Happy Tuesday everyone. Being stuck for ideas for the next Death Eater misadventure, I was given a rather spiffing idea from one of my fellow gnomes. The Death Eaters at the Bath and West. For those of you who don't know. (Puts on rubbish Somerset accent) the Bath and West is a west country tradition that has been taking place every year for the last two hundred and twenty nine years. It is a very popular event and includes many stalls, rides and events in the various arenas. Look it up on the internet, you might find something. It is just missing one thing. Death Eaters.

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The Death Eaters at the Bath and West

"I've got a brand new combine 'arvester and I'll give you the key!" Rabastan sang loudly as the Death Eaters glared at him. They were stuck in a traffic jam, and Rabastan had been singing a wide variety of irritating songs since they left the house. He was now getting on everyone's nerves.

"I rode my bicycle past your window last night!" He sang. "Ooh ar, ooh ar, ooh ar-"

"RABASTAN!" Voldemort yelled, making him jump. "If you don't shut up right now I will propel you through that window! NOW BE QUIET!"

Rabastan sighed and resumed to staring out of the window.

Now I know that I may be stating the obvious here, but the Death Eaters are rather stupid. It was the third of June, the hottest day of the year so far, and still they had decided to leave the house dressed in their thick black robes.

"If this heat messes up my hair," Bellatrix said. "I'm going to scream."

"If this traffic jam goes on for any longer I'm going to scream," Dolohov said.

"Honestly," Bellatrix sighed. "I'm a wreck. My hair a mess, and one of my beatiful nails broken thanks to that tearaway of a six year old."

At this point, Barty gave a slight cough which was obviously suppressing a snigger.

"Something funny?" She snapped. "Ickle mummy's boy?"

"Oh you've gone and done it now," Dolohov said, burying his face in his hands as Barty whipped around and shot a curse at her.

"SIT DOWN CROUCH!" Voldemort said, swerving to the left as some cars beeped at him. "NOW!"

Barty sat down, fuming. Having nobody else to annoy, he proceeded to prod Wormtail in the back of his head with his wand.

"Stop it!" Wormtail squeaked.

"Nah."

"If you don't stop annoying each other," Voldemort said through gritted teeth. "You are going to be Crucioed so hard your HAIR will hurt."

"That won't be a problem for Wormtail then," Barty smirked. "He doesn't have any."

"SHUT UP!" Voldemort yelled. "Now, remember. We are a family. A nice happy family. And we will have happy conversations. Now. Lucius. Did you bring the tickets?"

"No!" Lucius cried.

"I brought them," Snape sighed in exhasperation.

"Good," Voldemort smiled. "Now. Calm everyone. We will be there in a minute. Just deep inhaling breaths, and relax. We will get there just as soon as THIS DAMN CAR STOPS TRYING TO OVERTAKE ME!"

He wound down the window and shot a hex at the car behind.

"Oh for heavens sake," Snape said, pulling him back into the car. "Just keep your eyes on the road."

The Death eaters arrived at the car park a few minutes later. They parked up, displayed their tickets, and went into the show.

It was full of muggles hurrying this way and that, dressed in a variety of odd clothes, however none as strange as theirs, and they recieved a number of odd looks by passers by.

Voldemort drew out his leaflet of the show and the Death Eaters gathered round it, resembling a group of rather lost tourists looking at a map.

"We are here," said Voldemort, pointing at a small dot on the map. "And all this other stuff is around here. So, where shall we go first?" Voldemort was bombarded with questions by his minions.

"Do they have owls?"

"Is there a make up stall?"

"Or a shoe stall?"

"Have they got turkish delight?"

"Where's the toilet?"

Everyone turned to look at Wormtail who had asked the last question. Voldemort pointed him in the direction of a small building and he shot off.

"Now," Voldemort said. "I think we should go on THAT."

He pointed to the other side of the showground where the top of a large mechanical device was clearly visible above the tops of the tents. They could hear the screaming of muggles on it from there.

"That," gulped Dolohov, fumbling with the brochure. "Is the, er, the Wheel of Death, my lord."

"Sounds perfect," Voldemort grinned. "Who wants a go?"

The Death Eaters all looked at each other nervously.

"It looks a bit high," Barty said.

"You're not scared are you?" Snape asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, of course not," Barty replied, turning red.

