A/N: Well, this is Divine Sanity, bringing you another little fic to put a smile on your face. If you guys don't like it, then I'll just keep it as a one-shot, but if you do like it, review and tell me, I'll be sure to keep going. I started this fic, because I thought, Hey! We always hear about what Harry did to pass the time, or Sirius, or Hermione, whatever the case, it's always the good guys, I mean where did the Death Eaters go? So I decided to write this fic, putting a little more of a humorous look on the lives of the Death Eaters. This chapter's a little short I know, but you'll see why. Please read and review, you guys are my biggest inspiration! If you guys like it, I'll definitely write more, because I have some awesome ideas, but if you don't I'll dig a hole, crawl into it, and cry…So if you have questions, comments, ideas, suggestions, feel free to review them. I'm open to flames…I'm a pyromaniac…. HAHAHAHAHA!!!! I will watch you burn!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Sorry…. well.hehe read and review please!!!! Death Eaters, A Day in the Life

What do our favorite evil henchmen do in their free-time….or any time for that matter?

Well, you're about to find out!

"That'll be 14.50 sir, cash or credit?" the cashier asked, she had curly, purple hair, an eyebrow ring, inch-long metallic blue nails, sparkly orange eye shadow, a generous figure, and a large, hairy mole smack dab in the middle of her pudgy, left cheek.

"What? Huh?" Snape was jolted out of his dream. "14.50, cash or credit?" the cashier asked again, blowing a large green bubble with her gum.

"Oh, uh cash," Snape rummaged around in his pocket extracting some crumpled notes, he shoved them into her hand, "Keep the change," he grabbed his bags, and left, hoping to sneak into the nearest alleyway and apparate safely to his house with his purchase (nose-hair remover), but no go.

A dark, cloaked figure appeared, moving slowly, and cautiously. "Seveerrruuuusss," the thing moaned, Snape rolled his eyes, "What do you want? I haven't got all day?"

The figure removed his hood, obviously disappointed, "How'd you know it was me?" he asked. "Never mind that, what do you want?" Snape asked again, losing his patience.

"Well I was planning," the person twiddled his thumbs, nervously

"Oh great, this doesn't sound promising," Snape said, rolling his eyes again

"Well, ok, I'm starting a little…clique you might say. It's an eeeeeevilllll clique! So we do eeeeeevilllll things!" the figure's voice got more high-pitched and squeaky and he quaked with excitement. 

Snape thought for a moment, "What's in it for me?

"Oh the usual, power, money, power, and of course power," the figure casually

"So how about it? Will you join? Will you join? Will you join? Pleeaaassee? Don't forget, you get to be eeeeeevilllll!"

Snape contemplated further "Who else is in it?"

"Oh the Lestranges, Malfoy of course, Rosier, Wilkes, me, Avery, Crabbe, Goyle, and now you! All the eeeeeevilllll people I know!" the figure said brightly holding up a finger for each name.

            "Well, I guess I have no choice, fine I'll join," Snape sighed, as the dark figure punched a fist in the air.

 "YESSSS! Well, the first meeting's round at my place around…. say midnight. It will be eeeeeevilllll!"

"I've been meaning to ask, why are these evil things always at midnight?" Snape ventured.

"You know what? Never mind," he said exasperatedly, knowing that he wasn't going to get an answer any time soon.

And before "the figure" could get a word in, Snape had apparated with a pop.

"Hey! Snape left his eeeeeevilllll bag here!" the figure said out loud, picking it up. "Well, might as well see what eeeeeevilllll things are inside," he reached a long, pale, evil hand into the bag, and pulled out a tube of nose-hair remover, "What the?"

Suddenly, POOF! Snape appeared, he grabbed the tube from the figure and disappeared, leaving "the figure" quite puzzled.