A Lead
The doorbell rang a couple of times. In previous years, Wormtail would then slide open the peephole and greet the kids in a spooky voice to entertain them. Sometimes he would even give out some finger-shaped cookies or bottles of "potion" (usually Kool-Aid). This year no one answered the neighborhood children.
"You know," Snape said as they admired their pumpkins on the steps an hour later, "I think I might have found something on Wormtail."
"Oh?" Voldy tore his gaze from his above-average carving of a TriWizard Cup.
"Yes," Snape glanced around before quickly casting a spell that would hide their conversation from any other ears besides theirs and Nagini's, who lay in a patch of weeds nearby.
"Yesterday I was purchasing some really lovely socks at SockMart," Snape said, "when I overheard an employee mention to another employee how I was the second unusual robed person to pass through that week. I asked about the other robed person and they gave a description that fits Wormtail."
Voldy frowned. "Has he gone into hiding again?"
"I don't think so," Snape shook his head, causing his unwashed mane to slide greasily against his skull. Voldemort had to look away. "Why would he? You are alive and well, someone to hide behind. The employee said the fellow had bought quite a lot of polka dot socks, of all things."
"Hmm," Voldemort tapped his chin with one long pale finger.
"Do you know anyone who likes socks enough to order him to buy some?"
Voldemort beckoned Nagini to him. "I think I do."
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