"Then onwards and upwards!" Voldemort declared, and marched across the showground, his Death Eaters behind. They had not been out of sight for long when Wormtail hurried back. He looked around.

"Guys?"

"THE WHEEL OF DEATH!" The ride manager declared. "Guaranteed to make you scream, this heart pounding ride takes you 100 feet into the air. No risk whatsoever. we haven't had an accident for days."

"Are you sure about this?" Dolohov said, paling at the mans words.

"Positive!" Voldemort cried. "You heard him! completely risk free!" He walked up to the man. "Me and my friends would like a go sir." He said.

The man looked at him doubtfully.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "This ride is not reccomended for those with weak-"

"Do I look as though I have a weak heart?" Voldemort cut in.

"I was going to say weak stomachs," the man replied. "But if your certain. All aboard the Wheel of Death!"

Voldemort strode on happily, followed by the others. They sat in their seats and put their belts on.

"Are you ready?" The man asked. Voldemort nodded. The man pressed the button and they began to rise up into the air.

"This isn't so bad," Barty said with a faint smile as they rose slowly above the showground. "Quite a nice view actually."

"Aw," Bellatrix sneered. "Little mummy's boy enjoying the view?"

"Shut up," Barty glared.

"Leave him alone," Dolohov frowned, who was sitting next to Barty. "Just ignore her."

Barty pulled a face at the back of her head and leant back in his seat. Meanwhile, Rabastan was having some problems of his own.

"Look, it's all right," Rodolphus was saying. "It's a little high, yes, but- no, don't look over, we've already discussed this..."

Voldemort was grinning evilly in the front next to Snape and Lucius.

The ride suddenly stopped right at the top, and stood still.

"Have we broken down?" Barty asked. "We haven't have we? What if-"

"Oh for heaven's sake man!" Dolohov said, shaking his robes. "We'll be fine. I'm sure we'll go down nice and gently in a min-AAARRRGGGHHHH!"

The ride suddenly shot downwards, their seat was turning round and round until they were upside down and the ride kept spinning until all of the Death Eaters felt quite sick. They all screamed as their seat spun round faster and faster. Well, nearly all of them. Truth be told, Snape hadn't batted an eyelid and was still sitting there, his arms folded, glancing disdainfully at a spot on his fingernail.

The evil ride eventually came to a stop, and Death Eaters froze, in a state of shock. When they had finally caught their breath, Dolohov spoke.

"Barty?" He said. "Are you all right?"

Barty had turned a pale shade of green next to him, and didn't seem to want to speak.

"Oh my," Bellatrix smirked, turning round in her seat to face them. "Ickle mummy's boy feeling a bit sick is he?"

"Leave him alone Bellatrix," Dolohov warned.

"It's all right," she said, putting on a mock sympathetic tone. "The nasty ride's over now."

"I'm serious-" Dolohov said.

"We'll go on the merry-go-round next time." She gave him a fake smile. "It's a lot more-AARRGHH!"

She gave a high pitched scream as Dolohov brought up his wand from his pocket, at exactly the same time as Barty, although it wasn't his wand. It was his breakfast. All over Bellatrix's robes.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU CROUCH!" She scream when they had got off the ride, and Barty was feeling a bit better. "BRAND NEW ROBES THESE WERE!"

"Quite frankly," Dolohov said. "You deserved it."

Bellatrix gave a shriek of exhasperation and rounded on her husband, who was still trying to comfort Rabastan.

"This!" She screamed. "Is all your fault!"

"Why?" Rodolphus asked.

"Because- well, because- AAARRGH!" She gave another cry of despair and marched off.

Voldemort glanced after her in disapproval and then heard a voice on the loudspeaker.

"Could whoever owns 'Wormtail' please come to the lost animal's tent?" The voice said. "Quickly. He's scaring the staff."

"Wormtail!" Voldemort cried. "We completely forgot about him!"

They headed towards the lost animal tent and the attendant pushed Wormtail towards them gingerly.

"Take him," he said. "And please get him a lead next time."

Wormtail glared at the attendant and then walked off with the Death Eaters.

"So, what did I miss?" He asked, looking with a wrinkled nose at Bellatrix's nose.

"You don't want to know," Snape sighed.

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Tee hee hee. I love being evil.