Voldemort discussion

A place to lounge, obviously. With a fireplace some chairs and a sofa - couch - you can rest here when awaiting the Dark Lords orders. Unless you've decided to go kill some mudbloods to pass the time, that's a good alternative too.

KILL ASHOK!

Setador looked up at him, her eyebrows bending into determination.

"Who are you?" She asked in a velvety voice.

"why should we kill we kill one of us?" Maryn said, while taking a sip of red wine

Meadow wrote: ""why should we kill we kill one of us?" Maryn said, while taking a sip of red wine"

Blood Bone and Muscle wrote: "Setador looked up at him, her eyebrows bending into determination.

"Who are you?" She asked in a velvety voice."

Voldermort I created this group and WHEN DID HE JOIN!

Setadora peeled off the mask, smiling.

"Hmmm, Walmart," she said reading the tag, "not very convincing is it? Well, should we torture him?"

yes

RAID THE MINISTRY!

((Oh gosh, did not see that coming...))

((roflmao))

"Are you in another one of your yelling moods?" Naomi asked wearily as she entered the lounge.

takes out wand prepare to die minister

((shouldnt tht be in quotation marks?))

Naomi grinned, in agreement with Anabella, but said nothing.

When the Dark Lord did not respond Naomi shrugged and turned away, pulling her wand from her cloak as she did so.

Her wand was 10", with willow wood, and a veela hair heart string.

((it's called being bored. and i think you should say levitated. lol))

Naomi's gaze lingered wearily on Anabella's hovering bonfire.

"Swim fish," Naomi murmured.
"Swim...will it get burned?" she wondered aloud.

Naomi raised her eyebrows and turned to look at Anabella.
"You named him Devin?"

"Oh, now it makes sense," she said sarcastically.

"No, no," Naomi replied lazily. "Why on earth would you spend your precious time doing that?"

((i totally spelled tht wrong. nd to thhink i got 2nd place in the spelling bee....pft. lol))

Naomi nodded in agreement, "For once I must agree with you."

"Alas, it doesn't."

Naomi opened her eyes in fake surprise.
"Whenever have I treated you like a juvenile delinquent, dear Anabella?"

"But of course, for I know not what I have done and when I have done it," she said innocently.

"Hello I'm Chrisana." She said coldly.

((lol))

"My dear Anabella, excuse me, but it sounds as if you are implying that seeing as I am not one of the youngest members here, I have fallen under the category of 'elderly'."
Naomi looked quizically at Anabella, and nodded in Chisana's direction, her eyes never leaving Anabella.

((i think tht half made sense. lol))

Naomi smirked.
"Again - surprisingly - I find myslef in agreement with you on yet another matter; what would the Dark Lord think of us if we were to start bickering like school children? I suppose we shall let the matter drop there, no doubt it will be brought up again, if not by us then by someone else."

"Question,"Chrisana started. "What exactly did the mudbloods do to us?"

"Okay I just needed to refresh my memory."

((Jerry Snotter?? roflmbo))

"He does. And Chrisana, how could you possibly forget the attrocity of mudbloods? It always haunts me, and I swear that one day the world shall be rid of all mudbloods. Or at least I hope it will; but why must I hope? With the Dark Lord it's possible."

"Oh." She groaned. "I saw A mudblood the other day and Ugh! They were talking with muggles!" She said with distaste.

"Sure, and im the smart one..." she muttered mockingly.

Naomi smirked.
"It does, doesn't it? We should disagree more."

Chrisana rolled her eyes at the stupid disagree more thing.

"Agreed," Naomi replied with a small smile.

Setadora's willowy corset and gowned figure bathed her face with the "Lumos" of her wand, her cruel eyebrows and pinched cheekbones where marred from the battle in the forests of St. Petersburg. The Russian's didn't like her presence, they felt her wrong before all the other mortals and muggles around her did. Once a blind beggar had hit her with a cane without even knowing she was in his range. Heck, some nutshell wizarding farmer probably cursed her soul in Russia after she'd burned down his house... and children.

Nonetheless, she was back feeling pained, what did she ever do to the filth? Didn't they knowing that being the filth they had to act like the filth?

........?

"Wha?????"

Chrisana laughs coldly. "Beauitful. That should be fun." She sat down on a chair and popped her fingers and put her feet up on a table.

Setadora kept her stance a good 5 feet away, face twisted painfully into a grimace, her eyes where glued to her razor obsidian coloured nails like nothing in the world was more interesting.

"That's not in your place to pick young one," she said eerily calm. Not looking up, "and to infiltrate the government wouldn't make the task less painstaking? That bloody Obama though, what a pain to have a muggle with such a good grasp on the situation. I suggest if you value your heads to pick a weaker, less in touch country," she intoned soothingly to their raised eyebrows, "every child over 11 have a bloody phone there."

"Spoiled brats," Naomi muttered under her breath.

"Oh,I know lots that dont have a cell. Like me."Chrisana sighs. "Setadora, Im a Death Eater as all of you. So I can have a choice." She sneered.

Naomi looked at Anabella as if she had just sprouted another head - which she had seen happen before.
"Please tell me you're joking."

Naomi shook her head.
"Of all the people I could be surrounded by..."

"I dont know my favorite animal" she said dreamy

Naomi stared at Chrisana.

"What?"

"Nothing," she muttered.

"Surrre. Everyone says nothing, when they really mean something... Don't worry Naomi. I'll keep your secret." Chrisana says daydreamy

"Yes,Anabella?"