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A living grave.' Then, without a pause or change of tone, he went on, 'I see you've managed to drag yourself out of the arms of Morpheus, Miss Williams.' The fair-haired newcomer unfurled a napkin and was snapping her fingers at a cook, who came at the call of her elegant insolence without a flicker of his features, but his whole body (Issie felt) protested.
"She was this tiny little creature with big hair and a big attitude snapping her fingers at us, literally," says Justin.