"For what reason does the visitor want to meet me?" I asked, trying my best to sound bored.
"That is between you and him, it is none of my buisness," Mr. Malfoy said, looking down the stairs. "Now come with me."
I got up and tried my best to seem both bored and proper, even though I was really excited and nervous. We were finally down the stairs and we stopped right outside the den doors.
"Now please try and be respectful, this man is very powerful, and it is very important that you do not anger him, understand?" Mr. Malfoy explained, looking extremely serious.
"Fine, let's just get this over with," I replied, wanting to meet this "powerful" man. Mr. Malfoy opened the door and let me walk in first. I walked in, stopping far enough from the entry way so that Mr. Malfoy could get through, but close enough that I didn't seem too forward.
"My Lord, this is Ms. Jessica Lorain Riddle. Jessica this is my Master, Lord Voldemort," Lucious said in his most proper voice.
"Thank you Lucious, you may go now," Voldemort dismissed him, nodding his "approval".
"So you're the all powerful dark lord everyone around here fears, eh?" I asked both interested and bored. He really didn't look all that scary, just a bit weirder then the other friends the Malfoy had over.
"I am, and I 'spose you're the rude, annoying, stuck up, little brat Mr. Malfoy always complains about, the orphan, correct?"
"If that's what you feel I am, then yes, I am that brat," I said, trying to sound polite, though the simple fact that Mr. Malfoy still called me "the orphan" seemed to make my blood boil uncontrollably.
"What I'd like to know, is what you feel you are. Judging by your voice, you dislike the label I gave you. So tell me, Ms. Riddle, in your eyes, who are you?" The Dark Lord answered a look of interest shown on his face.
"Pardon my rudeness, sir, but why don't you cut the crap of 'wanting to know who I am'; why don't you just tell me what you want?" I snapped, his arrogance becoming a great annoyance.
"Very well, I will. I came here today to meet my daughter, and perhaps give her an offer that she may not be able to refuse, what do you think, are you willing to hear me out?" he asked, his face suddenly very stern and looking very buisness like.
"Do you think I know who your daughter is or something? Because if that's not what you're hinting at, I'm afraid you've lost a bit of that intelligence you're 'spose to have to your arrogance, because there is no way in hell that I'm your supposed daughter. After all didn't you just refer to me as an orphan? Stop trying to mess with my head and get to the point!" I ranted, extremely pissed off that this "Lord" couldn't simply till me what he wanted to speak with me for.
"Is that a no then? It would be a a shame to walk out of here knowing that the only heir to my throne gave it up because she simply could not except that her father finally came to take her home."