"You tell me," Voldemort spat, his hackles raised by the unassuming woman sitting on the green recliner in front of him. Her entire office was green – chartreuse carpet, emerald green couch, puke green walls – and it made him want to scratch his soul out of his skin. She had said she was getting it redecorated soon, which Voldemort was ready to do himself just to get it done. "What can you do for me, Dr. Pemberley?"