CHAPTER SIXTEEN: DEATH EATERS R US
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I had a 9:00 class today. Instead of going in my pajamas, I actually got ready... did my hair... makeup etc. I get to the classroom only to find out class is cancelled today because the professor lost his voice. Damn you, irony. I had nothing better to do and decided to update.
DISCLAIMER: I don't know if these are still necessary. But incase they are... there you go.
There were several cloaked and masked Death Eaters in the parlor of Voldemort's safe house. Lucius strode in, late as usual, holding what appeared to be a large tabby cat.
"Is that necessary?" The Dark Lord asked, motioning to the feline.
"I suppose not."
"Great." Voldemort took out his wand and transfigured the cat into a very comfortable, yet furry, arm chair. "Sit. The meeting is about to start."
Mr. Malfoy seemed irked, but sat. Voldemort continued; "I've decided it's no good being alive again if I cannot intimidate the public. However, I do not trust you lot as well as I did prior to losing the war."
Several nodded, others sighed sadly.
"What are you going to do, Master?" asked McNair.
"Recruit people." Voldemort said, delightfully. "I need to build up my army before I dare reveal my not so dead identity to the Ministry."
Sinister chuckles spread contagiously throughout the room. "Same goes for you lot who died in battle as well. No one must know you are alive until the time has come. In the meantime... fetch me my laptop."
No one moved.
"FETCH ME MY LAPTOP!"
No one moved. Fenrir Greyback spoke; "Isn't that what deterred us from winning?"
Voldemort cast him a death glare "Insolent fool! Mind your mouth."
Greyback shrugged and sauntered his furry ass to the coffee table to pick up the laptop "At your command, Master."
He logged onto myspace and decided the best way to go about gaining followers would be to create a group. The more death eater connections he had via Myspace... the easier it would be. If they proved worthy, he would brand them and accept them into his cult of death eating.
"BRILLIANT, master!" several chimed in when they saw him creating the group.
As Voldemort worked his magic, he created the best group of all: DEATH EATERS R US (Recruitment Group). He hoped it turned out well, for a refreshing batch of followers could only do him good. He wondered how many aspiring Death Eaters were out there.
"That title sucks," said Greyback " and Toys R Us will probably sue you."
"CRUCIO!"
Voldemort laughed as the werewolf howled in pain. "Right on. Well, anyone up for drinking some Polyjuice potion, donning a disguise and getting some pancakes at Denny's?"
The Death Eaters eagerly agreed. Pancakes sounded swell.
Second note – I ended this one pretty abruptly because I had an idea for the next chapter, and was eager to start it. In other news, The Dark Lord will actually make this group on his myspace (because I have nothing else to do until noon). Leave me your brilliant ideas for myspace related adventures. I do use them, even if it takes me awhile to update. But, the next chapter after this one should be up soon!
Lots of love,
Jaye.