dawnbrownn:
=͟͟͞͞➳ ❝ now you just sound like our local mortician. should i settle the colour of my coffin with you now, or later? ❞ her tone cuts like a brandished knife, but she regards the other innocently enough. ❝ why do you even round them up, anyway? ❞
“well, i’m no mortician... but i’d personally recommend a blush pink satin cushioning, with a dark-stained oak finish. it’d compliment your colours —- of course, you’ll be rather pallid by then...” he says this with a disturbingly pleased look on his face, as though he isn’t being totally creepy. “because it’s my job, brown. i am hagrid’s assistant, not to mention the groundskeeper, you know — i’ve worked here for nearly a year, have you forgotten?”













