To put it simply I feel as if my body has been ripped away from my soul (which was put on the no-fly list by San Ity Incorporated and remained in Australia) and been thrown onto a doomsday missile heading straight for the prestigious Hogwarts and will be trapped there with the green, boil covered mutants left over for the rest of my days. As you can see I have a cheerful and graphic imagination.

 “Now as happily befuddled as you must be by our delicious feast, I hope you have the energy to do one last thing.” The teachers at the head table freeze. “Yes that’s right, the school song!”