#ansowl

“Are you having a laugh? Dying? Who isn’t afraid of dying? I swear, anyone who says that they aren’t is either lying or deluded. I’ve heard people say that Death’s a sweet escape, but I think that lot needs to give their head a shake - I’d take the pleasure and pain of living over the great void of death over and over again.”

“Don’t think I’m really on one end of that or the other, really. I mean, privacy’s nice, to an extent. Don’t need anyone poking around my bin to see how much takeout I’ve been eating lately. But I’m not exactly a closed book - Merlin, I’ve lost count on the number of times I’ve been told to shove off and shut it after asking too many questions. Guess I just don’t go around volunteering information, y’know? Time at the pub excepted, of course. Does that make sense? Feel like you’ve probably lost interest by now. Guess that’s the secret to staying private, eh? Be a right prat who rambles and eventually people bugger off.”

“D’you…D’you mean to ask if I wear makeup? That muggle lady did say that the cream she was hawking would work wonders on my skin, but I never thought it’d make you lot think I was wearing concealer. Sorry to disappoint, mate, but I’m…what’s the saying…au naturel? Now, if you’re asking about my preferences for other folks, well… ‘s not really any of my business, innit? I mean, I’d say the less the better, but it’s not my face I’m caking up.”