I don't own Harry Potter, just the very different personalities of the characters!
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The Death Eaters go to a pantomime
Whispers filled the room as twelve cloaked figures in pointy hats, parted the crowds and marched up to the merchandise stall.
"Twelve flashing l.e.d sticks please," Lord Voldemort said. "And one of those large foam hands."
"Here you go, sir," the salesman said. "That'll be £36."
"Daylight robbery," Voldemort grumbled, passing the salesman the fiddly muggle coins. He passed around the l.e.d sticks, took his foam hand, and the Death Eaters walked away.
The Death Eaters, having found their way back from the moon, were going to a pantomime to see Peter Pan. They found their seats, taking up a whole row.
"Sir?" A man said to Dolohov. "Do you think you could remove your hat? I can't see."
"No." Dolohov replied.
Further along the row, Wormtail was shaking his empty malteser packet, Snape was trying to be inconspicuous through embarrassment, Lucius was brushing his hair, Barty was flicking his tongue randomly and Lord Voldemort was glaring evilly into space.
"I swear I had some of those left!" Wormtail was saying. "All right, who ate them?" He turned to his left, and gave a squeak of terror.
"I thought you were sitting next to Dolohov!" He said to Barty Crouch Jr sitting next to him.
"I am!" Barty replied, gesturing to his other side where Dolohov was having a loud argument with the man behind about hats.
"Did you eat my maltesers?" Wormtail asked. Barty nodded. "I'm telling!" Wormtail cried. "My l-"
"Silencio!" Barty said, and Wormtail completed the sentence in silence.
"Sorry Wormtail," he said. "I didn't quite catch that!"
"Minions! Quiet!" Voldemort said loudly, receiving odd looks from other visitors. "The pantomime's starting!"
The Death Eaters fell silent and watched the stage. It showed the scene of a nursery in an old Victorian house and three muggle children, two boys and a girl. The girl was telling them a story.
"And after she had cleaned the kitchen," she said. "Cinderella swept the chimney, polished the silver and washed the dishes."
Wendy carried on telling the story and by the time she had finished, Wormtail had fallen asleep, however waking with a start after receiving a hard kick from Barty.
The pantomime dragged on and on in this similar fashion until the children were taken away from their nursery to Neverland by a flying boy that reminded Snape of Ronald Weasley.
Suddenly a strange muggle woman in wings pranced on stage, claiming to be a fairy.
"What?" Voldemort cried. "That's not a fairy! That's a muggle in a costume!"
"Shh!" Said a lady in front of them.
"Don't you 'shush' me!" Voldemort said. "I am Lord Voldemort!"
"And I'm Queen of the moon." The lady replied.
"Don't talk to me about the moon, I've been there!" Voldemort yelled.
"Sir, if you don't calm down I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The doorman said.
"He's getting carried away again," Dolohov said to Snape.
"Sorry about Tom," Snape said to the doorman. "He has such a temper."
Voldemort turned around and mouthed at his minion furiously, speechless with rage.
"Sit down, Tom," Snape continued. "There's a good boy."
Voldemort sat down reluctantly, shooting murderous glances at anyone who dared to look at him.
Suddenly, another character walked on, with long black hair and a hook on his hand, the crowd booed loudly. Assuming that this was the bad guy, Voldemort immediately leapt up and cheered, everyone turned around and looked at him.
"Sir, can you please keep the noise down?" The doorman asked again.
"No!" Voldemort cried. "I am Lord Voldemort! Ruler of the world!"
"Er, OK," the doorman said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Security." He said into it.
Shortly afterwards a group of big men came marching in, rounded up the Death Eaters and kicked them out of the theatre.
"My l.e.d stick!" Wormtail cried as one of the security guards trod on it.
"And stay out!" The security guards cried.
"The cheek!" Voldemort said. "Where's Wormtail? I need to kick something."
"He's behind you!" Barty cried, receiving a withering look from his master and blushed. "Sorry," he said, glaring at Wormtail who was smirking at him.
"Ah, Wormtail, there you are!" Voldemort said, and proceeded to kick him while Barty sniggered in the background. Wormtail sighed, he hated his life.
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Thanks for reviewing everyone! Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I've been working on the soon coming 'Wormtail goes to the shops' and haven't had time to write any more of this.