One of my third-year Slytherins stumbled into double Potions this afternoon veritably soaked to the skin and dripping, with more than a little mud to compliment his appearance. The weather is damper than a kelpie's back, and in addition, this particular fellow ran afoul of some Gryffindors who prevented him from remaining upright as he came back from Care of Magical Creatures – hence, the mud. I had to be especially cautious and thorough with this poor dunderhead: water introduced into this particular olium venenum- based potion can cause boil-overs and explosions. Thank Merlin for "scourgify", drying charms, and detentions for Gryffindors.
Today it poured rain. Here in western Oregon, when winter comes, so do the rains, and they continue unabated for about six months with a few breaks here and there.
But this afternoon, I found I did not mind the rain. On my way home from buying groceries, I happened to find myself behind two of Portland's horseback mounted police. I followed them almost all the way home, in the peaceful, wet grayness of the early evening, watching the rippling muscular rumps of the horses, and the white helmets of their riders barely bobbing along, and imagined myself in London. My family is from England – I went there as a junior and miss it terribly, so any excuse for a brief fantasy lapse is all right by me.
My friend passed me as I paused, mid-crosswalk, to take this main street intersection picture, yelling, "Sev, you're gonna get run over that way!!!"
Good cloak weather. Just make sure that you pick your old cloak and don't mind a few mud stains, because anything off the pavement is pure trouble.
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