Lord Voldemort

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"PETTIGREW COME HERE NOW !!!"

The trembling excuess of a man stood before his enraged master. "y...y...yes sir?"

"What.Is.THIS!?" he hissed pointing to his beloved snake Nangini. Written across the misrable looking serpents body was the following message in sharpie.

'Mudbloods need social help. Squibbs need magic help. You...you just plain need help.'

Peters face paled. He never thought this game would reach the dark lord. At least not this quickly anyway. After all who would have the right mind to insult him!?

"WHO HERE WAS RESPONSABLE FOR GAURDING HER WHILE I WAS OUT LAST NIGHT!?"

"m.m.Malfoy sir" he lied, praying to what ever god who would accept a rat like him that it was not a retorichal question and that Voldemort really didnt know the anwser to the question.

The dark lord paused. He had thought for sure it had been Pettigrews job last night. the again he had been so over worked of late that such a mistake wasnt inpossible to imagine. After all Peter knew all to well the consequences of lying to him.

"yes...yse of course" he muttered still trying to recall if it was true or not, seemingly calmed down now that the matter was preoccuping his mind. The dark lord after a awkward pause went to give Nangini a much needed bath, and then to find that slacker Malfoy