Dumbledore paced back in forth. As the new Dark Lord he decided he needed to do something particularly evil. Bellatrix Lestrange stood by awaiting his orders. She had already offered several suggestions of her own.
"You know Bella," Dumbledore said.
"Yes my Lord?" Bella replied.
"I liked the third suggestion you made."
"Blow up some large muggle landmark?"
"Yes, that one."
"What muggle landmark would you like us to blow up my Lord?"
"How about the twin towers?"
"Sorry, someone beat us too them."
"Well then, what about Parliament."
"It would make you seem too much like V."
"Who's V?"
"I dunno my lord, but he's supposed to be one of the good guys, Crabbe told me."
"Oh, well then, um, how about a lighthouse?"
"Too small."
"Russia?"
"Way too big."
"Japan."
"A bit smaller."
"Rhode Island?"
"Getting closer."
"The pyramids?"
"Right away sir."