x-over update
should I learn to do filters to not bother those not interested and their flists?
I had to take one last day off this year, and this was it. Wasn't much but a Puff day and reading HP fanfic.
Peter Pettigrew knew he was in far, far over his head. The castle loomed in front of them, seemingly impregnable. Soldiers lined the battlements, pointing long sticks at him. He’d been a mediocre student at best in Muggle Studies, but he knew that they had weapons that could kill a man as surely as any wand, and just as fast.
"Master, I don't mean to question your judgment"
A hissing, high pitched voice escaped the backpack the short, rodent-like man wore. "But you do, Wormtail. And this is why you never rose above your station. Your cowardice shames your blood."
"Yes, Master. But seeking aid from this... muggle king..." Pettigrew stammered, "I-I've heard things, even when we were in Albania. And those muggles in the village. They fear him, Master, as much as wizards rightfully fear you. They say he consorts with demons and devils…"
“And you believe such superstitious nonsense? They are the dirt beneath your boots. This ‘Von Doom’ may cause his subjects to cower before him, “ Voldemort sneered, “but we are wizards. We are gods amongst men, and shall not be cowed by one such as he.” He laughed, hollowly, “Besides, it is at his invitation that we approach. Let him think we are at his mercy, that we are bargaining from weakness. You may find it impressive that he discovered our existence; I say even a blind goblin may stumble upon a Knut. I am more impressed that he recognizes that we are people of power and extended the invitation, as befits one of my stature, even in this wretched state." The deformed creature spat out his words, "If the Muggle king ends up being worthy of my compassion, I may allow him to continue to reign as my vassal once I restore myself to power. Otherwise, I will make him my puppet, or will dispose of him and install a replacement of my choosing."
"Of course, M-master," stammered Pettigrew, "It will be as you s-say."
"Perhaps I shall kill him and put you in that armor in his place. It may take some modifications, but a little pain is nothing to fear in my service, isn't it?"
His servant gulped audibly, then nodded nervously, with sweat breaking out on his brow. "Y-yes, my Lord."
I had to take one last day off this year, and this was it. Wasn't much but a Puff day and reading HP fanfic.
Peter Pettigrew knew he was in far, far over his head. The castle loomed in front of them, seemingly impregnable. Soldiers lined the battlements, pointing long sticks at him. He’d been a mediocre student at best in Muggle Studies, but he knew that they had weapons that could kill a man as surely as any wand, and just as fast.
"Master, I don't mean to question your judgment"
A hissing, high pitched voice escaped the backpack the short, rodent-like man wore. "But you do, Wormtail. And this is why you never rose above your station. Your cowardice shames your blood."
"Yes, Master. But seeking aid from this... muggle king..." Pettigrew stammered, "I-I've heard things, even when we were in Albania. And those muggles in the village. They fear him, Master, as much as wizards rightfully fear you. They say he consorts with demons and devils…"
“And you believe such superstitious nonsense? They are the dirt beneath your boots. This ‘Von Doom’ may cause his subjects to cower before him, “ Voldemort sneered, “but we are wizards. We are gods amongst men, and shall not be cowed by one such as he.” He laughed, hollowly, “Besides, it is at his invitation that we approach. Let him think we are at his mercy, that we are bargaining from weakness. You may find it impressive that he discovered our existence; I say even a blind goblin may stumble upon a Knut. I am more impressed that he recognizes that we are people of power and extended the invitation, as befits one of my stature, even in this wretched state." The deformed creature spat out his words, "If the Muggle king ends up being worthy of my compassion, I may allow him to continue to reign as my vassal once I restore myself to power. Otherwise, I will make him my puppet, or will dispose of him and install a replacement of my choosing."
"Of course, M-master," stammered Pettigrew, "It will be as you s-say."
"Perhaps I shall kill him and put you in that armor in his place. It may take some modifications, but a little pain is nothing to fear in my service, isn't it?"
His servant gulped audibly, then nodded nervously, with sweat breaking out on his brow. "Y-yes, my Lord."