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A cave. What must have been Inferi. A little island with a potion, and below it a locket. The prize protected by layer after layer of defense. Something terribly important to the Dark Lord, so utterly central to his attention that he would dedicate time to form a hiding spot that seemed nigh on impenetrable, and obscure to boot. And it was there, this possession of the Dark Lord’s, waiting underneath a basin of poison, surrounded by a sea of Inferi. -- alphaleonisblack, The Beginning of the End
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He shifted several times, chewing on his bottom lip until it grew as red and swollen as if the two of them had been snogging instead of dueling. And finally he sighed and grumbled, “Bugger. I guess I can’t just kill you and pretend I didn’t know. That wouldn’t be very nice of me. Maybe one of the other ones but now I feel like I’m me and not the other me and so I sort of have to… oh bollocks!” -- the-hotter-carrow-twin, A Slight Misunderstanding
She’d made sure that everyone knew she would be there, even if only for the few minutes she could stand. Still, she’d walked in with her head held high, a true Ice Queen. She’d heard the whispers as she’d entered, saw the heads that turned. She hadn’t been seen for a month. Not since her last meeting with Abraxas, not since… The last time she’d taken Calming Draught. The very thought of it made her crave it, want it - anything to help her get through this night. Still, she would have none. One more night was what she’d been telling herself for a the past month of nights. If she could get through this night, she would get through the next and the one after. She would survive. It was what she did best. Through her mask of ice and stone, no one would be any the wiser. -- forever-toujourspur, Funhouse Mirrors
The hypnosis of the neon lights soon enough began to pump through her veins and with a thrill zooming through her bones, the witch joined that fast paced dance of utter insanity and euphoria. Her hair was a long golden curtain flashing from side to side, its sweet scent attracting boys who were stunned by that glamorous blonde beauty that moved sensually cladded in a black dress, with a red rose in her lips and staring at them through eyes of burning fire. --cherrybomb-witch, Rough
