(A/N: The Death Eaters have no style. By the way, the 'new masks' thing refers to the new Death Eater look for the next film. Much better than the old one. Anyway, Merry Christmas, or possibly Merry T-Rexmas as it might be, to you, dear minions!)
Chapter Nine: Silent Night, Murderous Night
It was Christmas Eve, and the Death Eaters were gathering for their annual Christmas spree. Since this was also the first time they got to use their new masks, everyone was curious as to everyone else's personal modifications to it. Snape confirmed expectations when he appeared in a completely plain one. The Lestranges had theirs covered in diagrams of several of the worst curses. As everyone hung around gossiping about the various choices of decoration, Snape skulked at the edge of the group, wondering where Lucius had got to. Usually he was very punctual, and his tardiness was worrying. Scenarios of Ministry raids and Dementors were already in his mind when Lucius suddenly apparated.
"Sorry I'm late," he said. "but I was busy decorating my new mask." Instead of a white mask with patterns engraved on it, he was wearing one that was not only covered in glitter, it also spelt out "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" in blinking lights.
"Oh no." Bellatrix said. "I am not going to be seen with that." The rest of the Death Eaters nodded vehemently, and everyone suddenly disapparated. Only Lucius was left, a lonely patch of blinking lights on the dark field. He stared around him forlornly.
"Merry Christmas..." he said to himself. Only the echo answered him.