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It was his birthday.
His birthday.
And there were Muggles swarming about everywhere, and he couldn't slaughter a single damn one of them, because he was stuck locked up in a stupid, stupid cell.
Of course, the island, in its infinite widsom, had given him a very tacky "Happy New Year's" hat.
"Happy fucking New Year," he grumbled, resisting the urge to crush the hat between his fingers.
He didn't even have Faramir to harass. Why, why, has all of Voldemort's fun been taken away?
His birthday.
And there were Muggles swarming about everywhere, and he couldn't slaughter a single damn one of them, because he was stuck locked up in a stupid, stupid cell.
Of course, the island, in its infinite widsom, had given him a very tacky "Happy New Year's" hat.
"Happy fucking New Year," he grumbled, resisting the urge to crush the hat between his fingers.
He didn't even have Faramir to harass. Why, why, has all of Voldemort's fun been taken away?