Cornelius Fudge was sitting on his knees at a small table. He was playing a game of chess with Lord Voldemort. Bellatrix Lestrange sat in a chair on Voldemort's left side observing the game. All of a sudden, the doors burst open and Malfoy came running in. He kneeled down at the Dark Lord's feet.
"My Lord – you sent for me," Malfoy said his eyes downcast at the floor.
"Did I? I don't remember. What a naughty scatterbrain I am," Voldemort said without taking his eyes from the game.
"Well, perhaps, my Lord, if I might be allowed to withdraw, I have one or two tiny matters to attend to," Malfoy said.
"Certainly," Voldemort said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Malfoy stood up and took a bow. He turned around and opened the door when the trio burst out into giggles.
"That was a terrific joke, wasn't it?" Voldemort said.
"Magnificent," Fudge replied.
Malfoy turned around, arching an eyebrow.
"What, my Lord?" he asked.
"I do know why I wanted to see you, and I just pretended I didn't and I fooled you and it worked brilliantly didn't it?" Voldemort said clearly amused.
"It was terrific, my Lordship. Thank Merlin I wore my corset, because I think my sides have split," Malfoy said sarcastically. "So why did you want to see me?"
"To crack the lovely joke," Voldemort replied as he burst out in a high- pitched laughter again.
"Or perhaps, Malfoy, you don't think the Lord's jokes are funny enough for you to be troubled with?" Fudge said, throwing a fierce look at Malfoy.
"Au contraire, I'm ecstatic about the whole incident. I only didn't laugh out loud because I was afraid, if I did, my head would have fallen off," Malfoy hissed.
"If you don't start soon, your head will fall off. Now pay Fudgie his 85 Sickles and run along," Voldemort sneered as he turned back to the game. Fudge held out his hand.
"85 Sickles?" Malfoy asked astonished.
"Yes. We had a bet. I said that you wouldn't fall for my trick and Fudge said you would, because I'm so super and you're so stupid. So you owe him 85 Sickles," Voldemort explained.
"Fine, fine. I mean, it's only gold, isn't it?" Malfoy hissed as he put his hand in his robes.
"My Lord – you sent for me," Malfoy said his eyes downcast at the floor.
"Did I? I don't remember. What a naughty scatterbrain I am," Voldemort said without taking his eyes from the game.
"Well, perhaps, my Lord, if I might be allowed to withdraw, I have one or two tiny matters to attend to," Malfoy said.
"Certainly," Voldemort said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Malfoy stood up and took a bow. He turned around and opened the door when the trio burst out into giggles.
"That was a terrific joke, wasn't it?" Voldemort said.
"Magnificent," Fudge replied.
Malfoy turned around, arching an eyebrow.
"What, my Lord?" he asked.
"I do know why I wanted to see you, and I just pretended I didn't and I fooled you and it worked brilliantly didn't it?" Voldemort said clearly amused.
"It was terrific, my Lordship. Thank Merlin I wore my corset, because I think my sides have split," Malfoy said sarcastically. "So why did you want to see me?"
"To crack the lovely joke," Voldemort replied as he burst out in a high- pitched laughter again.
"Or perhaps, Malfoy, you don't think the Lord's jokes are funny enough for you to be troubled with?" Fudge said, throwing a fierce look at Malfoy.
"Au contraire, I'm ecstatic about the whole incident. I only didn't laugh out loud because I was afraid, if I did, my head would have fallen off," Malfoy hissed.
"If you don't start soon, your head will fall off. Now pay Fudgie his 85 Sickles and run along," Voldemort sneered as he turned back to the game. Fudge held out his hand.
"85 Sickles?" Malfoy asked astonished.
"Yes. We had a bet. I said that you wouldn't fall for my trick and Fudge said you would, because I'm so super and you're so stupid. So you owe him 85 Sickles," Voldemort explained.
"Fine, fine. I mean, it's only gold, isn't it?" Malfoy hissed as he put his hand in his robes.