I kill me.
Gellert says: "The Voldemort brat wrote me declaring his oncoming glorious rule, soon to be Lord of All, Supreme Deathwump, etcetera, ad nauseum. I told him that casting too many Unforgivables at once shrinks one's wand. He'll go in circles for a while trying to figure that one out. Entertaining, I'm sure."
(Yes, I'm finally starting to edit that mess. And, dear lord, is it a mess. Might need a beta for this, if I even attempt to make it really balance and hold together, as opposed to just polishing off the prose and consistencies and timing and calling it done. >.> Also most of the eighties are missing, and logically shouldn't be, but there's not much more characterization to get through with in that decade. Blah. Decade-shaped holes are annoying.)
(Yes, I'm finally starting to edit that mess. And, dear lord, is it a mess. Might need a beta for this, if I even attempt to make it really balance and hold together, as opposed to just polishing off the prose and consistencies and timing and calling it done. >.> Also most of the eighties are missing, and logically shouldn't be, but there's not much more characterization to get through with in that decade. Blah. Decade-shaped holes are annoying.)