When no one bothered me in my office
When the Dark Mark lay dormant
When the greatest pains were potion burns
Before the youngest Potter came to Hogwarts
When all I had to worry about were essays
it was a walk in the park
After tedious hours of interaction, after Slytherining my way around the horribly inefficient system that Muggles term "voice mail" in order to speak with a real person, I once again have Internet in my office again, and can post back-pictures of my agonies these past few months. Not that anyone finds them exciting.
Spring in Washington Park, and a stray Snape out for a stroll. A fragrant young tree courts an old hooked nose.
I couldn't help but notice the crows making an unusual racket, probably roused somehow by this vastly larger version of their own black-sheathed forms!
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