Meeting with Death. . . As a witch. . .

Hazel timidly walked into the room were Lord Death resigned in. She knew that she shouldn't be afraid, but as she is a witch, walking straight into the room where the Grim Reaper lives, the man who sends students to hunt witches like her, is a little nerve racking. It also didn't help that this was a spur of the moment idea and Death doesn't know. . . Or the guillotines above her head, those didn't help her feel calm at all.

Well, Hazel made it up to the alter thingy without running away and she even managed to stay dry. She looked around the graveyard, not seeing the big man at all. She gave a small gulp, swallowed her fear, and moved by the mirror thing, since she heard that Lord Death had something to do with mirrors.

Hazel: HELLO! ANYONE HERE?! Wait. . . Maybe this is a bad idea. NEVERMIND, I'LL JUST LEAVE!

Hazel did a 180 spin, and started back to the door.

Death appears behind her, seemingly out of no-where with a comical wave of one huge hand "yo, what's up? How's it goin!?"

Hazel made a small yiping noise, and turned to the Reaper.

Hazel: Hi there, sir. I came in here to talk to you about something you might want to know. As well as ask for advice. I mean, if that's not okay with you, I will be happy to leave you alone.