After a long, exhausting day Voldemort closed the taps and felt the water in the big, skull-shaped, black bathtub. Mmm, yes, that was about right. A littl bit warmer perhaps…
"My Lord!" Avery called from outside.
"Yes!" answered Voldemort angrily. Now, of all times!
"Crabbe and Goyle have trouble finding the right candles for the chandeliers in the great Hall!"
Voldemort wrenched the door open and shouted at a cowered Avery.
"Of course they have problems! They're thicker than a block of wood! When I said 'two Death Eaters' I didn't mean them! See if someone with some brains has time and send him to help them!"
"Yes, My Lord, of course My Lord, my mistake…" Avery went quickly away.
The Dark Lord closed the door behind him and dropped his black robes wth a sigh. He carefully stepped into the water. Ah! That was good! A lazy flick of his wand, and everything was covered with Slytherin-green bubbles. He leaned back into the soothing water, resting his head on the edge and closed his eyes.
"My Lord!" Rosier called from outside.
"What?!"
"My Lord, I beg your pardon, but we seem to have run out of red wine!"
Oh, Merlin, why did they all have to be so inept?
"Then just go and buy some!" he shouted.
"Oh! Of course, My Lord! Didn't think of that!"
The footsteps echoed in the empty corridor as Rosier walked hurriedly away.
'It's always the same!' Voldemort thought angrily and threw his rubber duck into the water. (the rubber duck was, of course, black and had little vampire teeth and red eyes g) He had just started playing with it when he was again interrupted.
A tender nock on the door.
"What now?!" screamed a very angry Dark Lord.
"I'm very sorry to disturb you, My Lord," came Lucius silky voice.
"Oh, it's you. Well, what is it?"
"I regret to have to inform you that Dolohov managed to entirely destroy the turkey for tonight's dinner. What do you wish to be served instead, My Lord?"
Oh, damn it. He had looked forward to that turkey.
"Oh, I don't care, If I can't have turkey today, then I don't care what else."
"As you wish, My Lord."
Lucius left.
Oh that was just great. No turkey tonight. And now even the water in his bath had become cold. He could spell it warm again, of course, but he didn't feel like taking a long bath anymore. It was just one of those days. Noting went right. It was always the same, every Friday the 13th. At least the day would be over in about six hours. That was something to look forward to.