,” Voldemort seemed amused by her.
“But I do have one condition”
“Really. What would that be?” Voldemort kept his voice cool and was slightly amused by this show of what he believed to be bravery.
“This place is so dreary. I need to be able to get out and have fun. I mean real fun, not whatever these old men think is fun… but I presume they don’t do fun. Do they?” she looked around her purple eyes shined with laughter. The Death Eaters shifted as her gaze sweep through them. Some stepped forward brisling with anger at this foolish girl who dared speak this way to their Lord and them.
Bellatrix opened her mouth wand raised to crucio this strange girl who provoked her short temper, but Voldemort raised his hand to Bellatrix. “No Bellatrix. We want our guest to feel welcome, and I’m sure we can arrange something. Why don’t we give her Draco to escort her to where she wishes,” Voldemort smirked at Lucius who knew he was being punished again through his son, and this wasn’t a suggestion.
“Huh is Draco younger than these? I do not want to be lugging an older man around that would be counterproductive,” she shifted her weight to one foot putting a hand on her hip and pouted. Draco stepped out from behind his father and at Voldemort signal that it was okay for them all to take their masks off all of them did so. The girl looked about with a smile and then she stepped toward him and squealed, “Oh you’re definitely not old,” Draco looked nervous. She turned to Voldemort, “Can I keep him?” Voldemort gave a small chuckle at the twin looks of horror that went between Draco’s parents and the shock on Draco and the rest of the Death Eater’s faces.
“Fine by me. Why don’t we get you settled into a room...? You still haven’t given us your name,” Voldemort reminded since when they’d first asked for it she’d stubbed them with a ‘Why do you need to know?’
“Call me Fae, since that is why you wanted me, because of what I am?” She teased making her wings visible for a brief flash. They all gave her such tense attention at that it seemed as if time had stopped.
“Fae then, Draco take Fae to a spare room,” the Death Eaters crowded the circle around their Dark Lord cutting Draco and Fae out. Lucius and Narcissa held back a bit watching Draco walk her out.
~I need help with names~
“Well this place is lovely, but what’s with all the boring?” She was half skipping beside Draco up the stairs and through the long gothic halls.
“Malfoy Manor is my home, and is not boring” Draco stated trying to cold shoulder her.
“Oooh,” she mocked, “So sorry! This manor’s yours then?” He turned to stare at her raising an eyebrow. She stopped short and tilted her head, and he just whipped back around and rushed up the stairs not even bothering to check if she followed. She stared after him for a few moments before trailing behind him.
“So when can I take you out to a teen club?” She asked flitting around behind him.
“A what?”
“Teen club, it’s a muggle thing. In America there are some really good ones, so I spend a lot of time there.”
“Muggle, really?” He asked as if he didn’t care, but his faint at monotony didn’t happen as well as he probably hoped. “How do you get to America, by Floo?”
“Oh I have my ways,” she smiled sweetly and allowed her magic to pulse which made the chandeliers and other priceless artifacts jiggle and some crashes came from the distance. Draco whipped around.
“What is wrong with you? You realize everyone downstairs is probably wondering what just happened!” He had been too nervous lately emotions tight like a coil, so he sneered in her face implying her stupidity and his anger at her.
“Calm down I can assure you they didn’t noticed a thing. Well, at least until they see whatever has broken,” she laughed in his face. He glared and she wasn’t fazed in the least still giggling.
“You are so strange,” Draco sighed and opened a door to a beautifully arranged room with a bed fit for a princess.
“Well I’m above 70 years old, but still a teen, so I suppose that is true,” she danced across the room and leaned back on the bed.
“And now I’m disgusted. Stay here-”
“Disgusted? Aw now I’m sad Draco-Wait you’re leaving?” She’d spoken over him and he was giving her that ‘you idiot’ glare again. She pouted and looked at him through her eyelashes as she played with her hip length flaming red hair. Her features practically glowed with their bright colours in the dark neutrals of the room. Draco looked at her flabbergasted for a moment before slamming the door.
“Aw he’s no fun,” she flopped back on her silver and black ornately decorated bedspread and stared up at the tool and curtain of the four poster thinking what was it she had gotten herself into this time.
~I need help with names~
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Yay!! My Harry Potter fanfiction, I only own Fae, but I don't have a real name for her yet... Like her? I do she's my favorite OC ^_^
~RZZ
Red October wrote:
I saw the doctor entering the room and the nurse shutting the door.
Not too late. Never too late.
The clock on the wall disagreed.
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