PERSONALITY 2: THE GENTEEL OLD ENGLISH LADY COMPLEX
Chapter 7: An Afternoon of Sipping Tea
Lord Voldemort had just finished putting the finishing touches on his tea platter when he heard a crack! and turned around to see the peering face of an unfamiliar wizard who had just apparated.
"Ah, Saruman, I may suppose?" The wizard nodded. "Ah, how absolutely lovely to meet you! I have heard sooo much about you! You can call me Voldie!" Voldemort scurried over to Saruman, taking off his lacy pink, Dark Mark branded kitchen apron, and pulling the other man into a tight embrace. He noticed that Saruman was wearing a hot pink tracksuit with the word "Juicy" printed on the backside of his pants.
"Thank you, Voldie, for inviting me over to attend your Death Eater sleepover tonight. I haven't had many invites since I was overthrown from power not too long ago." A tear rolled down his cheek. "Anyway, when does the partay start?"
"Ah, not for a few hours yet. But I was hoping we could have some tea and become better acquainted before my beloved Death Eaters arrive?"
"Oh yes, tea sounds lovely indeed! I do suppose we will be having crumpets as well?"
"Oh of course m'dear, crumpets are a given! Now sit, sit!" Voldemort ushered him over to a dainty little chair. "Now, I hear you have extraordinary Seer abilities?" Saruman blushed.
"Ah, well, I do have a certain inclination. Gazing into a crystal ball…ah, I could just get lost in its swirly depths." A dreamy look came over Saruman's face.
"My dear, I was wondering if you could See something for me?" Voldemort inquired.
"Anything for a fellow dark wizard," Saruman replied, patting Voldemort's knee.
"Well, there is this young lad, Harry Potter. Surely you have heard of him? Well, I sent him a dream last night, and I was wondering what his reaction was to it?"
"Aah, of course, of course…" Saruman pulled out his crystal ball, placed his hand on it, and went into a deep reverie. Suddenly, two loud cracks! pierced the silence in Voldemort's parlor. The two dark wizards turned around to see who their interrupters were.
"Oh, it's you Wormtail," Voldemort said coldly. His idiotic yet faithful servant arrived, along with his long-lost twin.
"Master! Master, I would like you to meet my super-handsome twin brother, Grima Wormtongue," Wormtail said happily.
"Hello, now good-bye!" Voldemort was quick to usher them out of the room. Saruman resumed his meditation over the crystal ball, while Voldemort put the finishing touches on the decorations for his Death Eater soirée that evening.