(A/N: Happy New Year!)
Meanwhile, Karakoff and Lily were riding back in the car, which was currently enveloped in a speedy cumulous cloud.
"So, why do you all fear Tom?" Lily asked.
"Don't you?" Karakoff exclaimed.
"Well, then why do you follow him?"
Karakoff sighed, "Part of it is that it's better to be the right hand of the devil, then in his path. But, Lord Voldemort is also rather charismatic. He created a place for me in the world, a place of importance. And in return, I do his bidding."
"Doesn't he have friends?" Lily asked.
Karakoff smiled, "Friends? I don't think he sees anyone worthy of that position. Just servants, henchmen, and the like."
"Superiority complex, huh?" Lily asked, slyly.
"Now you're the one who sounds like a psychiatrist," Karakoff observed.
"Yeah, you really did suck at convincing me that I was crazy," Lily chided.
"That wasn't the mission. I used all my best stuff on your parents. And, hey, it worked on them, so I don't think you can really demean my performance," Karakoff defended.
"No offense, but my parents aren't really that hard persuaded. I think Petunia once convinced them that the reason she was out two hours past curfew was because of a flat tire."
"And?" Karakoff said leadingly, missing why that was so absurd.
"She was fifteen," Lily replied.
"And?" Karakoff continued.
Lily sighed, "She can't drive."
"Oh," Karakoff nodded. "Then maybe her boyfriend…?"
"Her boyfriend lives next door and is three months younger," Lily explained.
"So then how did they think…?"
"Exactly," Lily said.