INTERLUDE: QUIRRELMORT PTA - PART 2
"Well, Quirrell?" asked Voldemort, his serpentine features slithering around in the wasteland that was the back of Quirrell head.
"It's Sparhawk, my Lord!"
"Well, what about him?"
"W..w...well, he had his first f..f..flying class and..."
What followed was an hour in frustration for Voldemort as Quirrell mangled and stammered his way through Sparhawk's adventures till then and ended with the discussion Sprout had with the Headmaster about appointing Sparhawk as the new seeker for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
Voldemort was ecstatic. Well, as ecstatic as a disembodied face on the back of a man's head can be.
"You know what this means, don't you servant?"
Quirrell nearly nodded, before remembering that this would throw them both out of the other's line of vision.
"He's going to be the youngest seeker in a hundred years!"
"You absolute nincompoop!"
Quirrell quivered.
Voldemort waited, fuming.
"Er..."
"He's going to be flying on a flimsy school provided piece of wood, at high speeds, several metres above the ground!"
A light bulb went off in Quirrell's head.
"You know what this means, don't you servant?" Voldemort prompted a second time.
"This means m..m..murder!" Quirrell declared gleefully.
Voldemort sighed in relief.
"Now what was that about youngest seeker?"
A/N: As always, read and review. Chapter will follow, post haste.
