Disclaimer- Not mine, never will be.
Notes – 11 o'clock-should be asleep-post school craziness. Think Harry Potter. Think Pinky and the Brain. Run, fast.
Taking Over the World
In a large, dark, low-lit room, deep within Riddle House, lone torch brackets flickered in the cold, damp air, heavy with tension.
A small group of cowled figures, their heads bowed in a mixture of reverence and fear, stood at the back. One lone man, cloaked all in black knelt in a small patch of torchlight, his head covered in a large hood. The intense cold hung in the air like smoke, dampened by the walls. Nobody moved; nobody spoke.
"With respect, my Lord, what is our plan? What are we going to do this year, Master?" The lone figure asked in a refined and drawling voice, his tone verging on respect. Out of the darkness before him, a sibilant voice hissed a reply.
"The same thing we do every year, Malfoy." Voldemort leaned forward and spoke as if talking to a small child, his scarlet eyes glinting in the light.
"Try to take over the world!"
Hehehe. Well, I find it funny.