Voice Post

[headologist]

[Granny's voice sounds much fainter and older than her usual assertive timbre and the words don't sound as though they're meant for anyone but herself.]

Right. One foot in front of the other. Ain't nothing.

[ooc: Granny won't be terribly talkative. She's making her slow and unsteady way from the forest toward Saya's warehouse. Eventually Neville will be around to help her. All other posts will be addressed as she sees fit. (Hey, she doesn't tell me everything.)]

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[walking through the woods on his way to Granny's cottage, clutching a messanger bag with a few gardening tools in it, his hand on his wand, always rather nervous about going into the forest alone. His footsteps are heard stepping on fallen twigs and the autumn leaves scattered over the forest floor, and he's wrapped up in a thick coat and red-and-gold scarf against the chill]