CHAPTER FOUR: Voldie-pooh, we love you!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, keep it
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DISCLAIMER: I'm too cool for stealing characters &
passing them off as my own.
Voldemort's popularity via Myspace had grown incredibly the more he became an active user. His popularity amongst his death eaters, however, was faltering. The whole entire process in itself was beyond frustrating. Nothing seemed to be going as planned – the Muggles loved him and soon he found he was swarmed with friends requests and receiving comments that said: can't wait til the 7th book!
"What seventh book? This is rubbish!" he said to Wormtail, throwing a quill down in frustration. Several female 'fans' even had the nerve to leave little hearts on his pictures saying we love you, voldie! and then proceeding to say that him and his death eater friends looked hot in their capes.
"Master," said Wormtail, hesitantly "I think that they think that this isn't the real Voldemort, I think…I think they think you don't exist really."
"Wormtail, do us all a favor and stop thinking."
Thanks for the add.Voldemort typed, and then clicked submit. "I'll catch them all unaware one, day. You wait and see."
"You really need to get out more. Really." Narcissa spoke from her spot on the couch, "I have an idea here. Let's get a bunch of Death Eaters together and terrorize some impure wizard bloodlines, just as we used to."
"For old times, sake!" said Mr. Zabini "I'm in."
Several other Death Eaters piped in, excited for the first time in a long time. "Are you coming, Voldemort?" inquired one of the Death Eaters hidden behind Lucius.
"You can't plan an outing without my consent!" he screeched.
"With all due respect" said McNair "You've been on that…thing, 24/7. You don't even give us a turn and we're all getting restless and bloodthirsty. You're more then welcome to come, Master."
"Ohh, fine. I'll come. I'm getting a myspace error message anyway."
"Huh?" said a few.
"Nothing, just temporary maintence. Get me my robes, let's go."