The premise of my babbling: "Voldemort is attacking! Oh no!"

Two dark figures are standing in an empty field, facing each other. One looks tall and menacing, but one just looks short...and...un-menacing...

Lord Voldemort gave the other a reproachful glance. "Who are you?"

Mavet smirked. "I would like you to answer that very same question. It would seem that you have died three times, yet you still seem to be here, walking among the rest of us."

Lord Voldemort laughed, pulling out his wand. "You'll have to kill me much more than that to keep me dead! Crucio!"

Mavet stood there, waiting for something to happen. If it were possible, she said, "…"

Voldemort, if possible, repeated what she said, "…"

Voldy's Wand broke the silence with a sizzling sound that sounded sort of like a "pfft".

Voldemort grew weary of the silence, and cried, "Imperio!"

Mavet and Voldemort stared at each other for an amount of time, neither of them speaking.

Mavet decided to break the silence. "Nice try," she commented calmly, ignoring the infuriated look on that snakelike face of his. The two of them stared at each other for about thirty seconds before Voldy raised his wand again.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Mavet fell over.

"…Hahaha…" Voldy laughed. "Nobody can stop me when I have the Unforgivable Curses at my side!"

Mavet stood up, weary of the games. "Psyche."

Voldy was completely taken aback. "What? How!"

There was another awkward silence in which none of them spoke.

"Makes you feel terrible, dunnit?" Mavet asked tonelessly.

Voldemort shrugged. "Yeah."

There was another silence.

"…That's how I felt each time you died, and I was unable to take your soul away…because it was in pieces," Mavet complained.

Voldemort looked shocked. "…You mean you're…?"

Mavet looked very satisfied with herself. "Yep."

There was yet another ringing silence. Within Voldy, a fierce battle was raging. Should this new power be respected? Or should it be...eliminated?

Voldemort sighed. "So, that's why I can't use…Avada Kedavra?"

He waved his wand, but it made another "pfft" noise.

Mavet stared at him in minor disbelief. You had to give him credit for trying, but he didn't know when to give up. She summoned her scythe. Voldemort simply stared.

Unfortunately for Voldy's sanity, he was suddenly given a sharp poke from the blunted end of the scythe. He stood there and stared, disbelief evident in his snakelike eyes. Mavet grinned. It was then that Moldywart snapped in two.

Pointing his wand at Mavet, he leveled at her face, aimed carefully, and...

poked her in the nose.