"I'm sure I'll manage. I will tell you this though, if I need assistance, I will throw red sparks into the sky if I'm in trouble. All you'll need to do is watch for the red sparks. For now, until this clown person is dealt with, I am asking you to stay low for a bit. Wouldn't want someone like you getting hurt, now would we?" Voldemort smiled with his beautiful bright perfect smile.
"You should go find your room assignment. When you know it, post a message for me and I'll call a meeting. Sound fair?"
Voldmort turned to Blaise. "Find Potter. Talk to him. If he wants to hurt the cause, try and convince him otherwise." Voldemort laid on the thickness so Blaise knew what he meant. Either Potter joined them or was killed. Simple as that.
"I'm going to deal with the clown. Remember, looks for the sparks. If you don't see any, then I'm ok." He took out his wand, and sent some sparks from it's end. "That's what it will look like."
He turned, and headed toward the complex. "I'll keep in contact," He kept himself...mysterious. People liked mysterious.