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“Lucius, do these robes make me look fat?” The Dark Lord Voldemort stood twirling in front of an antique mirror. He’d started feeling unloved as his Death Eaters were wooed over to the Light with promises of unlimited aphrodisiacs and classes in sexual gratification for the older witch or wizard.
- Part 3 of the original The Silver Snitch stories