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Dumbledore's Man Through and Through
Minions
Tom sat upon his new throne, his eyes cast out among the witches and wizards who had just sworn themselves to his cause, who had branded themselves with his mark, who would now, from this day forward, live or die to further his will.
He smiled, this was truly a great day for Britain – history would look back and count this as the dawn of a new era…
"Ummm…"
Tom glanced over to Bellatrix Black, who was fidgeting off to the side.
"What is it, Bella?" he asked.
"It's just, well…"
"Spit it out!"
"Are you sure about these uniforms?"
"Yeah," Rudolfus added, "wouldn't something like, I don't know, black robes with skull masks be scarier?"
"There's nothing wrong with pink and green!" Tom answered. "Some would say it's quite fashionable."
"Only an idiot like Dumbledore would think that," Lucius mumbled.
"What was that?!"
"Nothing!"
"And my lord…"
"What now, Bella?"
"The fake beards… are they really necessary?"
"I've already told you, once you've grown a beard long enough to be tucked into your belt, you can dispense with the false one!"
"But it's just going to get in the way of spell casting!" Lucius whined.
Tom narrowed his eyes in a glare.
"Crucio!"
"Gah!" Lucius flopped to the ground.
"Do not deign to question me!" Tom declared, rising from his seat. "I am Lord Alvus Preston Wolfgang Thomas Voldemort!"