Before Breakfast and Breakfast

"Good morning you, how are all your evil birthday plans coming along?"

Voldemort's head suddenly popped up from beneath the covers looking disoriented. "What? What time is it? Are you awake already?"

"No, I'm just sleepwalking", Quirrell rolled his eyes. "It's almost 11am, I've been up for hours, but I figured you needed the sleep."

"What? That can't be! I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed… Go back to bed!"

Quirrell rolled his eyes again, "Yeah, right. Get up and get dressed, I've made pancakes!"

Voldemort's eyes became wide open, "You did WHAT?! Gee Quirrell! You're ruining my plans! Go back to bed! Right now!"

"Can't you just accept the defeat and eat your pancakes?"

"Nevah! I'm the Dark Lord! I'm never defeated!"

Quirrell coughed loudly.

"Oh shut up!" Voldemort hissed and gave his friend the stare of evil before continuing: "As I was saying, I am the Dark Lord… And… I command you! To go back to bed!"

Quirrell rolled his eyes again, "That was all you have planned? Breakfast at bed?"

Voldemort made an insulted face: "Of course not! We are going rollerblading!"

For the first time that day, Quirrell showed an interest: "Really? We are finally going rollerblading?"

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"Oh! And I have a gift for you!" Voldemort managed to say between pancakes.

Quirrell lifted his eyebrows, "Really? What kind of gift?"

"You might say it's a… boss gift…" Voldemort grinned.

Quirrell sighed. "Is it a Zefron poster?"

"Uhm, maybe… "

Quirrell sighed… again…"Voldie, you know I like Robert Pattinson better!"

Voldemort became huffy. "I know that, I'm just in denial, we both know Pattinson is an ugly wannabe-Zefron!" he hissed

"Well I think he was swell in that Twilight-movie!" Quirrell said hardheadedly.

"Oh grow up!" Voldemort hissed, "I might just have seen the first half of it, but we both know that movie sucks! And Pattinson can't act! Not like Zefron. He is great. And handsome. And a great singer. Pattinson is just gay. Everybody knows vampires don't sparkle! That's ridicules! Not like HSM, everybody knows muggle-teens randomly burst into song all the time. That movie had personality!"

"Whatever, I'm not going to argue with you. You're just gonna end up using the Cruciatus Curse on me…. Again!"

"That only happened once… and you deserved it! How dare you say Hanna Montana is a stupid show?!" Voldemort was hissing again.

"I was just saying that it is stupid that just because she wears a wig, nobody recognizes her!"

"You had no right!" the hissing had now turned into a snare, and Voldemort suddenly had his hand is his pocket. Quirrell had noticed too.

"Whatever, let's just agree to disagree and go rollerblading!"

"Yes, let us not argue about it anymore. It's moot anyway, we both know I'm right!"

Quirrell sighed for the hundredth time but didn't argue further.

"Are we going rollerblading today or not?"

"We are! And after on… I have another surprise for you!" Voldemort grinned, not evilly this time, just… evil-ish.

Quirrell sighed and rolled his eyes "If it's a Zefron-movie I might never forgive you… Just saying"

Voldemort frowned, Quirrell noticed and put up an "I-don't-believe-it"-look. "It's not, is it?"

Voldemort smiled innocently, "Not anymore! But you'll see! Now let's go!"