::Semi-Closed RP for DEATH and Nny::

[waste_lock]

Well, it was either keep Dib awake with his restlessness, go back to his personal quarters, or prowl the halls. Or go out for 'coffee'. But at least there's a sort of professional justification, so that's what Nny did, Rry scampering at his heels.

Restless. Wherever he was, he was always restless.

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[friendofkittens]

Hogwarts wasn't particularly quiet at night, what with all the... goings on all over, but it was certainly quieter than during the day, and considerably darker. It made Death a little more at home, especially when he was feeling a bit... not exactly homesick, perhaps, but maybe just preferring the familiar things.

Right now, for example, he was sitting in the dim Hufflepuff common room with two cups of tea. One was for him; the other, for the bizarre little device that was sitting on the table before him. It was wooden, and looked somewhat like a bird; every few seconds it would bob its head down, appear to drink some of the tea, and then bob upright again. The gray kitten Shadow played about Death's feet while he watched the little thing go back and forth.

[waste_lock]

On the way through the Hufflepuff common room, Rry let out a particularly cheerful yelp and dashed forward. Nny groaned when he saw her rushing toward a scampering kitten... even if her intentions were purely playful, she was a lot tougher than a housecat. He ran after her. "Damn it, Cherry..."

Then he noticed who the kitten was cozying up to.

"...oh."

[friendofkittens]

Shadow yowled as Rry came for him and ducked back behind Death's robes, which certainly made the skeleton take notice. He looked up and spotted the devil, somewhat bemusedly, and then lifted his gaze to the boy running up behind her.

He bent down and gave Shadow a pat. THERE, THERE. HELLO, JOHNNY.

[waste_lock]

Nny scooped Rry up in his arms and smiled nervously. Oh, he didn't give a damn about it being DEATH that just greeted him, but he was also the fucking Sto Harlot bitch's grandfather, and that was a special sort of awkward.

"Um. Hello."