A clash of generations

Draco raised his hand at the annual meeting of the Death Eaters.

"What is it Draco?" Lucius asked, sick already of his son's numerous and for the most part, completely ridiculous suggestions.

"What if... instead of Dark Mark Tattoos, how about we all get bling Dark Mark necklaces" he said, beaming at the other Death Eaters and wondering why they were pointing and laughing.