Ok people, I hate these notes as much as anyone else but I have a major problem:

I hate this story and have no ideas!

I have major writers block and I want the story to be more emotional and written better!

It is vital that you review now!

Also I am so sorry about how long it took me to put this up but I have no internet so I'm waiting for that…

Someone sent me a request saying it needed to be more scary and I agree kind of; I think it needs to be more full of emotions and I'm going to make a start on writing it better.

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"Focus!" Voldemort shouted as he shot spell after spell at her

"Stop shooting me then!" Anna argued loudly

"Ignore that and focus!"

"I can't; every time I do I get hit and it fucking hurts!" She yelled

"Ignore that and focus!" He repeated

"What part of 'it fucking hurts' is too hard for you?"

"The 'fucking hurts' bit," he answered "what are you going to do to defend yourself in war?"

"I'm taking gloves to protect my nails but if I get hit I'm wearing a really nice pair of jeans so I look nice in my coffin and I'm also taking a baseball bat to beat the shit out of them!" She answered

"I'm glad you've got your priorities straight!" He answered sarcastically

"Shut up!" She screamed while dodging a spell.

"Come on, at this rate you'll be scared half to death before you even get on the battle field!"

Anna paused and put her hands on her hips "what happens if you get scared half to death twice?" Voldemort shot a powerful spell that forced to fly backwards before colliding with the stone wall behind her

"OW! You little shit! That fucking hurt!"

"You can't stop fighting!"

"I was tired!"

"Your stamina is pathetic!"

"You try doing my workout then!" She challenged

"Fine I will!"

*5 minutes later*

"Oh Merlin, I'm so tired!" Voldemort complained as he collapsed on the ground

"See, my stamina's not that bad!" Anna's workout consisted of jumping, dancing, cartwheels, handstands, splits, flips, kick-boxing, skipping etc.

"How can you do all that and be so bad at fighting?"

"I've done all right so far; every day I beat my previous record of consecutive days I've stayed alive."

"Shut up!" Voldemort panted from the floor

"Get up!"

"Never!"

"I'll tell you what your problem is, one of your problems anyway, what cereal do you eat?"

"I didn't have any today but I normally have muesli."

"You know you're old when you buy cereal for the fiber not the pictures!"

"What cereal do you have?"

"Coco pops moons and stars! THEY'RE SO YUMMY!"

"You're so mature!"

"Ok, shut up I have managed my whole life to be considered the smart one and the responsible one and the one everyone goes to when they have a problem! What have you done? Killed people!"

"You're very hormonal today, aren't you? Lots of mood swings…"

"I'M NOT FUCKING HORMONAL AND I'M NOT HAVING ANY FUCKING MOOD SWINGS! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR BALD HEAD ALREADY!" Anna screamed in anger.

"I think my bald head suits me!"

"You look like a child-friendly Homer Simpson!"

"Err…"

Anna strode out as Voldemort attempted to get up, complaining about his back.