He'd met Death briefly; they'd made a batch of cookies. The concept of a personification didn't baffle him the way it might someone who'd spent less time at Hogwarts.
And if she was literally Delirium...
He scuttled backward, staring at her with a low moan.
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Date: 2011-02-11 12:31 am (UTC)And if she was literally Delirium...
He scuttled backward, staring at her with a low moan.