As the Social Distancing situation rolls on through its second week, I’m increasingly getting the feeling we are being guarded against the outside world by ever harsher methods in an attempt to protect us. In other words, it seems an awful lot like that time a legion of dementors (which, come on, why wasn’t that called a “murder” like with crows?) was sent to guard Hogwarts in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Naturally, this realization made wearing my Gryffindor socks today a clear imperative.
Now if only one of us could come up with a “white blood cell” patronous or something, that’s be swell.
Pud’n
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