Voldemort LOLs

Lightning struck in the amargo, amarga night. Water trickled down the mural and into my hair. If there were ever such a thing as hell on Earth, this place was it. Azkaban, which has been my início for about a ano or two is that hell. It's a place that even the most blood thirsty wizards are known to fear. Just the darkness of this place can turn the calmest woman into a screaming banshee, or the most understanding man into a cynical old grocuh. I blinked as a drop of ice cold water fell onto my forehead and ran down my nose. Just then, I heard a loud scream of a woman, which went on for about three minutes...

    Xander walked quickly down the long corridor dragging a prisoner behind him.
    “Help! Help!” the woman laughs as she stumbles along in Xander’s grasp, “I’m being oppressed!”
Rolling his eyes, the young prison guard throws the deranged woman into her cell, causing her to fall to her knees. He quickly shuts the prison bars and glares at her through them.
    “My, my, sir,” the woman began smirking up at her guard, “You just met me, no need to be so aggressive with me yet.”
    “Ms. Clement,...

This is basically why Xander doesn't amor anyone anymore...

Love. It's a disease of the mind.

His vision began to get cloudy as tears weld up in his eyes. The brick walls zoomed por as he ran down the corridor. Gaurds were watching, Shaking their heads at the younger man's foolishness. Xander completely disregarded them. 

Xander was young for a prison gaurd. When he started he had just turned seventeen. However, that look of innocence that most teenagers would have had vanished. His grey eyes were empty now and his skin was a sickly pale color. He looked to be at least thirty, though he was only...

Okay so I want to show you guys how I expect my characters to be for now on...

Xander: Xander is now going to be mais miserable and quiet (He's still going to talk obviously, just not as optimistically) He still drinks, but he won't act like a five ano old when he does. I'm making him mais aggressive (I'll get onto my reasoning for this later) His hair will still change with his attitude. I'm going to diagnose Xandykins with some multiple personality disorder (I just think this would be interesting xD) He will still be sarcastic. This time, Xander won't hesitate to fight anyone (including girls....

ESCAPED! ESCAPED! ESCAPED!

Dmitry Vladimir, male, white, aged 24 years, single, a native of Romania. Recommended his commitment to Azkaban, finding him suffering from mental illness, perhaps Insanity.

He was caught por the Ministry on the encontro, data of August 18th, on the rua of cereja árvore Lane, and charged with reckless behavior and convicted Death Eater. He seems to be insane.. Always yelling in his mother language, shaking the bars and slamming the stone walls, even laughing out spontaneously. Be cautious for when cornered Mr. Vladimir will lash out. The results are in fact not pretty. During...

Trouble...

Double double. Toil and trouble.

She's the master of making people cringe. Life is her game and the people of the non-pure race are her pawns. People beg for death at her feet. She laughs at their misery but doesnt give into their pleads. She is a bully, and her only friend, when said at the absolute best moment, is the her favorito curse. Her dark eyes pierce into the souls of her foes and friends. She is a woman of pride, knowing that all of her fellow death eaters are jealous when they see what damage she can do with just one word. "crucio." Wearing black from head to toe, the woman...

This is about Kate when she first joins the Death Eaters, and ends up turning her parents in to the Ministry. This is part one. Feedback is appreciated, :)


The doors to the meeting room slowly opened, and Kate stepped through, her long capa sweeping behind her.
Her forearm burned from her recently acquired Dark Mark, and her heels clicked against the floor.

The room was wood paneled and dark, with a long mahogany mesa, tabela in the center, at which mais people in black cloaks were sitting.

A fogo burned in a marble fireplace, and the flickering light cast shadows across the already dark room.

As Kate...