Post by Morgana Hydra Gaunt on Oct 15, 2010 13:17:18 GMT 1
Who will believe my verse in time to come
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still
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Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
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Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
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Rp sample: From another HP board
In the middle of the room, a woman was down on one knee looking up with veneration and admiration for the speaker. His cold patronising voice boombed in the darkness as he gave Bellatrix Lestrange his orders. She stared down at the pattern of the tiles beneath. Her body cringed and her hands clenched into tight fists, not pleased with the fact that she a toujours pur will have to speak and persuade a commen half breed to join their mighty case.
She forced herself to look back at the Dark Lord's face, her eyes boring into the snake-like slits she adored. Bella smiled and stood up slowly, her eyes never living his. She started retreating backwards still facing him and with a bow said, "As you wish my lord." She then turned around and hurried out of the room with her black gown flapping behind her and her tangle of brown hair wilder than ever.
No matter how much she despised filth like Wayne Rex, she would carry on with her task and not fail. Bellatrix convinced herself that the Dark Lord chose her for a specific reason... that only she was capable of convincing the lad. She smirked to herself and threw a long hooded cloak over her shoulders. Bellatrix disapparated in a cloud of black smoke and for the second time that year found herself walking down the distasteful streets of Spinner's End.
Her head held high, she hmphed loudly to herself as she recalled her last visit with Cissy and what she had said to Snape. The mere thought of his name left a sour taste in her mouth : It's just empty words. He'll give it his best effort, when it maters most. He'll just slither back into his hole... coward. He might have made the unbreakable vow, but still Bellatrix thought him unworthy of the Dark Lord's trust.
Bellatrix stopped in her tracks and pulled the hood of her cloak up. She puffed out her chest and hurried forwards. Bella wrinkled her nose at the sight of the boy, as if she could smell his half breed stench. She simply nodded at his question and ordered, "Follow me." before leading the way towards a much darker and deserted alley.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise
The form was made by Malena. The lines are taken from Shakespeare's sonnets. Feel free to edit the application if you want to, but please don't remove the credits
