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An angry, high-pitched voice pierced the peaceful night air.
"Foiled again by that Potter boy! Am I losing it, Wormtail?" Voldemort asked his servant.
"Of- of course not, My Lord." Wormtail replied shakily. "But there is an evil seminar that
could help." he added with risk.
Interest mixed with curiosity was heard in The Dark Lord's voice. "Really? Well then, make
an appointment for me. I'm busy painting Pooh's portrait right now."
Wormtail hesitated. Ever since their previous failure during Potter's fifth year, his Master had
become edgy and well, a little crazy.
"What are you waiting for, you fool? GO!" Voldemort threw his paintbrush at Wormtail.
His frightened servant sped off.
"I'm sorry Pooh, Wormtail is just stupid." Voldemort apologized to his stuffed bear. Dipping
another paintbrush into some red paint, He resumed painting. "Oh, you're going to look great!
Red suits you."
Wormtail returned holding a hot pink cell phone in his hand.
"I made an appointment for you, next Saturday." His minion reported.
"Saturday? You think I don't have a life?" You-Know-Who questioned in a cold tone.
Ignoring his servant's stutters of apology, Voldemort pointed to the cell phone.
Guessing his Master's question, Wormtail explained, " I stole this from a Muggle teen. It was
pretty easy. She was talking on and on, didn't even notice me sneaking up on her. I killed her
after, of course."
"Give it to me." Voldemort reached a thin, pale arm for the Muggle device.
Examinig the hot pink plastic, Voldemort nodded in approval. "I like this color!"
If this were an anime fic, Wormtail would've sweat-dropped.
"So... who's head of the seminar?" You-Know-Who asked.
"Satan." was the casual reply.
"That wimp? He's always being pushed over by God. I swear, once I get to Hell, I'm going
to whip that place into shape!" Voldemort seethed. "Do you really think this seminar thing is going to help me?"
Wormtail shrugged. Ever since his Master's defeat, he was a little braver in conversation with
Him.
Voldemort twirled his wand in his fingers. "It had better be, for your sake." The bright orange
feathers at the tip of His wand shook.
Wormtail gulped. Crazy or not, The Dark Lord was still merciless.
His Master yawned. "I'm tired now. Turn on the night light before you go."
Wormtail obeyed his Lord's commands. Going into another room to sleep, Wormtail imagined
what Satan would be like. He had better get on the Prince of Darkness's good side, seeing as
how he'd probably enter his kingdom when he dies.