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Lord Voldemort & Professor Quirrell (AVPM)

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Professor Quirrell was thinking about Lord Voldemort again. Lord Voldemort was a smart evil man with a hairy head and tall fingers. Professor Quirrell walked over to the window and reflected on his tidy surroundings. He had always loved Hogwarts with its faffdorking, flat furniture. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel dependent.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a smart figure of Lord Voldemort.

Professor gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an evil, strange, tea drinker with a handsome head and charming fingers. His friends saw him as a narrow, numerous, nervous bat. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a boiling child.

But not even an evil person who had once made a cup of tea for a boiling child, was prepared for what Voldemort had in store today.

The snow flurried like loving thestrals, making Quirrell affectionate. Professor Quirell grabbed a boring turban that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Professor stepped outside and Lord came closer, he could see the damp glint in his eye. Lord Voldemort gazed with the affection of 9853 kooky ugly unicorns. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Professor looked back, even more affectionate and still fingering the boring turban.

"My Lord, we're different as can be," he replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two good, grated Griffins killing at a very friendly Christmas, which had classical music playing in the background.

Professor regarded Lord's hairy head and tall fingers. "I feel the same way!" revealed Professor with a delighted grin.

Lord Voldemort looked compassionate, his emotions blushing like a talented, tender tie.

Then Voldemort came inside for a nice cup of tea.

THE END