Voldemort's POV
Ugh, dum followers. I don't want to go out tonight. I'm still recovering my dignity from being beat by Harry Potter.
"Bellatrix, I tell you I don't want to go out tonight." I say whining over the fact that my best follower has started mothering me and should know better. But no, does she listen? No, because I've been defeated by a stupid little boy!
"Well, my lord, it isn't my fault your in a pity puddle. You need to get out of the house and live. That is all you've ever wanted to do since you got defeated and I'm tired of taking care of your butt." Bellatrix says, as I start hissing at her. She is so annoying!
"I am not in a pity puddle!" I yell. "I am depressed and tired and I feel faint. I do not want to go to a wizard's gay bar."
"Well, I'm sorry to say the least. But you are going or I'm going to make you! You are going to meet a nice guy and have fun with him. Now get off the couch and go get dressed in something nice." Bellatrix says with her chest heaving and her pointing her wand at me threateningly.
"Fine. But you will be sorry if I don't have fun tonight!" I say as I tromp upstairs to get ready.