Coffee Break-Death Eater's HQ

Coffee break- Death Eater's office.

By Ahmergin Resinia

'Eww,'

'What?'

'Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of these robes?'

The other Death Eater sank deeper into an armchair in their office room. It was sort of a meeting room, somewhere where they'd all join again after a killing spree, or to decide which muggles to kill next.

'Coffee? Nott?'

'Ah,' the other Death Eater cooed, his voice sounded strangled, 'Ok, coffee sounds good I need energy for the next thing,'

Crabbe poured his fellow Death Eater some coffee, and Nott took it gratefully.

Nott picked up the hem of his dirtied robes, examining the blood and mud that had built up over the days work.

'Its disgusting, we work our butts off killing for him and he makes us BUY and Clean our own robes.'

'I know it took me ten bottles off Mrs Skowers all purpose mess remover to get out that unicorn blood when he was in 'Unicorn Drinking' mode,'

Another Death Eater joined in the conversation, the man sat down on the flowery sofa, careful not to spill any coffee over the new cushions or to let his hood, [which concealed all their faces] drop.

'We worked day on night then, and all he did was give stupid ruddy Quirrel all the rewards and stuff,'

'I'd hardly call killing him a reward,' Malfoy, yet another Death Eater chirped in.

'He didn't kill him ruddy Potter did,'

'Ah Potter' Nott said, a hint of desire in his voice.

Suddenly the door to the office swung open and a group of troubled Death Eaters entered, the last one slammed the glass door shut with such a force the special class, which had been bewitched to have 'Killers Anonymous, we have nothing to do with You-Know-who so don't ask or come near us or we'll make him kill you,' flash across the glass in all bloody colours smashed and the splinters of glass showered the floor.

'Honestly Goyle, I've only just hovered up.' Nott said. He slammed his coffee mug on the table-careful that it went on a coaster- and used his wand to clean up the mess. 'And if you think your going to sit on that sofa, with ruddy robes dirtied with god knows what, after Malfoy had it shampooed, you are very much mistaken.'

Goyle who was half way to sitting down suddenly stood bolt upright.

'I very much hope that Gregory Goyle is nothing like you Goyle, poor boy having you as a father,'

Goyle scowled then went into the kitchen to make some mint tea.

'Ruddy awful day.' Mrs. Crabbe said. 'My curse almost didn't' work you know? That stupid son of mine stuck spello tape to the top so the power built up and when the bolt did come out it blew the muggle's head right off, what was the point of that? Eh? Didn't even get to see him in pain, over in a second and that ruddy muggle destroyed my robes, had mucus everywhere,'

A few nodded in sympathy, taking sips of coffee and helping themselves to some Snapping Ginger biscuits.

'Even when they're dead they manage to screw up the world,' Nott said.

'I know, I had an incident last year when I managed to blow up a muggle, you see my pet dragon, darling that he is, seemed to have chewed on my wand so it wasn't working properly, i managed to rip out all the muggle's organs and then blow him up completely. Jolly Good fun but expensive to replace the robes when they are splattered with brains. Nothing can get it out of these silk things he makes us wear,'

'Yes but aren't they delicious? Real silk padded with velvet, I'm so glad he decided black was the new white and flowery patterns were the new black.'

Their was a few murmurs of agreement, then Goyle returned from the kitchen with a tray of tea cups, filled to the brim with mint tea, he sat them on the mahogany coffee table and then stood back as he had been denied access to sit down.

'I can't understand why nobody is afraid of us anymore, and why they laugh. I mean we are forced to kill them now.'

'Oh I no Goyle, i 'spose they mock our curtain like robes, don't take us seriously now we look like old dearies,'

'Yes Nott but don't we look good like this?'

'Yes far better, but nobody thinks we are scary until we kill the person sitting next to them, and thats a lot of energy gone when you consider we visit thirty muggles a day...each, and then our robes get filthy,'

'Very tiresome,' Malfoy agreed.

'You know some people think he's gone insane, you know ever since that little 'bump on the head thing'.'

'Really?' Mrs Goyle asked, sipping some tea.

'Oh yes,' Snape replied, glad he had some attention. 'They say he lost his sanity, you know when Potter bumped him on the head with that frying pan. That is of course when he got rid of those ghastly black robes and when he started wearing that pink number,'

'Ah, must look a bit fishy eh?' Karkaroff

There was another murmur of agreement, then Goyle said;

'I think Potter's meddling benefited us for once,'

Yet another murmur of agreement.

Avery, a wizard just out of Azkaban, stroked his flowery, curtain-like robes with admiration.

'Hey you don't think these robes make us look like puffs do you? Aren't they supposed to be all bloody and full of thorns and knifes? Don't puffs wear pink with daisies on?'

Astonished the group pulled out their wands.

'Avery are you trying to say something?'

'Oh of course not,'

The wands were placed back in their pockets.

'But aren't they a devil to clean? I have to wash Goyle's every night, he's so messy when he kills'

Mrs Goyle said this as if she was saying her husband was messy when he ate, so casual so calm. All the others in the group looked up at Goyle in disgust at his untidiness.

'That's why of course I stick to Avada Kedavra when I kill,' Nott said, unfortunately his wand was in his hand when he said it so a flash out green light zapped from the end and shot at Goyle, who collapsed onto the floor, dead. 'Oops,'

'At least I won't have to wash his robes,' Mrs Goyle said, casting wary eyes over her husband's body. 'Fortunately I have become so murderous that i don't no how to cry and I won't cry all over my own robes,'

'So have I, isn't being evil a delight?'

'Jolly good isn't it?'

Then the door swung open again, and a shrivelled man, staggered in, covered in the same robes except they had tulips over them and he wore a lime green bowler hat.

'Darlings I'm home, had a murderous day?'

Together the group called, 'Yes uncle Voldie,'

A/N; yes I'm insane, evil but insane...I have no idea why I wrote it...Death Eaters gone mad. Anyway thanks for reading pleaz review