Snape's Tacos
Once upon a time in a land far, far - wait, that's the wrong story. Sorry. Let's try this again.
Deep in Malfoy Manor, there was a hidden room. And in this room there was a table. And around this table, there were many figures whispering. And-you know what? I'll stop.
Basic plot: Death Eater plotting session. Voldy visiting. Snape late. There.
Anyway, back to the plotters. Whoa. There's a lot of idiots-uh, Slytherins. Yeah, I totally meant Slytherins. Hey! I did! … maybe.
Oooooooh! Lookie! Lookie over there! It's a dark figure! It's … coming toward us! It's… oh. It's just Snape. I thought it was someone important. Oh well, I've got nothing better to do. I'm a gonna follow 'im. You can come too, if you want.
You may be interested to know that he's holding something. Yes, I (being the clever, awesome Ravenclaw that I am) know what he's holding. No. I'm not telling. Ha ha.
Oh! Look! He's reached Malfoy's place. Oooooooh! I knew he'd be late! But what will his excuse be, I wonder… Well, I don't. But you must!
Anyway, he's walking into the waaaaaay secret room in Malfoy's place. Except now, it's not so secret. Hey, what if you interrupted one of their "oh, we're Death Eaters so we can plot evilly however much we want!" moments and scared them out of their fake hair! No, I'm not doing it! Do you think I have a death wish? Wait, don't answer that.
Anyway, maybe you shouldn't. It's probably a bit dangerous. Maybe. I dunno. Some of you respect life, right? Unlike He-Who-Claims-To-Be-Better-Than-Everyone-Else, the idiot.
Oh look! He's entering the secret room! Alright, let's turn the volume up, so we can hear the conversation.
The Death Eaters were plotting. The usual death, destruction, and pureblood reign to the Wizarding World, when Snape walked in, breathing heavily, and holding a large, covered platter.
He-Who-Claims-To-Be-Better-Than-Everyone-Else (A.K.A. Moldevort) looked up.
"Severus, you're late." Was all he said.
Severus Snape bowed.
"Sorry my Lord. But you see…"
Here he whipped the top off of the platter he was holding, and the Death Eaters gaped at the contents.
" … I brought tacos."