The dread balloon, round IV
Dec. 2nd, 2004 04:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pauraque_bkRound I: Dolores Umbridge
Round II:Vernon Dursley
Round III:Cornelius Fudge
There was a pause. Wormtail clawed his way up Lord Voldemort's stylish black robes to sit upon his shoulder, assessing who remained.
'Now look here, Dumbledore,' said Fudge in a harsh whisper. 'Diplomacy is all very well in its place, but this has gone too far!'
'I have to agree, Headmaster,' whispered Percy Weasley at Dumbledore's other side. 'We can't just keep letting them...' He trailed off, looking nervously at the two Dark Wizards and one Dark Rodent who faced them.
'We have our chance to destroy this menace once and for all!' said Fudge urgently. 'Right here, right now!'
Mrs Lestrange stepped forward, eyes flashing dangerously, long black hair blowing dramatically in the sea breeze.
'You dare to challenge the Dark Lord?' she intoned.
'Well, why the blazes not? We're all going to die on this godforsaken balloon in any case, so what difference could it possibly make?' was what Minister Fudge fully intended to say, but what actually came out of his mouth was 'Eep,' at which point Mrs Lestrange threw herself upon him with a terrible cry, and, after a brief struggle, shoved him unceremoniously out of the basket.
'Oh dear,' said Dumbledore, not appearing particularly perturbed.
'Bella,' said Lord Voldemort in mock reproof. 'I simply can't take you anywhere.'
She returned to his side. 'But... you won't hate me just because I'm a wee bit bloodthirsty, will you?' she purred, taking hold of his sleeve.
'Never, my pet,' said Lord Voldemort, stroking her hair with a scaly white hand.
Wormtail, still perched on the Dark Lord's shoulder, looked from one to the other, gave a little sneeze of disgust, and scampered down.
Percy Weasley stared down in horror at the lime-green bowler hat bobbing on the surface of the turbulent water. 'You've assassinated the Minister of Magic!' he gasped.
[Poll #396138]
[EDIT: Using RP journals to stuff the ballot box could be considered unsporting, mates.]
[EDIT2: This round is closed. Proceed to round V.]
Round II:
Round III:
There was a pause. Wormtail clawed his way up Lord Voldemort's stylish black robes to sit upon his shoulder, assessing who remained.
'Now look here, Dumbledore,' said Fudge in a harsh whisper. 'Diplomacy is all very well in its place, but this has gone too far!'
'I have to agree, Headmaster,' whispered Percy Weasley at Dumbledore's other side. 'We can't just keep letting them...' He trailed off, looking nervously at the two Dark Wizards and one Dark Rodent who faced them.
'We have our chance to destroy this menace once and for all!' said Fudge urgently. 'Right here, right now!'
Mrs Lestrange stepped forward, eyes flashing dangerously, long black hair blowing dramatically in the sea breeze.
'You dare to challenge the Dark Lord?' she intoned.
'Well, why the blazes not? We're all going to die on this godforsaken balloon in any case, so what difference could it possibly make?' was what Minister Fudge fully intended to say, but what actually came out of his mouth was 'Eep,' at which point Mrs Lestrange threw herself upon him with a terrible cry, and, after a brief struggle, shoved him unceremoniously out of the basket.
'Oh dear,' said Dumbledore, not appearing particularly perturbed.
'Bella,' said Lord Voldemort in mock reproof. 'I simply can't take you anywhere.'
She returned to his side. 'But... you won't hate me just because I'm a wee bit bloodthirsty, will you?' she purred, taking hold of his sleeve.
'Never, my pet,' said Lord Voldemort, stroking her hair with a scaly white hand.
Wormtail, still perched on the Dark Lord's shoulder, looked from one to the other, gave a little sneeze of disgust, and scampered down.
Percy Weasley stared down in horror at the lime-green bowler hat bobbing on the surface of the turbulent water. 'You've assassinated the Minister of Magic!' he gasped.
[Poll #396138]
[EDIT: Using RP journals to stuff the ballot box could be considered unsporting, mates.]
[EDIT2: This round is closed. Proceed to round V.]
