Let me tell you something about Voldemort. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I got my first wand that was like, totally gorgeous but then it broke and I got a new one, and Voldemort was like, weirdly jealous of it. Like, if I would blow him off to learn new spells, he'd be like, "Why didn't you call me back?" And I'd be like, "Why are you so obsessed with me?" So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-aurors birthday party, I was like, "Voldemort, I can't invite you, because I think you're an evil wizard." I mean I couldn't have an evil wizard at my party. There were gonna be wizards there in their *bathing suits*. I mean, right? He was an EVIL WIZARD. So then his mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so re.tarded. And then He dropped out of Hogwarts because no one would talk to him, and he came back in the fall for school, all of his hair was cut off and he was totally weird, and now I guess he's on crack.