Eager bookseller (okay, it was me) to elegant, well-dressed woman wearing an incongruous 6 foot long handknit muffler--crimson and gold: "Oh! Are you a Gryffindor?"
Elegant well-dressed woman to eager bookseller (so icily her words actually freeze, fall to the floor, and shatter after she speaks them): "No. I'm a Trojan."
What I'm reading now: The New Bedlam, by Bill Flanagan
1 month ago