CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Breaking, Entering, Rocking & Rolling
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I tried Hazelnut coffee for the first time and it was delicious. You should all try some with half&half...unless you're lactose intolerant. Anyway, as promised, the pointlessness rages on...
DISCLAIMER: I don't know if I've previously mentioned this, but I don't own the characters.
Lord Voldemort did not know that several of the Death Eaters were in his (safe) house. He was in Knockturn Alley taking Nagini to the vet. She seemed to be having digestive troubles. The vet was currently the only Wizard outside of his comrades to know of his re-existence. Voldemort would temporarily modify the vet's memory, just incase.
Meanwhile... Goyle Sr., Crabbe Sr., Dolohov and Wormtail were enjoying the luxuries of breaking and entering. Dolohov, the smartest of the four, concocted a brilliant idea to log into myspace.
"Master will know" said Wormtail, fearfully.
"I'll log into my own account then."
"What? You have one?" Goyle replied, shocked and perplexed.
"Of course. I made one about a month ago. I just never get to access it... my internet is always down. I still have dial up."
Crabbe sent him a look of sympathy "That's unfortunate."
Dolohov nodded. Goyle was happily looming over his shoulder, looking at his myspace intently. "What's this myspace music thing about?"
"Don't know, I've never clicked on it. Should I?"
The others nodded, so Dolohov did.
After browsing and clicking a couple links, Goyle Sr. jumped up excitedly.
"Do you remember how amazing I was at Guitar Hero?"
"I was better" Crabbe insisted.
"Were not"
"- were to!"
Dolohov knew this could go on for longer than needed. "ENOUGH. Continue, Goyle."
"Well, I say we start our own band and put them on Myspace. We could redeem ourselves and our name since the catastrophic arse-kicking our reputations received from the war."
"Could we get attractive under-aged female groupies, too?" asked Wormtail.
"...in your case, they might have to be blind." mumbled Crabbe.
"I do like blind chicks..." Wormtail pondered. "Deal. I'll start a band with you. Can I sing?"
"NO!" they all exclaimed in horrified unison.
"I want to play the fiddle then."
"Fine" said Dolohov "I want to do the drums. I have a wicked snare drum in my attic."
"I'm singing!" Goyle insisted "and playing guitar. Crabbe, you can be the backup singer and play the bass."
"I don't have a bass."
"Oh." Goyle was downhearted, but immediately thought of an idea. "Accio Bass!"
A large fish came soaring through the air, landing on the Dark Lord's tile floor with a light thud.
"You dimwit, it's pronounced like base... not bass." Dolohov sighed, already regretting his consent to this terribly misguided band idea.
"ACCIO BASS" (This time pronounced correctly).
A bass guitar zoomed into Crabbe's hands, destroying a few valuables in the process.
"We need a name for our new,,,!" Goyle said, excitement growing with each prospect. He was interrupted, however when they heard a door unlocking and footsteps approaching... "Crap, he's coming back early!"
The four Death Eaters were immediately induced in a panicked stupor. They hurried and magically repaired the broken objects, Dolohov logged off his account, decided to discuss the band later. Then they apparated as fast as they could before the door unlocked.
Voldemort was greeted by a quiet house, just the way he liked it. He took off his cloak and went to his computer... which was a little off center from where he left it. As he sat down, he noted in the corner of his eye, something flopping on the tile floor a little ways off.
"What in the name of Salazar Slytherin is that?"
Voldemort walked towards to mysterious home invader and quickly became furious. "A FISH? WHY IS THERE A FISH ON MY FLOOR? AVADA KEDAVRA!"
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Peace out,
Jaye