one night in "london"...

my dear sistar just reminded me
that one night
we were at b&n
and saw quills, ink, and parchment.

next thing we know we are sitting in our dining room
by candlelight
in cloaks and hats
writing Hogwartz acceptance letters
and deliberating back and forth in accents
about the qualities of each witch and wizard we were writing to.

and insulting other professors (each other) about the way they run their classes
and what subject they choose to teach
and who Dumbledore liked better. {it was me}

nobody in our family laughed
but I thought it was hilarious.
good show.

if you got one
the secret's out....
it was us.