A Heartful Meeting, and Candles --- almost

March 9

Hekate Again . . . and Mama Cobra

March 2

A Gathering of Friends (with drinks)

Feb 24

Class in Session: The Big 10th & Love to the Other Side

Feb. 22 Friday

Butte Walk

Feb. 18

Birthday Tribute

We are glad you lived, Alan. That is all.

The Epic Potter Party

We all turn eleven.

The year I turned eleven, JK might --- and I can only say might --- have gotten around to her very first and now-famous sketch of a greasy-haired, hawk-nosed, cruel and grumpy story character, whom the world would one day know as both the jerkass wizard chemistry teacher from hell, and a total sexbomb.

Feb. 17,

I wasn't the only one to make and seal written correspondence in old English style. Family friend Connor, a very artistic sort, sealed his birthday card with a little blob of red candle wax, into which he pressed a tiny H with a steel-stamp. Connor's father also came as a passable Severus.

In a heroic effort to maintain a semblance of calm around a dozen junior-graders --- or at least not commit infanticide --- while on basically zero sleep, the feared Professor Snape turned to knitting. A Slytherin scarf, at that!

Hey, I'm the one who decorated the cake. And the consumate Slytherin in the room. So of course I deserve the piece with that precious green and pearl snake on it.