A/N: Yes, I know I'm an evil git. Seriously though, don't you simply LOVE me? Lolz, sorry, been a long day. But the good news is that I really do have a floor underneath all those clothes! And my sister's car is clean. And so is the house. And I have more shoes than I really should. And I'm really tired.

Kay, enough complaining, here's the chapter!

Crimes Against Fashion

All of the Death Eaters were in full regalia, their Death Eater robes pressed crisply, their skeletal masks polished to a high shine. Every one of them were standing silently, awaiting the arrival of their Lord. Well, almost every one of them.

Moosk and JD stood together, complaining loudly. They didn't even notice when His-Royal-Long-Titleness swept majestically into the room.

"I mean, SERIOUSLY!" JD complained.

"I know, right?" Moosk replied.

His Dark Lordness scrunched up his nose (well, kinda, as he doesn't have much of a nose) and stalked over to the two girls.

"What is so important that you had to interrupt my entrance?" Voldie hissed.

The two in question looked at him in surprise. "Oh, sorry, didn't hear you come in Voldie-poo," JD smirked.

Voldemort visibly flinched at the horrid name, then glared at her. "I asked you a question," he hissed (again).

"Oh, sorry, wasn't listening, can you please repeat it?" Moosk asked, just managing to keep a straight face.

"I SAID, What's so freaking important that you just had to interrupt my grand entrance?"

"Actually, I think what you said was 'What is so important that you had to interrupt my entrance,'" JD told him.

He turned to her and shrieked, "I knew you heard me!"

"I never said I hadn't," JD smirked at him. His narrow eyes grew even more narrow (if that was possible). "Moosk said she didn't hear you."

Voldie looked thoughtful. "Oh, yea, that's right." He shrugged and looked at the girls. "So what were you saying when I came in?"

"We were just wondering who made the Death Eater gear," Moosk said earnestly, still keeping her straight face.

"Oh, well, I believe it was Darren Purl. Why?"

"'Cause he should rot in hell for crimes against fashion."

A/N: Teeheehee, I've always wanted to say that to someone. Now seriously, this is the last pre-written chapter, so I don't know how long it'll be until the next update. Mama has stolen the computer in the office to do daddy's taxes, so... But yea, I (think) started on the next chapter already, but it's just a matter of getting my floppy back up.

Again, what I said in the last chapter applies. Please no telling me to update soon. I'll get to it when I have a chance. And the spot for the 205th reviewer is still open, so REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! (another thing I've always wanted to say (with a bit of word difference, of course).