A/N: I originally wrote this for the drabble tag thread on HPFC, and I decided to post it on my account as well. I hope nobody minds that. Warning: These characters will most likely be out of character. It's a little weird. Milly's prompts was spontaneous singing. This is also for the Procrastination Competition. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.


Quirrell was embarrassed to admit to his master that he had gotten them lost. But Lord Voldemort already knew. "You fool. Where have you taken us? We're supposed to be coming up with a plan to kill Harry Potter."

Quirrell sighed in frustration. "I know, I know." His eyes searched for the first building he could find. He needed a place to sit and think for a moment. He suddenly found one and walked toward it.

It was a Muggle bar, and there were a few people inside of it. He supposed that people wanted to drink even at this time of the day. He suddenly wandered over to a machine and absentmindedly touched a button. Music started playing, and he jumped and glanced around. People were looking at him and laughing at him.

"What is this magic?" he muttered as words appeared on a screen.

"I don't care. We really should be getting to Hogwarts." Voldemort hissed through his turban.

He sighed and pressed another button, and another song started. People cheered across the room, and that caused him to jump in fright again. Quirrell wasn't used to all of this attention.

"Just forget about the machine and walk away!" Voldemort hissed again.

But people were now ordering Quirrell to sing, and he frantically looked around. There was no way out of doing this, and he did feel like singing spontaneously. He cleared his throat and looked at the words on the screen.

"I like big butts and I cannot lie…"

"Oh, dear Lord. What have I gotten myself into?" Voldemort muttered, but Quirrell ignored him and continued to sing anyway.


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