A Majestic Stranger
Robert was weeding his garden. Truthfully there weren't any weeds, but he enjoyed being outside in the sun with the birds and his tulips. Then something caught his eye.
A rather peculiar fellow was striding up the sidewalk to his neighbor's house. The house with the creepy little man and the man who had crushed his tulips.
It drew tears to Robert's eyes to even think about those poor tulips, even though it had been over a month since the event have occurred.
But back to the stranger.
Robert quickly blinked away his tears and studied the person. He had only seen Voldemort for a moment or two, so he didn't recognize him, especially not under his majestic, flowing beard.
The stranger noticed Robert.
"Good day," called the stranger, his beautiful beard lifting slightly in a cool summer breeze.
"G-good afternoon," stammered Robert, quite taken by the beard. Technically it was closer to evening.
The stranger smiled (something difficult to see due to the beard). "I won't keep you from tending to your flowers," he said. "But I do have one question. Have you seen a rather short, hunched over fellow over here recently?"
"I-" Robert stuck his shovel in the dirt and leaned on it thoughtfully and pondered the question. He didn't like the little man too much and wanted to help the stunning stranger.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I have," Robert responded finally.
"Hmm," the bearded man said, stroking his beard. "Odd. Well, thank you. Lovely tulips, by the way." And he turned and strode off into the gathering dusk.
Leaving Robert to slowly return to his plants. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered. The house had been awfully quiet the past few days. In the past he had often heard crashes and voices (and the terrifying hiss of what sounded like a gigantic snake). What had happened to the funny little man who scurried around the old house?
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