I was very afraid of Voldemort that day. I was upset even throughout my band rehearsal. My band was a Synth-pop-dubstep band called Lovely Fluffy Daises 777. I am the lead singer and I play the guitar. We've been told we sound like Skrillex crossed with Taylor Swift. The others in the band include C'hristmas Mary, Pixie, Draco, Ron (although we call him Winston for no apparent reason.) and Hargrid. But today Draco didn't show up and Pixie was sad so they didn't come. We just wrote songs, despite the fact that we only did covers of pre-existing songs. I knew Draco was probably doing typical prep dude stuff like working out or something. And Pixie was probably watching movies like Pirates of the Caribbean.
I was wearing a neon pink crop top that showed off my boobies and a pink mini skirt that had 'Nicki M.' across the butt in dark pink letters. I'm not a slut, I swear.
We were singing a cover of Super Bass by Nicki Minaj and by the end I began to cry.
"Ivory, are you ok?" C'hristmas asked in a concerned voice.
"What the frick frack paddle wacks do you think?!" I shouted. I continued. "Voldemort came and told me to kill Pixie! I don't want to, he's super nice! Even if he and Draco did the do. But if I don't kill him, then Voldemort will kill Draco!" I cried harder.
Draco popped out from nowhere.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" he screamed. "How could you-You-you freak!"
I cried even more. Draco cried also and ran away. We practiced more, ignoring what just happened, for about an hour. Then Dumbledore walked in huffily.
"What have you DONE?!" he cried. "Ivory, Draco has been found dead in his room! He went in there and a dumbbell fell from a shelf and crushed his face!"
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