"So...now that we got the evil plotting out of the way...who's up for a game?"

At once, Bella's head snapped up from the ant on the table that she was so cruelly torturing.

"A game, my Lord?" she whispered reverently.

"Yes Bellatrix, a game. I believe that's what I said, isn't it?" he snapped, rolling his eyes.

Lucius Malfoy looked mutinously at his snakely Queen...er, King...oh, whatever.

"My Lord, don't you think this is just...just..." Lucius trailed off.

Narcissa grabbed his wang...WAND, I meant wand, under the table. Lucius should know better than to go against the Dark Lord.

Voldemort glided out of his seat at the head of the Death Only United Chorus Elephant meeting place and towards Lucius Malfoy. He showed his horribly rotten teeth as he snarled at Lucius, coming THISCLOSE to his face. All the other Death Eaters feared for Lucius's life. Actually, only Narcissa did. Everyone else didn't really give a shit.

Suddenly, Voldemort shocked everybody by...pouting. Yes, you heard me right. He was pouting.

"Please, Lucyyy! Pleeeaaaasssseeeeee!" he begged, while bouncing on the spot, on the verge of tears.

Everyone in the room was shocked and horrified. It was a rather disgusting sight after all.

Lucius sighed. "All right, we'll play a game."

"YAAAAYYY!" Voldemort cried in glee, before announcing that they were to play a drinking game.

"Okay, this is the game," he announced. "We are going to get some firewhisky and get drunk off our asses!"

Lucius rolled his eyes discreetly, but it didn't go unmissed by Voldemort, whose face suddenly lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree.

"I'VE GOT IT! He announced. "Every time Lucius rolls his eyes, we all take a shot!"

Lucius rolled his eyes.

They were in for a long night.

After precisely thirty minutes, all of the Death Eaters were drunk beyond coherency.

"Guys, guys guys guys guys guys...you all listen to me, your Dark Lord," Voldemort hiccupped. "I have a veery imp...impora...imprata...imporantant message: I LOVE YOU GUYS! YOU GUYS ARE MY BIFFLES! 'Specially you Bella, you're seeeexxxyyy!"

Unfortunately, Bella didn't hear that.

"HIIIGGGHH SSSCCCHHHHOOOOOLLL MMUUUUSSSIIIIICCCAAAAAALLLL! WHO SAAAAYYYYSSS WEEEEEEE HAAAVVVVEEEE TTOOOOO LEEEEETTTT IIITTTT GOOOOO!" she screamed to the ceiling before bursting into tears. "WHY DID IT HAVE TO EEENNNDDDDD? WHY COULDN'T THEY BE TOGETHER FOREVEEEEERRRRR?" she bawled, before going into a bout of hysterics. Cissy went to comfort her.

"Bella...Trixieee...you listen to me RIGHT NOWW! You don't be sad, 'cos remember what happened? Troy and Gabriella were together in the end, they were all friends, seeeeee? It's aaaaaaaaall gooooooooooood!" she yelled in her ear while thumping her hand on Bella's back in what she clearly meant to be a comforting gesture.

A few hours later, all the Death Eaters (minus one) were passed out cold on the floor, on the table or face down in the toilet (*cough* Voldemort *cough*).

And one solitary blond figure took a picture on the iPhone Voldemort bought on his last drunken bender and shook his head.