Luxord reclined in a folding chair at the head of a now otherwise vacant table. Cards were strewn helter-skelter across the wooden surface and sitting in front of the Brit was a large pile of munny. He picked up part of the stack and started leafing through it, silently counting the night's winnings and mourning the fact that soon even Xigbar would give up trying to beat him and he'd have to find a new batch of suckers to scam.
The door to Luxord's room was thrown open with an enraged gust of wind.
The source of the gust stepped into the room, his dreds whipping around his head in the torent of wind. Seething, he growled, "Some brat just called me Xaldimort!"
Lol sorry it's so short but I had to write it…Twas a very annoying plot bunny that I just couldn't resist…I'm sure it's been done before but w/e.
I was inspired by thinking that "Xaldy" sounded quite a lot like "Voldy" and both are rather sadistic bastards so it just makes sense that someone might confuse them a smidge