Post by tomriddle on Sept 28, 2006 10:03:49 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort leaned against a brick wall that seeped something putrid. He took no notice to the ooze that poured form its pores, instead he fiddled with his wand. Yes, fiddled. The Dark Lord was growing rather bored as he waited for the girl named LJ. She was supposed to be bringing him good news, at least that is what Erasmus had said. Though as the minister of magic, Erasmus' judgement on the word 'good' was likely to be clouded.
Voldemort looked around the alley that he waited in. there was nothing in it, just a few old barrels, boxes and mice. Voldemort smirked at the mice and pointed his wand at them. In his head he repeated an incantation and the mice keeled over dead.
Voldemort looked around the alley that he waited in. there was nothing in it, just a few old barrels, boxes and mice. Voldemort smirked at the mice and pointed his wand at them. In his head he repeated an incantation and the mice keeled over dead.
