Expelliarmus!

‘Twas near the eleventh hour of yesterday before the Owl dropped a package at my door. “I hope you have your reading glasses!”, quoth she, unusually talkative (for an Owl).
I tapped it twice with my wand. “Capsa Adaperio!” The box flew open

Inside was the tome for which I had waited so long, as well as an advertisement for a Muggle cinema and a flyer for Microsoft Vista, undoubtedly placed there by a Death-Eater in the employ of Owl Mail.
I started to read. The sun faltered and weakened as the dark tale unfolded. At last, I could bear it no longer. I paced the room, my heart distraught. If only I had Dumbledore’s wisdom with me now! For a moment, I thought I caught a glimpse of his bright, clear, blue eyes, and a word came to me — “Scones!”
Scones? Wasn’t that the name of Ron’s rat? No, that was Scuppers. Who was the evil Pettigrew in disguise! No, Dumbledore would never mention that name to me. Maybe I should make some…?

So I made some scones. They were just the sort of thing needed for the long night ahead.

Mmmm…. scones, Diet Coke, and a good book. Heaven!
I didn’t have the strength to finish it all in one sitting, and reluctantly, went to bed.
I spent the morning lost once more in the book. The search, the surprises, the betrayals and the heroism… It didn’t end as I expected; in fact, I think maybe it was entirely different than I thought. But I won’t say another word, except to have pity on my poor cat…

The final battle (well, of course there is one!) was so beyond imagination that a Immobilus curse sprang from the pages of the book and good Isis was right in the way.
She’s better now.

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