The Death Snackers

Okey Dokey where were we

*glee overveiw voice guy* I don't know why anyone would miss any of this fanfiction but in case you did, here's what happened; James and Sev are dating which is totally cool- but no one knows- except Peter who spied on him as a rat (which is kind of creepy). Peter, James, and Sev all joined Voldemort, who's going through an emo phase and wishes to be called D.L- and came up with their own emo nicknames that I was going to call them by but totally forgot (oops!). Now Sev, James, and Peter are death eaters, James and Peter believe a gurdle root is god, and Remus and Sirius are too busy snogging to notice (I've always wanted a friendship like their's). And that's what you missed on *hight pitched voice* James and Sev's beautiful love story.

Things had been different for James after that fateful day in herbology. Every night he said his prayers to gurdle root, before singing the death eaters lullaby with Peter (Sirius and Remus already in bed with the curtains drawn and a silencing charm around it, because bffs forever!). James also had to decide what colour to get his dark mark tattoo. It had to be dark, obviously, but apart from that, James wasn't sure. Voldemort had black, a traditional and important colour for emos and death eaters alike; but James didn't want to seem like a copy cat. Dark red, like blood, also Gryffindor would be nice.. maybe dark green? Sev was getting dark green- a cute couple thing to do would be to get matching dark marks?

James picked up a small piece of paper from his bedside table and wrote "hey. Do you want to get matching dark marks with me? -J xxxxxxx" on it, before folding it into a paper plane, tapping it with his wand, and throwing it out the open window. A few minutes later a paper aeroplane hit him on the nose "all dark marks are identical you pleb. -S xoxo"

"Yeah but colour wise? -J xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"

"Green would look great with your eyes -S xoxoxoxoxoxoxo"

"Do you really think so? -J xxxxxxxxxxxxxx"

"Yes of course I do. Goodnight love -S xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox"

Well, thought James, that settles it. Dark green it was. If only the magical community could create some way of integrating technology and magic he could have sent Sev a text and the conversation could have lasted one minute instead of twenty. Unfortunately texting hadn't been invented, and if it had have been, it would only be for the poor muggles having to make to without magic. Oh well.

Pleased that he'd chosen a dark mark colour, James rolled over and went to sleep.