A/N: Again not mine... Only the story not the characters nor setting nor anything you recognise.
-NM101
Voldemort paced the room, his red slit eyes flicking from person to person. ''Lucius, pass me your wand!'' He snapped, his nostrils flared. He took the wand ungratefully and gave it a swish, muttering an incantation before nothing happened. He thrust the wand back into his hands, turning to a tall dark haired man. ''Severus, your wand.'' He did the same yet again no result. He turned to his best friend, (or lover should I say), his narrowed eyes softening a bit. ''Quirinus, you're the intelligent one, the brightest professor there ever was.'' He complimented, ignoring Severus' huff of disbelief. ''Do you know what this is?'' He asked, gesturing to the other wands. ''Yes, my Lord,'' he began when he was interrupted. ''Quirinus, when I was on the back of your head, I watched you wipe your butt daily, you can call me Voldemort, we're there. We've reached that point. Now carry on with that you were saying.'' Quirrell gave an almost shy smile and a small blush crossed his cheeks, ''Any-w-way,'' he stuttered. ''I think I read somewhere in the Daily Prophet that the whole Wizarding world is without magic for a whole day, my-Voldemort.''
''What?'' He growled, making the professor flinch. ''I apologise Squirrel, I am just a bit annoyed but not at you.'' He heard someone chuckle at the nickname but chose to ignore them. ''Well then, today we shall just plan as with cannot use magic.'' He sighed.