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Thanks to all those that e mailed me for more! I have had *so* much homework over
the last month, I'm telling you: three musical period projects (all over one thousand words each)
: two chapters of maths: four chapters of the english novel: two history essays
each two thousand words: forensics project, solving a mystery which in my case is a murder
: six recipies for home ecomonics: four poems: three short tories (all bad): seventeen
songs to learn for band: nine for orchestra: six for chior: twelve for youth band.
So I have been very, very busy lately, sorry! This was all last weeks homework.
Multiply that by four and it equals no spare time. Plus all the rowing and running
and swimming I have to do equals no spare time plus no sleeping, eating or resting.
Thanks again, please, pleeeeease review!
****
'The best shot we have, is to kill Dumbledore or at least get him out of the castle' Voldemort told his team; Xenia Snape, Frangipani Malfoy, Donna Hilton,
Dolpur, Julian Jargon, Gretchen Fowler, Agnes Tyranter, Vincent Goyle, Peter Pettigrew, Joaquin Jinx, Dalid Dittlesmorn, Dahlia Ovens and Greig Matheson. They all murmured in agreement.
'How are we going to do that?' asked Dahlia Ovens in her reporter style voice.
'Well, I could challenge him to a duel, we could kidnap him while he is in his sleep…' Voldemort continued on various plots and ploys to get Dumbledore out of the castle and the others helped him. Peter, however, remained silent. He thought how good Dumbledore had been to them all and he didn't want to betray him. He also didn't want to betray his master. Peter went home from the meeting, telling his 'friends' that he had been in the hospital ward because he felt sick.
Fidelity unplaced, Peter went down to dinner and then straight up to bed. He sighed as he lay on his bed, flat on his back, staring straight up at the canopy of his bed. He had his arms splayed out, taking up as much space as possible and breathing in and out deeply and loudly. He tried to make it regular as he heard Sirius and James enter the dormitory. He quickly got under the quilt and then coiled up as if he was slumbering. He heard someone shift the curtain very slightly and Sirius's voice told James he was asleep, so naturally they would make as much noise as possible. 'They had always done that' thought a spiteful Peter bitterly. 'Never had done with Remus, but me they always make noise!' he sulked privately. He gingerly rubbed his shrouded collarbone, he had to press hard on his skin, and then almost wanted to burst into bitter tears.
It was true that he did want to betray them; but they didn't know that. They had no reason to be hostile to him, he had not divulged his secret to anybody, no one at all. Not even his parents. Peter slowly and unwillingly fell into a sleep nightmare ample.
*
Lily groaned, she didn't want to wake up. The warm, fervid security was like too irresistible to refuse. Dolorous and morose, Lily pressured herself to get out. Slowly and timidly she got out. Almost summer! The air was tepid and welcoming, she felt strangely comfortable and it felt as though she was easing through the air. She looked out of the window, the snow long melted, recalling one of the best Christmases she had in her life. Without Petunia looking down at her snootily. She sighed, soon she would be back at her house for two whole months. Lily felt slightly apprehensive about that, but she was longing to see her parents again. Of course, she would annoy Petunia by having one of her witch friends stay over, visit James, Sirius and Remus and Jenny, Siobhan and Cheyenne. She would travel by Floo Powder or train. Lily collected her things and headed towards the bathroom.
*
'I am so going to fail Charms!' James groaned into his porridge.
'Good!' Lily said cheerfully, plonking herself onto the seat next to him. Sirius beamed.
James looked at her from under his glasses, his head tilted considerably so his chin was touching his chest. Lily spotted this and gave herself a quick mental shake. Sirius looked at both of them, seeing fireworks and daggers and a lot of blood.
'You should have seen Snapey boy last night Lily!' said Sirius, throwing a dirty look at Snape as he walked past. 'Hair is more greasy than yesterday!' he muttered to Lily and James. Snape heard, most deplorably, and prodded Sirius in the back of the neck with his wand. Sirius automatically turned into a goat. Sirius bleated as Professor McGonagall shrieked at Snape:
'How DARE you Serevus! Using Transfiguration on other students! I think a hundred points from Slytherin and a month of detentions for you!' she shrilled.
'But-' said Snape, opening his mouth to defend himself.
McGonagall was busy trying to change back Sirius. It was a difficult task for her, as he had not Transfigured Sirius properly. In about two minutes he was back to normal, wearing a ferocious scowl on his face. James was grimacing, trying to keep Lily from laughing in his face.
'Now Black, what made him turn you into a goat?' she demanded, holding his shoulder very firmly and surveying him, to see if anything was still goat. There was a slight 'pop' as Sirius grew a white goatee. Lucius Malfoy howled, once more, with laughter and he was clutching his side.
'Enough!' barked McGonagall, sending him a fearsome look as though he would regret laughing.
'What did you do Black?' she barked, assigning him a special reproving look.
'I said he needed to wash his hair! It's getting far too greasy!' Sirius protested.
'Yes, well I tend to agree…' McGonagall said, fading off but then regrouping herself. 'Five points from Gryffindor!' she said, not showing the slightest intention of actually taking them off, but as Snape was there, she had no choice.
Snape stalked off, looking sour, with Lucius and Vincent in mimicking.
James looked as though rage had overwhelmed him as he looked at the retreating backs of the three. Lily was scowling at them and Sirius was looking desperately down, straining his eyeballs no doubt, trying to look at the goatee. Professor McGonagall irritably waved her wand and it disappeared with a crack. She stormed off to the high table. Professor Gorge asked her what happened, and she told the tale, every now and then shooting furious looks at the three of them. The Professor simply shook his and chuckled lightly. Professor McGonagall looked slightly exasperated.
'So, it is a weekend, what are we going to do?' asked Sirius who, much to Lily's aggravation, had his mouth full of food.
'I don't know!' said James, his eyebrows raised as he lifted a forkful of sausage to his mouth.
'Well we should be studying for our exams!' said Lily, who hadn't the slightest of intentions to do so.
Sirius snorted. 'I' he started but stopped as he caught James's look. Lily thought he had gotten into trouble. 'Much mistaken! WE, don't need to dedicate our leisure time to such a tedious, monotonous, laborious and fatiguing such as thing as study!' Sirius declared melodramatically.
'Uh!' Lily snorted, then remembered something. 'Didn't you, James, say that you were going to fail your charms exam?' she toyed. She had a sly tone James didn't like, though he had used it aplenty times himself.
'Yes, but I didn't mean I was going to fail it. I was exaggerating. I'm only going to get a bad mark!'
'Right!' said Lily sarcastically, disbelievingly.
'Don't look too disappointed!' James replied to the expression on her face. Sirius snorted and Lily blushed.
'Oh. Yeah, sorry!' she said, looking plainly embarrassed.
'Well, we must be off!' chortled Sirius, he pulled James's robes collar just as he was lifting a goblet of juice to his mouth. It sloshed down the front of his robes. James looked down at it disdainfully, but simply wiped it away.
'Bye!' James waved to Lily as Sirius dragged him out of the Great Hall. Sirius waved over James's head when they reached the egress. Lily smiled into her bacon and tomato bagel she had freshly prepared herself. A strange effluvium wafted in her direction, but left as a group of Hufflepuff second years walked by, gawking at her. Lily felt conspicuous nevertheless continued to devour her bagel.
*
'I!' exclaimed Dolpur to Agnes, 'Have figured out a way to get Dumbledore out of the castle!' he continued to crow in front of Agnes who looked calm and serene, not at all invidious as he had expected. He felt slightly let down.
'What?' she asked vulgarly as he gaped at her.
'You-you aren't jealous?' he managed to blunder.
'Of course not!' she said smugly.
'Would you go so far as to tell me why?' he demanded, open-mouthed.
'No!' Agnes said, quite cheerfully, but had a cutting tone to it. Like she knew something he didn't.
He looked contumelious down at Agnes.
'What is it?' he demanded, looking at her eloquently.
'Oh! Nothing, nothing' she said though her tone innocent she had an air of deception in her voice.
'What?' he said acrimoniously, clenching his fists and biting his lower lip.
'Are we getting a little bitty bit upset are we?' Agnes gibed, looking very pleased.
'No' he said through stiff lips.
'Are you sure?'
'Yes'
'Then what did you want to tell him?'
'As if I'd tell you, you'd probably steal my idea!'
'I wouldn't!'
'It is the exact thing you'd do!'
'Well, it depends on how brilliant it was…'
'This is very!'
'Yeah, well, I'd like to accompany you when you go and see him. I have something to ask him anyhow'
'Fine!"
'Thank you!"
'Let's go…where is he?'
'Oh, I think he is in the front room…'
Agnes and Dolpur arrived in the front room, Agnes had a triumphant look on her face and was smirking at Dolpur and Dolpur also had a victorious look on his face but he looked very protective.
'What is it?' Voldemort said without turning around.
'Dolpur has a theory on how to get Dumbledore out of Hogwarts for you' Agnes smirked, her arms crossed.
'Well, what is it?' Voldemort snapped. Dolpur suddenly felt nervous and gulped fervently.
'I-I have a plan' quavered Dolpur nervously. He felt like he was talking in front of the whole school of Durmstrang, he looked up from his feet expecting to see an ocean of faces but all he saw was Voldemort, his associate and Agnes who was smirking so hard she was on the verge of laughter. His nerves immediately accustomed but he still felt as though everything was in slow motion. He tugged on his sleeves and mumbled out his plan. Voldemort laughed; cackled in his face. Dolpur could feel his temper rising like the sun. He clenched his fists and then counted to ten, slowly, but it did nothing to relieve the ire he felt.
When Voldemort had finished laughing at him, he asked him why he was laughing. The atmosphere in the room had gone cold, icy. The clouds even agreed; they blocked the sun from them.
'We have a plan' he snapped impatience evident lividly in his voice.
'But, surely mine is better?' Dolpur gasped, tears of rejection threatening to spill out of his eyes.
'Are you insulting me?' drawled a voice coolly from a chair that he hadn't noticed. The chair spun around and Dolpur was ready to faint.
'No! No!' he managed to gasp, all air being sucked out of his body. He was gaping like a goldfish.
'Dolpur, where are your manners today!' Voldemort teased. 'Bow to him and stop gawking like a goldfish'
Dolpur bowed then scanned the visitor like a hawk spotting prey.
'Master Wang, forgive me!' he breathed, desperately trying to inhale. He withdrew from his bow.
'You are forgiven' said Master Wang, clasping his hands and bowing his head over them.
'Master Wang has kindly joined us, he will only be here for a short time' Voldemort said curtly, giving Dolpur one of his nastiest looks.
'Yes, as these details are private, I must insist that you leave here' Master Wang said, giving him a sharp look that told him if he dared to disagree there would be severe problems.
'A-a!' Dolpur began to protest but he was hit with a curse, seemingly from no where. Agnes didn't have her wand, either did Voldemort, his was sitting next to Wang. He looked around in agony, trying to make sense of the scenes around him. Agnes looked relished, Voldemort wasn't looking and Wang had an extremely satisfied look on his face.
'Like my form of magic?' he asked silkily as he held out a hand and did a funny little twirl. The intense pain at the back of Dolpur's eyes vanished.
'How-how did you d-do that?' he gasped, rubbing gingerly under his thin glasses.
'You ask of my secrets fool?' Wang asked, snapping his head around and eyeing him suspiciously through narrowed eyes. Dolpur looked at him hard, taking in his appearance properly for the first time. He was wearing orange and yellow robes embellished with an oriental pattern in gold. His head had only a strip of clean straight black hair, which was centered, loosely clasped in a gold and jade clip, the rest left loose and long to flow down him back. Dolpur did notice a fine black streak of hair, tightly forced into a very tight plait, fastened about a foot from the end. His hair was about five feet long, almost as long as he was. His eyes were red, presumably from all the killing he had performed. He had very fine eyes, slits of almond, suspicious and wary, looking for peril at every corner. He looked menacing, merciless and tart. His face was intelligent and quick, not one would want to double cross, or cross at all. He was clean-shaven and had pale, sickly skin that seemed to radiate evilness. When he looked into Wang's eyes he felt a cold, icy shudder run through him to his toenails.
'No!' Dolpur said, gulping. 'I was simply asking how you manage to perform magic wandlessly!'
'I am one in ten billion, so rare it is believed to be a myth. A flaw in magic.' Wang said.
'What-what are you?' Dolpur asked, forgetting his manners, gawking at the master, his glasses raised to his brow.
'I am-' a crash came, through the door. There was laying Xenia Snape with a furious Augustus Rookwood over her. Rookwood looked as though he had not come voluntarily.
'I see our Xenia has met her match' Voldemort drawled, brooding on his face.
'I was about to inform you that Augustus had finally graced us with his presence' Xenia said, her lip curling in a contemptuous glare promptly forwarded to Rookwood, 'But he pulled a struggle, I was forced to place him under my control, he was resisting.' She again glared at Augustus who whimpered in mock fright.
'What may you require from me?' asked Augustus very stiffly, his eyes traveled across the room until they met Master Wang. Augustus let his jaw drop several feet. He stared for what felt like five minutes until Wang snapped at him.
'What are you shtaringk at?' he demanded, his accent causing a slight lisp while he talked quickly.
Augustus bowed very deeply, his thick reading glasses sliding down his nose, and then kneeled and kissed the hem of Wang's robes, making them soggy.
'Stop it! Stop it!' Wang shrieked, batting Augustus heavily away from his damp robes. When Augustus did not move he used magic. Augustus was blasted on the other side of the room, splayed out like a bird drying its wings. He gasped for air, seemingly winded.
'What do you want?' Dolpur snapped disapprovingly honing over Rookwood.
'I want him' Voldemort said very coldly. Dolpur looked utterly embarrassed; even Wang looked over at him.
'Sorry Master!' he gasped.
'Leave us in peace you meddling fool!' Voldemort bellowed to Dolpur. Agnes, Xenia, Rookwood and Wang all stood still.
'Yes' quavered Dolpur, not even bothering to say master.
'Now, we can discuss the plan…' Voldemort said, obviously calmer.
Thanks to all those that e mailed me for more! I have had *so* much homework over
the last month, I'm telling you: three musical period projects (all over one thousand words each)
: two chapters of maths: four chapters of the english novel: two history essays
each two thousand words: forensics project, solving a mystery which in my case is a murder
: six recipies for home ecomonics: four poems: three short tories (all bad): seventeen
songs to learn for band: nine for orchestra: six for chior: twelve for youth band.
So I have been very, very busy lately, sorry! This was all last weeks homework.
Multiply that by four and it equals no spare time. Plus all the rowing and running
and swimming I have to do equals no spare time plus no sleeping, eating or resting.
Thanks again, please, pleeeeease review!
****
'The best shot we have, is to kill Dumbledore or at least get him out of the castle' Voldemort told his team; Xenia Snape, Frangipani Malfoy, Donna Hilton,
Dolpur, Julian Jargon, Gretchen Fowler, Agnes Tyranter, Vincent Goyle, Peter Pettigrew, Joaquin Jinx, Dalid Dittlesmorn, Dahlia Ovens and Greig Matheson. They all murmured in agreement.
'How are we going to do that?' asked Dahlia Ovens in her reporter style voice.
'Well, I could challenge him to a duel, we could kidnap him while he is in his sleep…' Voldemort continued on various plots and ploys to get Dumbledore out of the castle and the others helped him. Peter, however, remained silent. He thought how good Dumbledore had been to them all and he didn't want to betray him. He also didn't want to betray his master. Peter went home from the meeting, telling his 'friends' that he had been in the hospital ward because he felt sick.
Fidelity unplaced, Peter went down to dinner and then straight up to bed. He sighed as he lay on his bed, flat on his back, staring straight up at the canopy of his bed. He had his arms splayed out, taking up as much space as possible and breathing in and out deeply and loudly. He tried to make it regular as he heard Sirius and James enter the dormitory. He quickly got under the quilt and then coiled up as if he was slumbering. He heard someone shift the curtain very slightly and Sirius's voice told James he was asleep, so naturally they would make as much noise as possible. 'They had always done that' thought a spiteful Peter bitterly. 'Never had done with Remus, but me they always make noise!' he sulked privately. He gingerly rubbed his shrouded collarbone, he had to press hard on his skin, and then almost wanted to burst into bitter tears.
It was true that he did want to betray them; but they didn't know that. They had no reason to be hostile to him, he had not divulged his secret to anybody, no one at all. Not even his parents. Peter slowly and unwillingly fell into a sleep nightmare ample.
*
Lily groaned, she didn't want to wake up. The warm, fervid security was like too irresistible to refuse. Dolorous and morose, Lily pressured herself to get out. Slowly and timidly she got out. Almost summer! The air was tepid and welcoming, she felt strangely comfortable and it felt as though she was easing through the air. She looked out of the window, the snow long melted, recalling one of the best Christmases she had in her life. Without Petunia looking down at her snootily. She sighed, soon she would be back at her house for two whole months. Lily felt slightly apprehensive about that, but she was longing to see her parents again. Of course, she would annoy Petunia by having one of her witch friends stay over, visit James, Sirius and Remus and Jenny, Siobhan and Cheyenne. She would travel by Floo Powder or train. Lily collected her things and headed towards the bathroom.
*
'I am so going to fail Charms!' James groaned into his porridge.
'Good!' Lily said cheerfully, plonking herself onto the seat next to him. Sirius beamed.
James looked at her from under his glasses, his head tilted considerably so his chin was touching his chest. Lily spotted this and gave herself a quick mental shake. Sirius looked at both of them, seeing fireworks and daggers and a lot of blood.
'You should have seen Snapey boy last night Lily!' said Sirius, throwing a dirty look at Snape as he walked past. 'Hair is more greasy than yesterday!' he muttered to Lily and James. Snape heard, most deplorably, and prodded Sirius in the back of the neck with his wand. Sirius automatically turned into a goat. Sirius bleated as Professor McGonagall shrieked at Snape:
'How DARE you Serevus! Using Transfiguration on other students! I think a hundred points from Slytherin and a month of detentions for you!' she shrilled.
'But-' said Snape, opening his mouth to defend himself.
McGonagall was busy trying to change back Sirius. It was a difficult task for her, as he had not Transfigured Sirius properly. In about two minutes he was back to normal, wearing a ferocious scowl on his face. James was grimacing, trying to keep Lily from laughing in his face.
'Now Black, what made him turn you into a goat?' she demanded, holding his shoulder very firmly and surveying him, to see if anything was still goat. There was a slight 'pop' as Sirius grew a white goatee. Lucius Malfoy howled, once more, with laughter and he was clutching his side.
'Enough!' barked McGonagall, sending him a fearsome look as though he would regret laughing.
'What did you do Black?' she barked, assigning him a special reproving look.
'I said he needed to wash his hair! It's getting far too greasy!' Sirius protested.
'Yes, well I tend to agree…' McGonagall said, fading off but then regrouping herself. 'Five points from Gryffindor!' she said, not showing the slightest intention of actually taking them off, but as Snape was there, she had no choice.
Snape stalked off, looking sour, with Lucius and Vincent in mimicking.
James looked as though rage had overwhelmed him as he looked at the retreating backs of the three. Lily was scowling at them and Sirius was looking desperately down, straining his eyeballs no doubt, trying to look at the goatee. Professor McGonagall irritably waved her wand and it disappeared with a crack. She stormed off to the high table. Professor Gorge asked her what happened, and she told the tale, every now and then shooting furious looks at the three of them. The Professor simply shook his and chuckled lightly. Professor McGonagall looked slightly exasperated.
'So, it is a weekend, what are we going to do?' asked Sirius who, much to Lily's aggravation, had his mouth full of food.
'I don't know!' said James, his eyebrows raised as he lifted a forkful of sausage to his mouth.
'Well we should be studying for our exams!' said Lily, who hadn't the slightest of intentions to do so.
Sirius snorted. 'I' he started but stopped as he caught James's look. Lily thought he had gotten into trouble. 'Much mistaken! WE, don't need to dedicate our leisure time to such a tedious, monotonous, laborious and fatiguing such as thing as study!' Sirius declared melodramatically.
'Uh!' Lily snorted, then remembered something. 'Didn't you, James, say that you were going to fail your charms exam?' she toyed. She had a sly tone James didn't like, though he had used it aplenty times himself.
'Yes, but I didn't mean I was going to fail it. I was exaggerating. I'm only going to get a bad mark!'
'Right!' said Lily sarcastically, disbelievingly.
'Don't look too disappointed!' James replied to the expression on her face. Sirius snorted and Lily blushed.
'Oh. Yeah, sorry!' she said, looking plainly embarrassed.
'Well, we must be off!' chortled Sirius, he pulled James's robes collar just as he was lifting a goblet of juice to his mouth. It sloshed down the front of his robes. James looked down at it disdainfully, but simply wiped it away.
'Bye!' James waved to Lily as Sirius dragged him out of the Great Hall. Sirius waved over James's head when they reached the egress. Lily smiled into her bacon and tomato bagel she had freshly prepared herself. A strange effluvium wafted in her direction, but left as a group of Hufflepuff second years walked by, gawking at her. Lily felt conspicuous nevertheless continued to devour her bagel.
*
'I!' exclaimed Dolpur to Agnes, 'Have figured out a way to get Dumbledore out of the castle!' he continued to crow in front of Agnes who looked calm and serene, not at all invidious as he had expected. He felt slightly let down.
'What?' she asked vulgarly as he gaped at her.
'You-you aren't jealous?' he managed to blunder.
'Of course not!' she said smugly.
'Would you go so far as to tell me why?' he demanded, open-mouthed.
'No!' Agnes said, quite cheerfully, but had a cutting tone to it. Like she knew something he didn't.
He looked contumelious down at Agnes.
'What is it?' he demanded, looking at her eloquently.
'Oh! Nothing, nothing' she said though her tone innocent she had an air of deception in her voice.
'What?' he said acrimoniously, clenching his fists and biting his lower lip.
'Are we getting a little bitty bit upset are we?' Agnes gibed, looking very pleased.
'No' he said through stiff lips.
'Are you sure?'
'Yes'
'Then what did you want to tell him?'
'As if I'd tell you, you'd probably steal my idea!'
'I wouldn't!'
'It is the exact thing you'd do!'
'Well, it depends on how brilliant it was…'
'This is very!'
'Yeah, well, I'd like to accompany you when you go and see him. I have something to ask him anyhow'
'Fine!"
'Thank you!"
'Let's go…where is he?'
'Oh, I think he is in the front room…'
Agnes and Dolpur arrived in the front room, Agnes had a triumphant look on her face and was smirking at Dolpur and Dolpur also had a victorious look on his face but he looked very protective.
'What is it?' Voldemort said without turning around.
'Dolpur has a theory on how to get Dumbledore out of Hogwarts for you' Agnes smirked, her arms crossed.
'Well, what is it?' Voldemort snapped. Dolpur suddenly felt nervous and gulped fervently.
'I-I have a plan' quavered Dolpur nervously. He felt like he was talking in front of the whole school of Durmstrang, he looked up from his feet expecting to see an ocean of faces but all he saw was Voldemort, his associate and Agnes who was smirking so hard she was on the verge of laughter. His nerves immediately accustomed but he still felt as though everything was in slow motion. He tugged on his sleeves and mumbled out his plan. Voldemort laughed; cackled in his face. Dolpur could feel his temper rising like the sun. He clenched his fists and then counted to ten, slowly, but it did nothing to relieve the ire he felt.
When Voldemort had finished laughing at him, he asked him why he was laughing. The atmosphere in the room had gone cold, icy. The clouds even agreed; they blocked the sun from them.
'We have a plan' he snapped impatience evident lividly in his voice.
'But, surely mine is better?' Dolpur gasped, tears of rejection threatening to spill out of his eyes.
'Are you insulting me?' drawled a voice coolly from a chair that he hadn't noticed. The chair spun around and Dolpur was ready to faint.
'No! No!' he managed to gasp, all air being sucked out of his body. He was gaping like a goldfish.
'Dolpur, where are your manners today!' Voldemort teased. 'Bow to him and stop gawking like a goldfish'
Dolpur bowed then scanned the visitor like a hawk spotting prey.
'Master Wang, forgive me!' he breathed, desperately trying to inhale. He withdrew from his bow.
'You are forgiven' said Master Wang, clasping his hands and bowing his head over them.
'Master Wang has kindly joined us, he will only be here for a short time' Voldemort said curtly, giving Dolpur one of his nastiest looks.
'Yes, as these details are private, I must insist that you leave here' Master Wang said, giving him a sharp look that told him if he dared to disagree there would be severe problems.
'A-a!' Dolpur began to protest but he was hit with a curse, seemingly from no where. Agnes didn't have her wand, either did Voldemort, his was sitting next to Wang. He looked around in agony, trying to make sense of the scenes around him. Agnes looked relished, Voldemort wasn't looking and Wang had an extremely satisfied look on his face.
'Like my form of magic?' he asked silkily as he held out a hand and did a funny little twirl. The intense pain at the back of Dolpur's eyes vanished.
'How-how did you d-do that?' he gasped, rubbing gingerly under his thin glasses.
'You ask of my secrets fool?' Wang asked, snapping his head around and eyeing him suspiciously through narrowed eyes. Dolpur looked at him hard, taking in his appearance properly for the first time. He was wearing orange and yellow robes embellished with an oriental pattern in gold. His head had only a strip of clean straight black hair, which was centered, loosely clasped in a gold and jade clip, the rest left loose and long to flow down him back. Dolpur did notice a fine black streak of hair, tightly forced into a very tight plait, fastened about a foot from the end. His hair was about five feet long, almost as long as he was. His eyes were red, presumably from all the killing he had performed. He had very fine eyes, slits of almond, suspicious and wary, looking for peril at every corner. He looked menacing, merciless and tart. His face was intelligent and quick, not one would want to double cross, or cross at all. He was clean-shaven and had pale, sickly skin that seemed to radiate evilness. When he looked into Wang's eyes he felt a cold, icy shudder run through him to his toenails.
'No!' Dolpur said, gulping. 'I was simply asking how you manage to perform magic wandlessly!'
'I am one in ten billion, so rare it is believed to be a myth. A flaw in magic.' Wang said.
'What-what are you?' Dolpur asked, forgetting his manners, gawking at the master, his glasses raised to his brow.
'I am-' a crash came, through the door. There was laying Xenia Snape with a furious Augustus Rookwood over her. Rookwood looked as though he had not come voluntarily.
'I see our Xenia has met her match' Voldemort drawled, brooding on his face.
'I was about to inform you that Augustus had finally graced us with his presence' Xenia said, her lip curling in a contemptuous glare promptly forwarded to Rookwood, 'But he pulled a struggle, I was forced to place him under my control, he was resisting.' She again glared at Augustus who whimpered in mock fright.
'What may you require from me?' asked Augustus very stiffly, his eyes traveled across the room until they met Master Wang. Augustus let his jaw drop several feet. He stared for what felt like five minutes until Wang snapped at him.
'What are you shtaringk at?' he demanded, his accent causing a slight lisp while he talked quickly.
Augustus bowed very deeply, his thick reading glasses sliding down his nose, and then kneeled and kissed the hem of Wang's robes, making them soggy.
'Stop it! Stop it!' Wang shrieked, batting Augustus heavily away from his damp robes. When Augustus did not move he used magic. Augustus was blasted on the other side of the room, splayed out like a bird drying its wings. He gasped for air, seemingly winded.
'What do you want?' Dolpur snapped disapprovingly honing over Rookwood.
'I want him' Voldemort said very coldly. Dolpur looked utterly embarrassed; even Wang looked over at him.
'Sorry Master!' he gasped.
'Leave us in peace you meddling fool!' Voldemort bellowed to Dolpur. Agnes, Xenia, Rookwood and Wang all stood still.
'Yes' quavered Dolpur, not even bothering to say master.
'Now, we can discuss the plan…' Voldemort said, obviously calmer.