Title: Touchy, Feely
Characters and/or pairings: Lord Voldemort, Mundungus Fletcher, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy
Word count: 2500
Rating: PG-13
Highlight for Warnings: *dark humor, violence, CAPSLOCK!Voldemort*
Summary and/or prompt: Lord Voldemort’s social skills leave something to be desired.
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These are your best and brightest, these lackluster minions? )
Lines I laughed at --
creates an unpleasant sensation not unlike being trapped inside a turban for months on end, listening to first-years massacre the summoning charm.
Alecto summoning the ziti!
Lucius. . .murmurs something about someone needing a little time alone.
Does Severus truly think that that his half-arsed occlumancy is shielding a single one of his passing desires for the warmth of his bed, or for a cup of tea, or for a nice, long wank? (You shudder.)
The DL may shudder, but I laughed aloud.
Narcissa has her wand out beneath her own dining room table, flicking as she surreptitiously scourgifies the dirty boots of her assembled guests.
After the first fervor has passes, after the the masks and robes are purchased and the Marks scab and heal
Haha -- The downsides of consumerism affect even wizards.
And troll Mundungus is great. "Can I simply order you to leave?"
One can almost feel sorry for the poor megalomaniac. Clowns to the left of him, jokers to the right...here he is, stuck in the middle with Mundungus. Perfect.
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Exactly! No wonder he's so frustrated.
In the books, there's this wonderful sense of the famous Order really being a motley band of misfits, and it amuses me to think of the Death Eaters being the same. (The alternative is just too frightening.) Thanks for reading, K! M.
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This comment made me laugh almost as much as the fic did.
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