Chapter 4

What We Will Learn in This Chapter:

Offer him ice cream cake.

It was just too early for it. How could five teenagers make so much noise at 5 AM? It was one of Voldemort's great mysteries as he stepped out of his bed chamber, unwillingly stumbling towards the quarters where Joey, Matt, Lori, Jess and Kris were.

"I swear, these kids are going to get to me before I get to Potter," he mumbled to himself, shuffling in his slippers, wand at hand.

He opened the double doors; the sight of five teens huddling over a box confused him. White foam was at their mouths. Maybe they'd gotten rabies, Voldemort thought to myself silently, that would be a good enough reason the kill them.

"What...the hell...is going on?" Voldemort stammered to say through each of yawns.

"It's my birthday today," Kris declared enthusiastically.

"And how do you explain the rabies?"

Everyone looked ay each other and the white icing that traced around their mouths.
"Oh, you mean the icing?" Jess questioned, showing him the icing she whipped onto the napkin from her mouth.

"What a shame, and for a second there I though I would have a reason to kill you," Voldemort muttered. Speaking louder, he corrected himself, "Oh, wait, yes I do. You woke me up at 5 AM and that's a good enough reason for me."
"Well, at least eat some ice cream cake before you kill Joey again," Matt insisted, cutting him a slice.
"Wait, what makes you so sure he's going to kill me?" Joey inquired.

"Because even when he aims for one of us, you still die," Matt answered him. "We love you that much to let you die for us."
"Oh, why thank you, Matt," Joey grunted.

Voldemort continued to stare at the ice cream cake, wondering how it got the title of 'cake' when it was only made of ice cream. And how could this make people so happy? He supposed that imagining each cookie crumble as person and eating them alive was the answer. In one bite, he imagined Potter and Dumbledore squished in the ice cream cake on his plastic fork, being swallowed whole as the cake slid coolly down his throat. A small gleam ran across his face.

"I think he likes it," Lori giggled.

Lori spoke too soon. Voldemort grabbed his stomach uncomfortably, abandoning his plate and running out of the room.

"Ha! You see, Matt, now he's not going to have the chance to kill me this chapter! He's going to be on the can all day," Joey boasted.

"You knew you were going to live because you planned it before hand," Matt reminded him. "I saw you adding the poison to his cake."

Joey didn't care. He would just die another day, but today was his day of triumph as he took a bite of ice cream cake.

"Yeah, I know, I'm the man," Joey continued the boast.
"No, you're the boy," Jess corrected him, "the boy who was so stupid that he cut two slices, adding a laxative in one and poison in the other, and not cutting a third slice for himself, so now he ate one of them!"
"What?" Joey asked, scratching his scalp.

"That means, you're eating the one with the poison in it because Voldy took the one with the laxative," Jess informed him again.

"So you will die in five...four...three...two...one...," Kris began to count down before Joey hit the ground in a large slam.
SILENCE ...............................................
"Okay, well, I buried his body last time," Kris stated.

"And I did it the time before that," Lori interjected.

"Then it's Matt's turn," Jess decided, the rest agreeing in a unanimous but uneven decision.

Matt stared blankly, mouth agape.

"Wait why do I have to?" Matt complained.
The girls stared at him with glaring eyes and Matt knew better then to mess with three emotionally unstable women, especially during that time of the month..........