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Hedwig has fans, as she returns to the bar.
Just two. Of the Sally Rand variety, not the flesh-and-blood kind; three feet long, folded and tied neatly around the middle with a ribbon.
They are pink. (Of course they are.) They will match her robe and slippers. She likes feathers.
(If this is her afterlife, and she is certainly no angel, this is the closest she will get to wings.)
But she doesn't mind. Up to the bar she goes, to order herself a drink.
Completely botherable.
[tinytags: hedwig]
Just two. Of the Sally Rand variety, not the flesh-and-blood kind; three feet long, folded and tied neatly around the middle with a ribbon.
They are pink. (Of course they are.) They will match her robe and slippers. She likes feathers.
(If this is her afterlife, and she is certainly no angel, this is the closest she will get to wings.)
But she doesn't mind. Up to the bar she goes, to order herself a drink.
Completely botherable.
[tinytags: hedwig]