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[madamemoiselle]

{Dero was nice enough to motivate me to make a posting schedule, so here's Diva! She's still in Haydée's body, so as soon as she came here, the uniform she had been wearing was gone. But still, she's sitting behind a desk with neat piles of paperwork, all in German. There's a bulky typewriter that takes up most of the desk, and a small desk radio that sounds like a German radio program, though Diva had turned it down quite a while ago.

She also looks surprisingly tired. She leans back in the wooden chair, putting her palms lightly over her eyes.}

Ne, it's really stupid. I really shouldn't care, shouldn't--

{But something said on the radio catches her attention, so she lifts her palms to look at the radio}

My, isn't that something? President Roosevelt traveled by aeroplane last week. I'm sure he was going to meet Mr. Churchill, actually. I wonder if Amshel or Solomon will be there too, actually~ It was winter when they met them, if I remember correctly...

((ooc: Simultaneous plots, awesome. Diva is now in Germany, 1943))

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, how terrible, then! Ne, I could never imagine something like that existing!

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[slowly shakes his head] They're horrific. I can't - wizards thought they could use them. Wizards who think they're good, and sensible.

[pause] Of course, wizards also came up with this spell.

[madamemoiselle]

So then...they are...a punishment, maybe?

{A smile anyways} That's what humans do, though! They can make really bad things, but they make really good things too.

/completely lost this thread, fails ;_;

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

...Maybe.

[and after a moment, he returns it] Very true. Good thing to remember, that. [and finally he raises his wand]