Alrifght, alright, okay. I know full well I have WAY too many unfinished fics out there that need updating, but this just popped into my head out of nowhere and I had to do it. I'm sure all you voldietrix lovers out there will like it, meant to be funny, and slightly ooc.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
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The Dark Lord Voldemort, also known to some in Dumbledore's Phoenix group as Lord Moldyshorts, aka Lord wartyshorts aka He-Who-Let-The-Boy-Who-Lived-Live, cleared his throat and sat back from his desk in the dim light.
"Wormtail!" he called commandingly.
The smaller man scrambled inside the dingy room as fast as he could, panting, wearing only a pair of knee high stiletto boots and some fishnet stockings. The effect was rather frightening.
"Y-yes, my lord?" he stammered. His hair was more mussed than usual and from another room, they heard Lucius Malfoy's voice.
"Be quick, Peter."
Voldemort made a face and raised his wand because he felt like it.
"Crucio!"
As Wormtail thrashed on the floor, he figured he had time for a cup of tea. He brewed it one He sat, sipping tea from a chipped pink teacup, his littlest finger out, pointing his wand at Wormtail on the floor.
"My--lord--"
Voldemort lifted his wand, his amusement complete, and finished his tea.
"I would like for you, please, to fetch Bellatrix. I have a job for her. Leave that bastard Lestrange out of it," he ordered.
Wormtail ran from the room crying.
Voldemort leaned back in his chair.
"Maybe you were a bit harsh, sir," ssaid Crouch Jr from the other side of the room.
"Maybe not, Crouch," said Volie.
"Crucio!"
Crouch screamed.
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Yes, I know, pointles and stupid, but that's my fave kind! PLEASE REVIEW!!!