Best Served Cold

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((OOC: All script appreciation goes to @supernaturaldoctorpotter for writing this amazing HP RP Script Swap script))

((OOC: Also sorry about the change in camera quality but you can see the exact moment my dear camera died on me *sobs* this was gonna be a great thread – I wanted to put way more time and effort into this but the whole camera situation stressed me out big time))


It’s summer, 1981. The McKinnons are dead. Apart from one.

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HP RP Script Swap – Masterpost

(( OOC: It’s over! The HP RP Script Swap week has finished, and I am so pleased that you all seemed to enjoy it. This week we’ve had fluff, angst, utter crack, you name it – but all of it brilliant. Hopefully you’ve all been introduced to new rp-ers you hadn’t heard of, or made new friends in the community.

Below is a master post of all the threads produced this week, in case you missed any. And if you didn’t get to take part this time, don’t worry. I may bring this back one day! 

Finally, a huge thank you to everyone who took part, I hope you had as much fun reading everyone’s threads as I did. ))

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Best Served Cold

((OOC: All script appreciation goes to @supernaturaldoctorpotter for writing this amazing HP RP Script Swap script))

((OOC: Also sorry about the change in camera quality but you can see the exact moment my dear camera died on me *sobs* this was gonna be a great thread – I wanted to put way more time and effort into this but the whole camera situation stressed me out big time))


It’s summer, 1981. The McKinnons are dead. Apart from one.

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Bellatrix: Would you like that?

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Marlene: *Winces, but the anger gives her an idea.*

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Bellatrix: – by the time I was done with his little wifey.

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Bellatrix: You see, for all their fame,

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*Marlene lurches forward, knocking Bella off balance. As she runs, she scrapes up her wand and dashes into another room and locks the door behind her*

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*She presses the tip of her wand to her temple, pulls a shining silver thread from her head and carefully places it in the little vase* 

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*Knowing she won’t survive, she hurls herself upwards towards Bella with a scream*

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Excerpt from the Daily Prophet, dated 15th July 1981

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