Voldi on the dancefloor
Voldemort looked at himself in the mirror.
- I must say you still are pretty good-looking, old man, he said to the pale snake-alike face.
- But you could sure need a makeover. He thought about it.
- Or just some "fresh air". Yeah, that was truly a good idea. You're smart! What do you think of going to the disco tonight, huh? He winked.
- Then it's a date.
He undressed (mohaha! I know you didn't want to see that…), and went in to the shower, where he shampooed and had conditioner (mangoflavoured, of course) in his mustache. Then he went to his black bedroom to find some clean (no, our little hero wasn't a champion at eating dinner without get a lot of the food in his lap. Haha.) robes. He checked the watch. 11 pm. Perfect. And then he went off.
The room was hot, and filled with young witches and wizards in colorful, sparkling, robes. Voldemort could feel the need to kill rush through his flesh.
-Mohaha, I'm so evil! he whispered excited to himself, before he headed for the stage.
- Hi, MDJ! How'd you do? He gave the MagicalDisc jocker (it is 'jocker', isn't it?) his brightest smile, but before the DJ could respond, Voldemort had grabbed the microphone and turned to the dancing youths.
- You're attention, please. It's Voldi talking! The dancers froze. Did they hear what they just heard? Voldi? Could that be… Voldem, um, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Or was it just a joke? They all turned to the stange, just to get their worst fear confirmed. There stood Voldemort in his usual black coat, smiling overexcitied at them, but he was…different, than they remembered.
- Look how old he's become! One suddenly shouted. The crowd started murming.
- How is that possible?
- He got killed, didn't he?
- Where's mama?!
- No, my dear ones! Voldemort stopped the bullshittalking.
- I'm not dead, and I'm here to stay! Forever! And to show you that, though I'm not exactly young, I can still do amazing things, I will now capture you all (included you, handsome MDJ -Voldi winks- -MDJ blushes-,) in a net of cobweb. Weeee, doesn't that sound just awesome? Captura Discodansers! And MDJ!
And in a sudden, the whole crowd hang from the ceiling in a huge cobweb.
- And now, dear, dear, dear, dear friends, I'm gonna squeeze you, just like I squeeezed the lemons I made juice of today! Mwohahu! Voldemort started to laugh uncontrollably. He waved his wand again, and the net started to tighten around the young magical people.
- Uuuuurgh, pleeease, O Dark Lord, pleeeease let us go-o-oh, a blond boy called, his head sticking out of a small hole in the net.
- Who do you think I am? I'm Voldemort! V-o-l-d-e-m-o-r-t! I can't just let people go! Da-ah! He tightened the net even more. And then… Something started to drip down on the floor.
- Hm, what's that? Our hero asked himself. He climbed down of the stage, and went over to the red pool in the middle of the room, under the net. He dipped one of his fingers into it, then licked it.
- YUMMY! This is goood stuff! But, no, hold on a second… It's blood! Omigosh, I haven't been drinking blood for, for ages, really… AAAARRRGGGGHHH!!
Voldemort fell down on the psycko-colored floor, jerking and holding his throat, while he sweard and coughed heavily.
- It… argack.. must be… ohmfu! poisoned! Anyone, hee-irrrck-elp me! But "everyone" hang under the ceiling in a a-bit-too-tight net, not able to help little-killer-boy…
Dum-di-dum-di-DUM! Sorry people, but that's just the way it goes if you try to kill someone. I hope that learned you something, and that you liked the idea of a totally mental Voldi. Review! (Please tell me if I've made some silly mistake!)