I played Literati a few days ago (that part of the interweb works) with Terry Boot, Eloise Midgen, Lavender Brown, and the Dark Lord. And he had an interesting thing to say about you people in the Future Death Eaters Club.
He said that you should get a life.
I don't think your lord is impressed with your little club. Why do you even bother with that name? It's really more of a Slytherin-and-friends social hour, isn't it?
So, allow me to remind you that at your age, he was oh so very much better than all of you. He was more clever, more brilliant, more ambitious, and more fit than all of you.
I don't think he, if he stooped to an invisibility potion, would get caught! Ahhh, sweet heroic victory!
I intentionally chose a picture that's in poor condition, instead of one of the better ones. But really, why should I share the best with you? You don't deserve it. You don't know much of anything, and you're really just pathetic. Allow me to remind you of where the real power is. You aren't exactly doing a great job of emulating him. If your housemates nominated you for something, what would you be-- worst followers ever? Least likely to succeed? What have you accomplished, compared to him?