Chapter 2
June 4th, 9pm
This has been an awful day! I mean really terrible. I found that idiot Brittlebinns but he knew nothing. Nagini recovered quickly with a bit of magic and she should be fit to talk pretty soon, until then I'll have to be extra careful.
I moved to a new temporary residence so Nagini's attacker won't find me again. Honestly, Quentin is hopeless at finding places for me - I'm currently staying in a dismal apartment above something called 'Tesco Express', which I thought was a train but turns out it is a shop where muggles buy cow's milk and cigarettes.
Yeah, but what a terrible day it's been. I nearly cried when I looked in the mirror this morning (if anyone one read this I would die). It was horrific! I found this thing on my nose, like a small, red mountain with snow on top. And the worst part…two bristly hairs poking out! Why does this have to happen to me? Everyone else has perfect skin; look at Malfoy's complexion, it's to die for! Not that I can die, being the unbeatable and totally great Dark Lord and stuff.
I can't even use magic to get rid of it because my face is so new and delicate. But I have a plan. I summoned Quentin and his brother Cecil to my "abode" putting on my stern 'Voldemort the fearsome' face on. "I need you to do something for me," I said, covering my nose discreetly with my long fingers. They mumbled something like, "Anything Dark Lord," and I told them to find the nearest witch and bring her to me. I noticed them exchanging glances but I kept my cool. They went hastily and now I am just waiting for them to come back.
10.30pm
It wasn't long before they returned with a lump of black robes, which they dropped onto a chair without any care. "H-hear sir." They stood there panting but did not leave for the door immediately, no doubt due to the nosy nature that runs in their family.
"Get out," I hissed, not wanting them to witness my conversation with the girl.
"Arrivio!" I said, giving my wand a flick. The little pug-nosed creature stirred and then began to screech an unbearable note when she saw me. Looking back it was probably the fact that she was in a dark room with the terrifying Lord Voldemort that made her scream, however in my vulnerable state I assumed she was screaming at my 'facial deformity'.
"Silence," was all I had to say for her to stop. Her fear of me was total, I could smell it. I looked at her face that was clear yet slightly orange. "Do you use make-up?" I asked her awkwardly. She nodded. "And do you ever get spots? And do you use make-up to cover them?" She nodded but looked completely confused. I would have laughed if I hadn't have felt like a complete idiot. "Well?"
"I-I, er use the um concealer and th-that covers it up quite well."
"Any particular type?"
"Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's maybelline…m-m…" I remember thinking, Oh God, she's gone hysterical. So I placed a spell on her that acted a bit like a drug and she relaxed…maybe too much. I hadn't stopped to think that this spell might be too strong for something as small as her. "What's your name?" I asked her.
"Pansy, sir, like the flower. Hey, are you a professor? I like your eye. Ha! I said eye!"
The Avada Kadavra spell was looking tempting. "How can I cover up this?"
"You need to use lots of make-up. Loooots of concealer. And then it will go on your face and make it all one colour. You should go to B-Booty-bom-boots and get some, like Maybelline."
I could speak to snakes but not teenage girls.
Cecil and Quentin pursuaded me not to kill her. It turns out she was the daughter of Parkinson, a death eater, so I just wiped her memory and told the Brothers Grim (as I call them) to take her back - stopping off at 'Booty' on the way to get some concealor.