The Squawking Dead

"Well, hello there, Daryl Dixon. How are you doing this fine day? By the way, if you give a hoot, don't p--"

Zzzzwip!

Thud.



And that was right about the time the kids at Hogwarts stopped getting their mail.



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"Say, Daryl. Did I get any letters from Dumbledore tod--?"

Rrrrrip!



"Oh."



Till next we meet ...