The traveler was weary. It was a very long, difficult trip to the nether shores. Only the foolish or those strong in magic could make such a voyage. The traveler, while strong indeed in the arts, was no fool, much as many would argue otherwise.
No, she thought. The task needed doing, and finally she was here. She knocked slowly, so tired it barely made a sound.
The door opened and framed in the light was a strikingly beautiful child with flame red hair, oddly enough wearing oven mitts.
"Georgia," said the traveler, too tired for greetings. “Your cousin has been revealed.” With that she collapsed unconscious at Georgia's feet.
"Oh great," Georgia said acidly, looking at the crumpled magician at her feet. “I was just baking cookies.”