The Dark Lord had called for Wormtail. Servitude was insufferable and if not for the constant threat of torture/death Wormtail would have… Well, he couldn't have done anything that didn't result in imprisonment, death or the Dementor's Kiss. Wormtail shuddered as he opened the door to the Dark Lord's chamber. Inside was horrific. The Dark Lord was wearing a curly blonde wig, a pink princess dress, pink wings and a shiny, plastic silver crown.
"Do I make a good fairy princess?" The Dark Lord asked seriously. To Wormtail, that Kiss was looking pretty attractive now