[Hiss and slip of static as the room comes into lowlight focus through the Forge.
Ambient crackling, and behind it the rasp-dark breath of long suffering sleep. It is probably no accident that the Forge transmits - it seems to have started by itself - it's staticked transmission rising and falling in time and tune with the shadowed silhouette
(
Read more... )
Comments 54
Reply
If he exists still, He can hear me, brat! Perhaps the noise would bother you less if you lacked ears.
Reply
Anyway, you sound kinda pissed off. What happened? You were trying to kill someone. [Not. A. Question.]
Reply
[And so does Potter, hmmm?]
What are you that you hear without ears? Not a muggle? Something ...different? [A little laugh. It sounds only a little crazy.]
[Matter of factly.]
I have killed many in battle, and would have killed another in My Lord's name had I not ...been dropped through a door, I am told. As for the boy, he was My Lord's to kill, not mine.
[Tight, twined through with razorwire and gritted teeth.]
I am told he still lives.
Reply
[The helmet of a suit of armor with a horn protruding from its forehead appears on the screen, and a slightly-startled young voice emanates.]
B-boy? Who are you talking about?
[Angrily.]
What have you done?
Reply
[She erupts into a fit of genuinely amused, slightly (okay more than slightly) psychotic giggles.]
Awwww. Poor thing. Have I somehow upset you? You sound as if you might ...cry. Is that what this world is, then? This place? All whining brats and whispering spirits?
[This one reminds her of someone. Ah. Yes. The Longbottom boy.]
All ...empty threats?
Reply
Reply
[Disdainful laugh.]
As if you could stop me?
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Who is this Lord you keep mentioning? And this boy?
Reply
Reply
Never heard of 'em. I also don't take kindly to people who go after children.
Reply
Seems we're at an impasse. Pity.
[Malicious laughter]
Reply
Why do you want a boy dead?
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment