Disclamer: Nope, still don't own anything except Kimi. ALTHOUGH.now I have
my OWN scars.mwahahahahaha! No more scar envy for me! Y'ERD!
Voldemort emerged from his bathroom with a very red, peeling, face. No matter how hard he tried, he could not remove the magic marker glasses. They were like tattoos. "Memo to me," he thought. "Maim those girls after lunch."
"Had a little trouble, sir" smirked Kimi as Voldemort walked back into the kitchen.
"Shut up, or I'll hex you," he threatened.
"Yeah, sure," Kimi said, handing the comics to Sabrina, and starting on the rest of the paper. "Like THAT will be effective."
"What?" Voldemort exclaimed. "You doubt my power?"
"No," she said, skimming. "Its just that everytime you try to do something, it always backfires."
"I'll teach you to doubt me!" he cried, whipping out his wand. He began to chant a very powerful spell, that if performed would have destroyed Kimi and everything in a 5 mile radius of her. All the while, Kimi did not look up from her paper.
Just as he was about to send the attack towards her, Becky exclaimed, "AWWWWWWWWWW, lookit! Voldie's got a twiggle!" and began to pinch his cheeks rather hardly.
"ARRRRRRG!" He cried. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!??"
"Well, you looked so darn cute, trying to show off your powers to Kimi," Becky said.
"Ooh," Sabrina teased. "I think he's got a crush on you, Kimi."
"Who can blame him?" Kimi replied, being very much a narcissist.
"You girls make me sick," Voldemort said, slumping back down in his chair, with a headache, when suddenly, he felt a pinch.
He looked up and around, but the girls were occupied with other things. He resumed brooding, when he felt another pinch, and another one. The third one was so hard that he actually squealed.
"STOP IT!" he demanded. He turned to see Becky, crouched behind his chair pinching him and giggling.
"Alright," she said reluctantly.
"Why do you do such stupid things?" he asked.
"She's bored," Sabrina said. "We're all bored. We haven't had a plotting session in months."
"Ever since Kimi's fiasco with the tomatoe sauce in the LAST plan, I've decided you can't help me plot anymore," he replied.
"Oh come on!" Kimi cried in her defense. "Anyone could have done that!"
Voldemort only rolled his eyes.
"I promise we'll be good if you let us help you plot," Sabrina said, for all of them.
"Yeah," Becky replied. "We won't do anything bad!"
"And I guess," Kimi said with a sigh, "I won't get anymore condiments involved."
Voldemort thought this over. They did have some rather creative ideas that worked for the most part when they were in Hogwarts, and they DID promise to be good. One side of him thought he was a moron, for considering their help, but the other side (which was a little bit braver) won.
"Alright," he said. "But do anything to get on my nerves and you can NEVER plot with me again!"
"YES SIR!" they cried in unison, and they all followed Voldemort, skipping to his plotting room.
AN: yes, I know, this chapter sucked, but the next one should be funny, as it is the plotting session.hehehe
Voldemort emerged from his bathroom with a very red, peeling, face. No matter how hard he tried, he could not remove the magic marker glasses. They were like tattoos. "Memo to me," he thought. "Maim those girls after lunch."
"Had a little trouble, sir" smirked Kimi as Voldemort walked back into the kitchen.
"Shut up, or I'll hex you," he threatened.
"Yeah, sure," Kimi said, handing the comics to Sabrina, and starting on the rest of the paper. "Like THAT will be effective."
"What?" Voldemort exclaimed. "You doubt my power?"
"No," she said, skimming. "Its just that everytime you try to do something, it always backfires."
"I'll teach you to doubt me!" he cried, whipping out his wand. He began to chant a very powerful spell, that if performed would have destroyed Kimi and everything in a 5 mile radius of her. All the while, Kimi did not look up from her paper.
Just as he was about to send the attack towards her, Becky exclaimed, "AWWWWWWWWWW, lookit! Voldie's got a twiggle!" and began to pinch his cheeks rather hardly.
"ARRRRRRG!" He cried. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!??"
"Well, you looked so darn cute, trying to show off your powers to Kimi," Becky said.
"Ooh," Sabrina teased. "I think he's got a crush on you, Kimi."
"Who can blame him?" Kimi replied, being very much a narcissist.
"You girls make me sick," Voldemort said, slumping back down in his chair, with a headache, when suddenly, he felt a pinch.
He looked up and around, but the girls were occupied with other things. He resumed brooding, when he felt another pinch, and another one. The third one was so hard that he actually squealed.
"STOP IT!" he demanded. He turned to see Becky, crouched behind his chair pinching him and giggling.
"Alright," she said reluctantly.
"Why do you do such stupid things?" he asked.
"She's bored," Sabrina said. "We're all bored. We haven't had a plotting session in months."
"Ever since Kimi's fiasco with the tomatoe sauce in the LAST plan, I've decided you can't help me plot anymore," he replied.
"Oh come on!" Kimi cried in her defense. "Anyone could have done that!"
Voldemort only rolled his eyes.
"I promise we'll be good if you let us help you plot," Sabrina said, for all of them.
"Yeah," Becky replied. "We won't do anything bad!"
"And I guess," Kimi said with a sigh, "I won't get anymore condiments involved."
Voldemort thought this over. They did have some rather creative ideas that worked for the most part when they were in Hogwarts, and they DID promise to be good. One side of him thought he was a moron, for considering their help, but the other side (which was a little bit braver) won.
"Alright," he said. "But do anything to get on my nerves and you can NEVER plot with me again!"
"YES SIR!" they cried in unison, and they all followed Voldemort, skipping to his plotting room.
AN: yes, I know, this chapter sucked, but the next one should be funny, as it is the plotting session.hehehe
