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Date Posted: 08:18:28 09/02/02 Mon
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Family Discussion
Hi everyone! Horrible new! My computer broke down completely and I lost everything and when I say everything I mean everything from my list of favorite places to my writing files which I can't find the backups for. Everything is gone. I will be trying to find everything and if you have anything I (Katie Black/Arabella Peters/ Gwen Figg) wrote that seems somewhat important please e-mail it to me at jediprins@aol.com. Thanks. I also have lost the lessons and my "grade book" so we are starting on a clean slate. This is very good for a few people, they know who they are. This is going to be written in rp format but not in color because it does not upload in color. This is short also. Classes start for me on Wednesday so I am in a hectic time, finding my files and getting ready for school. Too much to do and not enough time. No homework by the way, not because we are on the fieldtrip but because I know that everyone is busy for the next week or so. This picks up right where the last one left off. Also, I wrote Voldermort's lines somewhat sarcastically. Just thought I would clear that up now. Remember, Snuffles is listening.
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Voldermort: Didn't you learn not to slouch, sit up daughter.
Samantha: I am not your daughter.
Voldermort: Don't tell me you really think that dear. You are smarter than that. I hope so at least but your actions lately have made me wonder that little matter.
Samantha: I'm smart enough to know what you are.
Voldermort: What would that be?
Samantha: An egotistical, weak monster who has to hide behind those not even worthy of the life of a...a...a *Sam searched her mind* not even worthy of life themselves.
Voldermort: Brave aren't we. Haven't you forgotten that you and Malfoy serve me? Has that slipped your delicate mind little one?
Samantha: We aren't willing to serve you but we must to survive. I also am not delicate.
Voldermort: I tire of this bickering; I want to know why Potter wasn't delivered as agreed.
*Samantha stood up, pushing her long hair away from her cheeks and staring him in the eye. She felt a shiver go through her body. His eyes were red and seemed to pierce her soul. It was like a laser beam going through her eyes and seeing into her heart. A heart which had survived sorrow and defeat. A protective shell surrounded it but it was still true at the center, still good. She fought the urge to blink.*
Samantha: I am not your errand girl! *A smirk went over her face* Are you afraid of Potter? Of a "mere boy"? I thought you were the all powerful lord. Is something amiss?
Voldermort: I fear no one!
Samantha: *Under her breath* Yes, I buy that.
Voldermort: You will learn your place! Crucio!
"Sam fell to the ground, her body convulsed and she grabbed at her stomach, where the pain seemed to come from. Like a fire in her heart. She closed her eyes and his eyes seemed to remain in her vision. In that dark field of vision two red crystals shinned, his eyes. She rolled on the ground, her long hair tangling around her face and tear streaking down her face. He released her from the curse and she fell back on the ground, her face in the dirt. She didn't dare move, she closed her yes as tear silently rolled down her cheeks.*
Voldermort: There we go now isn't that better? Good. Now for your information I merely want to take care of a few loose ends. As you know their Order is being reestablished by that nice little patsy Black and his werewolf friend Lupin. Too bad about the werewolf's girlfriend though. Pity really, what is the world coming to now a days. Pregnant women being murdered, hospitals being attacked, students getting killed in their own lunch room. Sad really. Potter doesn't have the power to defeat me, he isn't a real threat. He just has the rare ability to irk me. It isn't revenge, not in the least. It is a matter of comfort really. He is a bug that I simply must squash. If I remember correctly, which I know I am, you were supposed to deliver Potter to me last weekend during the Hogsmeade trip. I had sent a few of my death eaters to deliver him to me, for a few games, but he wasn't there. Neither were you or Malfoy. This is more than a mere coincidence. I want to know what happened.
Samantha: We were working with a teacher, we had to.
Voldermort: You aren't nearly as cleaver as I am daughter. What teacher was this?
Samantha: Just a teacher.
Voldermort: I already know this person's profession, I desire their name.
Samantha: Figg, ok? It's Figg.
Voldermort: That old Auror? *chuckle, a cold laugh. The birds in the nearby trees flock away* I remember her well, how is her leg? I did hit her rather badly. The Ministry must be desperate. I knew after our last little incident here they would set up some kind of protect but I thought the witches and wizards of tomorrow deserved more than a worn out Auror. Fudge really is a good ally, even thought he doesn't know it yet. Some of those other fools in the Ministry should take after his example.
*Sam laid still, her head still spinning. In her mind she pictured newspaper clippings. Funerals of Aurors killed in battle, The Great Hall blown to smithereens and a picture which had struck her. A little girl sitting on the Ministry's office steps. Her parent's killed in an attack.*
Voldermort: The ministry of Morons in my opinion. Let them focus on their caldron bottoms and the weigh of galleons. They have more to worry about then giving an extra ounce of gold away. Let them tinker away with their quills. Now back to our pressing matter. I want Potter.
Samantha: He will become a martyr.
Voldermort: Let him become one, he would be less of an annoyance. I would love to sit and chat Samantha but I do have more pressing matters but I do advise you to grow a bit closer to Potter if you understand my meaning. I will contact you shortly. Good bye Princess.
*He turned and his robes swished as he walked away into the woods, disappearing. Samantha let her head fall into her hands. She took a deep breath and sighed, closing her eyes. Nearby a dog sat watching, his heart going out to the girl.*
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Ok guys, there you go. I want to wish everyone who is going back to the dreaded asylum also know as school on the 4th a good day back and I want to wish everyone who is already back good luck on tests. If you are out of school have a good work day and remember, it's not a job. It's a source of gallons and sickles for you potterism addiction. I paid $4.55 for a pin. Overpriced yes, needed no, wanted yes, and bought, yup. Please, if you have anything from a copy of a lesson to an e-mail with anything important (dolls, writing, poems, etc) please send it to me. I lost everything with my computer breakdown. At least everything should work now.
Now I would also like to say that everyone is welcome to owl me if they wish at
jediprins@aol.com (both Professor Figg and Arabella Peters are at this address)
in the subject bar please put this (I get a lot of junk mail and delete it so I
want to make sure I don't delete your e-mail) Owl Post To: Professor Figg
From: Your Name. If you have any ideas for the trip let me know and I will try
to add them into the plot that I have so far. Until next week!
~ Professor Gwen Figg
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