"Lucius,

Come to my office tonight at eight.

There is a seventh year Gryffindor who's been causing trouble and she would be the perfect candidate for my newest form of torture.

I need your help to cast the spell or concoct the potion to ingest, or whatever the hell you do.

Lord Voldemort

P.S.

Pronounced VOL-de-mor

I hate it when people add the 't'.

IT'S FRENCH YOU DUMBASSES, THE 'T's ARE RARELY PRONOUNCED!"

A muscle high in Lucius' cheek twitched violently.

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Likey?

Just a teaser, more to come.