Closed RP: Death and Mini!Susan

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((Backdated to April 14))

Susan, having eaten chocolate and pestered Stephen, then met other girls and tormented a monk, was in search of fresh mischief. Her T-shirt dress was somewhat the worse for wear, as she padded barefoot down the hallways in search of the one other person she knew would play with her.

She was hunting for Granddad.

Of course, there were all sorts of other interesting things to see along the way--and poke at, and chase, and sometimes trip over. Hogwarts was a truly fascinating place to be, when you were only three feet tall, and who knew--maybe she'd run across an evil wasp clown hive.

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Death was doing essentially what was normal for him -- which was, to say, stalking the halls and looking accidentally menacing. He might have been expecting to run into Susan at some point, but he certainly was not expecting to see her in a miniature state, and he very nearly passed her by before the shock of white hair caught up to him and he realized what he was looking at.

He stopped and stared ahead, cocking his head curiously to the side. SUSAN?

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Susan nearly tripped over the hem of her shirt. "Hi Granddad!" She grinned, somehow managed to run down the hallway without tripping, and attached herself to his leg. "Stephen and I are going to bomb evil wasp clowns with pudding," she said, quite seriously. "And I met a man who looks like you but human, and I think I might have scared him, and where are all the cats?"

Little!Susan, having had a chance to run around and occasionally torment people, was by now quite full of energy.

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Well... a bit like Susan, then, and a bit not. He blinked slowly down at her. THE CATS ARE IN MY QUARTERS. WHY ARE YOU SMALL? It seemed like the most relevant question, at the moment.

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Susan gave this due consideration. "Can I see the cats?" she asked, still attached to his ankle. Reluctantly she let go, brushing off her T-shirt dress. "I don't know why I'm small. I didn't eat any chocolate, but I touched some... Stephen said it made me forget a lot, too." She peered up at her grandfather, treating him to another gap-toothed grin.

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At her explanation, he sighed. AH. THEY'RE GETTING MORE INSIDIOUS, I SEE. Well, nothing to be done about that, then. Best to wait it out. He bent his massive body and picked her up, hefting her into his bony arms. YES, VERY WELL. LET'S GO SEE THE CATS, GRANDDAUGHTER.

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"Kitties," Susan said solemnly. "Stephen and I are going to build a pudding bomb," she added. "We just have to figure out how to make it blow up right. And he's keeping some of my memory for me, so I don't have to have it anymore." It was by no means certain that her memory loss would be permanent, but it was highly likely.

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...AH. If Death had a brow, it might have furrowed. WHAT PIECES OF YOUR MEMORY, EXACTLY, DO YOU KNOW? He had no reason to mistrust Stephen Maturin, but that, that sounded dangerous -- and if he was thinking that...

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Susan subjected him to a look that was startlingly like her adult self. "Well, if I knew, I'd remember them," she said. "He said about when I came here, that there were bad things I can't remember, and he's going to hang onto the memories so I don't have to have them anymore. I guess I've forgotten a lot."

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A FAIR POINT, he admitted guardedly. Actually, he was rather relieved, but he decided not to let her see that. He wasn't sure he trusted Stephen, but if the things that she was suggesting were gone truly were... that might have been for the best. He was all right with protecting her from the madness that had been Jonathan Teatime.

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"And I met two other little girls, and a monk, and a man who speaks French--whatever that is--and someday we're all going to figure out the pudding-bombs and go on an evil-wasp-clown hunt, and if we do can I borrow the scythe?" She gave him what she hoped was a winning smile, but which looked more like a rather evil cherub. "I'd take good care of it, I promise."