Tomorrow is the birthday of Tom. And tomorrow, if we are lucky and so, we will celebrate. Not only that, but I finally have finished the course officially. Because even the same day had to be sticking his elbows because of a work group. I have not seen anything like it. A little further and link the second to third without going through the holidays O_O "
'Well, congratulations to Tom advanced to meet, add another piece of" fiction ".
With
for your patronage and to
for his criticisms of pro-Bellatrix ^ _ ^ I think the idea of writing from the point of view of Bellatrix came by Professor of Civil Property Law that we had last year, which called Bellatrix because ... I do not know, we looked at it and thought: "Bellatrix" xD
So thank you for your unwitting help of this professional inspiratory
xD (Which, incidentally, also had a James Potter in other subjects related to law. Her hair, gafillas and was so nice ... * gets excited *)
Well, no more comments about university profs, let the piece ^ ^
"empty words and unexpected events"
"Well ...- murmura witch, in a somewhat irritated and annoyed.
Voldemort stayed a while in silence, his expression unchanged.
"Well," he finally said I would now like to know what you call "serve" ... Bellatrix
would consider its response, but then, Voldemort leaned over the table getting very close to her, took her hand in his, and apropos of nothing, I blurted out "I love you
. I've always loved and always will.
Bellatrix's mind went completely blank, and without realizing it, he began to tremble all over. But before his brain could fully process the information, and to find a coherent response to what Voldemort had done, Madame Pudipié stood beside the table with two whiskeys and fireinterruption. It took a little work, as the words of "concealment" of Voldemort and his unnervingly delicate touch had completely misplaced. "My Lord ...-
dignity began after swallow-Con" serve you "I do not mean anything more than what they merely mean the verb" serve. " And the reason is none other than the great honor ... it would be for me the greatest honor anyone could give me. Suffice it to say that you would be able to give my life ... Although the young witch
felt somewhat intimidated, she thought she had been very good sermon.
Voldemort did not rush to respond. Suddenly dropped Bellatrix's hand, sat back in his chair and took a swig of whiskey fire. Bellatrix
hizo same as him, and took a drink but not four.
-what you told Voldemort spoke again seconds later "can mean many things. Obviously, you want to serve can make you feel a deep reverence and respect for me, and therefore want to do, as you said ...
>> But, for example, may also mean that you fear me and join me to feel safer than you would be against me ... It can also be pure ambition, that in exchange for your service to my account expect to be rewarded ... It may even be that your desire is to learn everything about me and my powers for a day and lift you reveal yourself in my place ... Or it may just be that you do not value your life enough and éso decide to sacrifice in my case, as desperate attempt to show the world that your life deserves to be remembered with some pride and dignity ...
said all this, the magician returned to quietly take the glass of fire whiskey to his lips.
Bellatrix, who had listened carefully to the words of his master, shaking his head slightly, had greatly angered to hear the last sentence of the sermon. Lord Voldemort looked frowning and teeth gnashing. I wanted to say something, but I had no idea why.
"Sorry, Bella ... I think I've bothered with something I said, right? - Voldemort said casually, and with expression mocking.
Bellatrix tried to calm down. It gave the impression that his masterwas being tested, perhaps trying to verify the facility had to be offended.
not leave so easily.
"It seems obvious that you doubt my loyalty, my Lord. Perhaps my words can not convince you, but rest assured that as soon as you have the opportunity, my loyalty will be demonstrated in other ways .- answered and filled with pride for your reply.
But Voldemort did not seem to even minimally impressed by the response. Shrews looked for a moment his expression unreadable, and then sank back on the back of his chair. Bellatrix suddenly felt the touch of a magician's knee against his, and suddenly quedársele mind went back to blank, and gave a small twitch in one eye.
was to drink a shot of whiskey fire to cover up and realized that only he had the ass of the glass. Emptied it and glanced at Voldemort. He was startled to see that he fixed his eyes dark red in it and not blinked for a moment as belonging to that of its supposed testing?
To make matters worse, the pale face of the magician, part of the Andean hat, came less than two inches from the face of Bellatrix. The eye twitch is doubled, like the heartbeat of the witch.
"There's an Auror at the bar," whispered Voldemort on his face.
... (End of the cut xD)
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