Spinach makes me feel alone.
Hello, all. I'm a writer and a beta (so if anyone needs one, give me a ring) and really do not have very much to say about myself. Sigh, such is life.
Life is not being able to say much about myself? That's really sad, Nienna. I mean, life should be so much more. After all, what is the meaning of life? Barbequing cashew-pickles? But that would mean that so many people miss the meaning of life -- everyone, in fact, because despite my insistance to the opposite, there really are no such things as cashew-pickles.
Besides, I don't like barbeque sauce.
Sigh. So the meaning of life must be to blather on about absolutely nothing while claiming it to be a philosophical conversation. Bleh. This is too confusing. If you need me, I'll be exploring the world of quantum physics; it's so much simpler.
Yes, that was sarcasm.
Summary: One limerick for each of eight Death Eaters! Includes such favorites such as Pettigrew, Malfoy, and Snape.