The Search Begins
Voldemort was standing in one of those old-fashioned telephone booth things. He was glaring at the phone he clutched in his tightly in his hand, so tightly, in fact, that his pale knuckles were becoming impossibly whiter. The wizard had come to a different town, and stood for ten minutes holding a phone that smelled like feet for nothing. He had told his Death Eaters to hunt for information, to keep an eye out, and this had proved to be a false lead. If Wormtail had gone into hiding, Voldy wanted to be the one to be intimidating and demand answers. He Apparated back to his house to think.
Nagini had been snoozing on the couch. She opened one eye when he sunk down beside her.
"Barty Crouch Jr. offered to take Wormtail's place," Nagini told him.
Voldemort frowned. "I find his habit of lip-licking to be distracting," he said (in case you didn't know, Barty's tongue would dart out the side of his mouth a lot, like a frog - you especially see it in the movies). "I do like his devotion, though. He came so close to killing that boy. Perhaps just for a few days."
After a few moments of thought, Voldy began stroking Nagini's scales. "I doubt he would be very good at cooking though, since he is young."
"Wormtail has his own unusual ways," Nagini pointed out. "You recall that he was a rat for several years."
Voldy banged his fist on the lamp stand. "He should have returned to me sooner."
Then he asked her, "You don't think the fool has gone to hide from me again?"
"Wormtail is far too cowardly for that," Nagini assured him.
"Then it is time to begin questioning," Voldy leaned back in his tattered old couch. "First we shall call up Lucius."
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