Beowulf wasn't too clear on this whole White Day concept. Moreover, he had entirely lost track of time. One thing was certain: he knew what he liked. Tentacled monsters.
Via house-elf courier, a
package of liquor-filled chocolates was delivered to Tako the octopus.
A note was attached:
MY NAME IS BEOWULF.
YOU ARE A MONSTER.
Was it a threat or a mash note? Perhaps even the champion of Geatland himself could not be certain!