The Black Lake

OF COURSE I DID, DUMBASS!!" I bite my tongue to stop myself from saying that, but not happy when I reply, "Well, considering how many lies you've told in the past... Yes." I stand up, letting Sam rest there for a bit and recover. Crest won't be so happy about this... If we're lucky he'll end up killing Crouch...

OOC Oh I heard something on a video that made me think of Crouch.
Hero: "What would killing me accomplish?"
Villain: "Other than making me laugh like a maniac not much, but it's enough..."

IC

"Well I guess I can't fault your logic, but still... we'll have SO much fun together!"

OOC ROFL!! xD xD That's definitely like Crouch! xD

IC I don't change my expression as I just glare at him, "Correction... YOU'LL have fun with me being your puppet!"

-I mockingly consider this a moment.- "Yes I suppose that is true too." -I burst into insane laughter.-

My mouth twitches a bit in anger, but I force myself not to just blast him and torturing him for hurting my sister. I don't say anything, looking at Sam worriedly then glaring at Crouch.

-This plan was HILARIOUS! I send a message to all my enemies this way. One to Jack, one to the Strayers, and one to everyone else. A large exclamation of 'Look what I can do.'-

"So let's see... what to do first.."

I just stand there, waiting, anxiously dreading what he's going to have me do. It'll be evil, humiliating, or a mix of both...

(Jack finding out about this: -starts twitching in anger in random places and yells out, FURIOUS- I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, CROUCH!! )

OOC Okay, when I was talking to my mom and my counselor, we were talking about "swear words" like "shit" and "fuck", etc. Counselor: I hope you don't mind my swearing..." Mom: "No, it's okay, I do it when I'm frustrated... I just don't want my kids doing it." Me: "Oh, so YOU can, but I can't?" -_-

OOC Hello Pot, my name is kettle, you're black -.-

IC

-Crazy Grin- "OH there's an idea!"

Getting impatient, I sigh, waiting for him to continue.

OOC lol -hands Sarah 1000 provisions, the first of which, my mornings start off with a cup of coffee with cream...

IC

-Crazy Grin- "Why don't you ask one of the Strayer brothers where they are currently?"

"And how do you want me to do that?"

OOC ROFL!! xD xD xD I don't think anyone could be more annoying than Excalibur...

-Crazy Grin- "What, are you surprised I'm starting you off with something easy?"

-Thanks to Raven, the Strayers are being handled by the Ministry, so feeding them information benefits us... Dark Lord bless that girl.-

OOC Aww... :3 Raven: -Is touched by Crouch's words-

IC "Yeah, I guess so..." I send a letter by owl to Crest, saying,

Hey, where are you right now?

-Sarah

-A letter flies back.-

Tell Sam she won't see me much.

-I read the note.- "Not the most elaborative of fellows is he?"

I sigh, "Should I send a letter back, Your Highness?" I say it with a sort of mocking tone.

"Yes... but I would appreciate you saying such endearing terms with a little more enthusiasm."

I write a note back saying,

Why not? What's going on? Sam will be very sad...

"Why so?"

-Crazy Grin- "While my master shall serve as a God, the closest I can get is king and I formally accept that role."

-A note files back.-

On the run. Hand note to Sam, have her turn it over

OOC "King Junior the IV" xD Just thought of that term... it made me laugh. xD

IC Seeing that Sam is conscious, I hand the note to her. I speak softly, "Sam, it's from Crest, he wants you to turn it over..."

Sam: I take it, reading it and turning it over.

Sarah: "Whatever you say, 'King Junior"."

-I sigh in relief- "That sounds very nice..."

Dear Sam,

I'm sorry, but evidence of an ancient conspiracy by the Strayers to take over the Ministry has been unearthed. Fear not, I'm fine. But I cannot be around Hogwarts as much as normal. I'll try to see you as much as possible.

Love,

Crest

Sam: I look very sad, just laying there, staring at his words. I... Won't get to see him much? My stomach and chest churn with sadness and longing to see him.

Sarah: "What now, 'King Junior'?"

"Well, since that's a dead end... I guess I'll have to settle for teaching you the Dark Arts."

"Well yipee!" I say with a dry sarcasm, showing maybe a little interest, but no excitement.

"I see a day's supply of antidote flying away..."

My face turns desperate and worried, "NO! No... Please! I'm sorry..." I feel vulnerable and helpless... I hate feeling this way... But at least Sam won't die...