A/N This chapter is about Millie annoying the crap out of Voldemort. Or as she calls him, "Tommy."
Millie's POV...Still.
It's been about a week since the, erm, encounter in Hogsmeade. I really couldn't tell, the only thing in my cage besides myself was a poster with a kitten in a tree that read, "Hang in there!"
I decided to have some fun, and maybe conjur up a plan to escape this place.
"Accio, wand." I casted softly. Immediately, Voldemort's wand shot towards my hand. I started singing a Pink song and pounding the two wands as drumsticks.
Voldemort traipsed over to me and stared.
"I'm not here for your entertainment! You don't really wanna mess with me toni-Oh, hey. Sup?"
"What are you doing." He spat out.
"Rockin' out." I shrugged and continued. " So much for my happy ending. Oh, oh, oh."
"Is that my wand?" Flabbergasted, he grabbed my left drumstick and stalked back to his table.
"Yo, Tommy!" I cupped my mouth. He faced me with a sneer plastered on his. "Why are you playing with potions!"
He stomped over to my cage, got so close I could smell his evil breath, looked at me straight with his sinister eye, and shot me a, "What, did you say?"
"I asked why you are over there, having fun with liquids that contain strange ingrediants and performs a magical task when said ingrediants are combined." I smiled sweetly.
"I heard you!" He yelled.
"Well then why did you ask me! It took me a LOT of brain-power to think of that big long sentence explaining potions, you know."
He eyed my, and poked my forehead with a wand. "I wish I could kill you."
"Why can't you?"
"Because, If you're dead, then Harry Potter won't come here. He needs to save you!" He explained.
I found a flaw in his plan, but I don't exactly want to die.
"Dont'cha think you're kind of...I dunno, wasting your life with Harry?"
He snarled and flared his nostrils...or, nostril-slits.
"I mean, after the two-year-old beat you, you kind of became a wind whistling through everyone's hair. Isn't that a sign to give up?"
"Never!" He roared. "It was a sign to fight until the death!"
"But you were pretty close." I pointed out. "You, are, what we in California call it, a failure at life."
He jabbed my forehead with his wand.
"So, you're not even going to stupify me?"
He rolled his eyes. "You're in a cage, you'd go back 2 feet."
I opened my mouth to say something, but then closed it.
He meandered around the room, muttering incoherent words. I studied the lock on the cage. If Voldie was as dumb as I thought, the lock wasn't protected. I could just "Aloh Hamora" it.
I waited until he took a tinkle break.
A/N I like this chapter.