A Sunny Day ((Open))

[Mira Noth]

((I are Voldy :' ] ))

It had been a pale sunny day, the leaves bright hues of fire streaking throughout the town, mirroring the events yet to happen. The children laughing, old ladies chatting, everything was held such striking, ironic calmness that Voldemort almost laughed out at the stupidity of it all, but he held is red gaze over the town, waiting, a black raven.
Soon the sky was bruised with purple clouds as the town was hushed into dark shadows until the sun vanished completely, a few stragglers still wondering around. The night life started. Stripped down ladies and sober gentlemen went here and there about to business. Bars roared with laughter and singing, coupled with crashes of occasional glasses and cusses. The black raven took his cue, sweeping over the scene with it's fellow shadows, and the fun began.
Houses lit in flames like matches, exploding here and there beautifully and children and adults screamed alike. With a graceful swish of his wand, Voldemort cast Crucios or killed mudblood kids in front of parents or parents under the grasp of their kids. A malicious grin spread across his face, debris and bodies carelessly stepped over, nothing, nothing was going to ruin his cleansing of the wizard world.

[Victoria Antoinette]

((I would be a fairy... nahhh, bellatrix?? I dunno. OK sure I'll be Bellatrix))

Bellatrix lurked around the burnt village and killed whom ever was left alive, children, grandmothers and beloved pet's. At the end of the street stood her master, Voldemort, in all his glory. She smirked warily and continued throwing the crucio and avada left and right. What a wonderful start of a sunny day. The town was now clean of filthy mudblood's. She walked over the dead body's, not caring what she stepped on and bowed her head in respect to her lord and smirked "M'lord".

[Mira Noth]

Screams coupled the air with the occasional swishing of cloaks and cackles as the rest of the Death Eaters fanned out, chasing down those stumbling away for their lives, or crashing into houses for anyone who where hiding fruitlessly in some dark corner under their beds. The noises died down into echoes, distant cloaked figures tormenting last survivors.

Voldemort closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, the air hissing through the slits that were now his nose, deep in thought when in a silent lull during the cleansing Bellatrix's voice called out bellow him, but he stood there, savoring the moment for a while longer, before hissing out in a calm voice, his eyes still closed, "Good job. It, has been a while but we have not forgotten our duty." He opened his gleaming red eyes and turned around, his black cloak swirling around him, "The Minsistry are fools, to hide from a bunch of roaches, if they were only to open their eyes and see how easily," he stressed, spreading his arms out to the chaos around them, "it is to rid of these vile creatures, we can all trully, be free."

His thoughts returned back into the dank orphanage, it decaying state a pile of mouldy wood compared to the grandeur of the place he quickly dubbed home, Hogwarts. People fussing over him, better yet disgustingly shrinking away from him everytime he had to come back, magicless unless he wanted a letter of warning from the ministry. How they slaved over cleaning up, and making inadequite food. Yet all abandoned, like him, his ties to them unseperable until he was old enough to get away, and it was all the damned airheaded mudbloods fault, he was glad he was able to see through that. But it wasn't enough, his red eyes burnt his disgust, "The ministry," he whispered dangerously, "Have become shriveled dogs under the muggles, but that will soon change."