Hey everyone! I've decided to change this one chapter story into a series of tales by The Noseless One and His Turban Slave. Enjoy!

A Little Joke

Watching a bunch of Six Years was probably the most boring thing in the world. Well, at least to Voldemort. From the tiny crack in Quirrell's turban, he could see the classroom. And trust me, it wasn't exactly exciting.

Quirrell had been turned around for a while, trying to find yesterday's quizzes. Voldemort had been staring at the students, trying to find something entertaining. So far he looked at a pimply Hufflepuff pick his nose and a curly haired Ravenclaw make out with her boyfriend. This was soooo not helping his boredom.

"They're here somewhere." Quirrell muttered to himself as he looked through another pile of parchment. The Dark Lord rolled his eyes. He had to to everything himself.

He took a deep breath and did something he hadn't done since the days at the orphanage. He put his lips together and let out a quick gush of air between them. The result was a tiny fart-like noise.

Every single student looked up. Even the chubby Hufflepuff who had fallen asleep. Some short boy in the back laughed loudly and Quirrell spun around. His face turned red. "That wasn't me!" He protested.

Voldemort giggled to himself. Then he made the noise again, except louder. More students laughed.

Quirrell's face turned even redder as he said, "I swear! That's not me!"

Of course, since the Heir of Slytherin thought that the professor deserved it for beating him at Wizard's Chess, he made another noise. This one extra long.

All the stupid teenagers laughed and pointed at their teacher. Quirrell couldn't stand it, so he ran to the supply closet and slammed the door behind him.

"My lord, why did you do that?" He whispered to his master as he took off his turban.

Voldemort laughed, "Oh, Quirrell that was so hilarious!"

"Yeah! For you! Not me!"

"Ugh, man! You worry too much! It was just a little joke! Geez!"

"'A little joke?' Really? Now the kids are making fun of me! Just when I got them to think I was cool!" Quirrell told him.

"Pshhh, you were never cool." Voldy reassured him.

Quirrell sighed and slumped against the wall, careful not to smash his master's face. "What am I going to do? I can't go back out there!"

"Listen, Quirrell." Voldemort said firmly. "You need to man up and make those kids know you are the boss!"

"How?" He asked.

"Give them all detention!"

"What? I couldn't! That's mean!"

"Hey! They deserve it! And you do have the Dark Lord on the back of your skull, so you have to do what I say!"

"You...you're right!" Quirrell got up, and put the turban back on. "I'm gonna do it!"

"That a boy, Quirrell!" Voldemort said, his face now covered by purple cloth.

Quirrell threw open the door and marched to the front of the classroom. Students were trying to hide their smiles behind their hands. He glared at all of them for a long time before shouting, "You're all getting a detention for disrespecting your teacher!"

They all groaned and that short kid stood up and asked, "WHAT?"

"That's right! Tonight. All of you." He nodded evily, "And if you don't come, you won't pass this class and will have to answer to Dumbledore!"

Groaning again. Most girls crossed their arms and the boys imangined bad things happening to their professor. "Class dismissed." He orderd. They all got up and took their books, glaring at Quirrell.

When they all were gone he got the courage to ask, "How was that, my lord?"

"Very manly. I suggest an evil look next time. With a raised eyebrow." He told him, "I would give you a high-five if I could."

"Thanks, my lord. That really means a lot." Quirrell said honestly.

Voldemort coughed uncomfortably, "Yeah, no problem. Now lets go find some dung bombs and throw them at first years!"

"Okay, my lord!" And that's exactly what they did.

A/N: Whadya think? I plan to write more little stories about this odd couple. Please review and thanks for reading!

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