Hello Wizards, Witches, and Muggles alike! Oh, and the unfairly un-informed few. Here is my little shop of delights, a trove of adventure, magic, and our favorite settings finally converge once again! Oh, you might want to avoid this place if you don't like *spoilers*. But fans, I open my book to you and hope to take you through the warm, familiar atmosphere we all know and love. Please read and review me if you can! I appreciate it!

As for myself, I'm but a 'weasley' brand, a ginger lass, passing her thoughts and visions to text about a very, very favorite series. I have four cats, all with names of note. I love them not in the 'this is my kitty. Yay kitty!' type of way but the 'omfg I want them in be baskets with bowties on rainbows WHISKARZ'N'NOZEZ!' kind of way. It's unhealthy but I don't care, kitties in sweaters are amazing and I dare you to use google.

WARNING: This point forward is all cats. Do not feel obligated to read it* I have an old gal who is my childhood cat. She's about 15-ish and is a torti bobtail named Dali. She takes no shit and punches everyone who dares near her. She is unfortunately declawed, a practice I have no support for. This does not prevent her from laying the unholy smackdown on anyone who falls prey to her 1000 paw slap. Then there is BatCat. He's sort of the 'pack leader'. He is super social and is always headbutting my face for 'love me and only me and do nothing else' time, or kneeding into my hair, or grooming all of the other cats (except Dali, but he has made many valiant, but failed, attempts). He's long and lanky, and mostly black but with white on his chest, arm pits, and some pubes. His specialties are jumping really high (like on our shoulders or out of the dark at our faces when we least expect it), running super fast, being extra-scary looking when confronted by a dog, talking about stuff, and the biggest hairballs. Gus, or Gus the Bus Walter, is BatCat's ginger brother. He's got the same white spots, but the rest is orange tabby. He does not really meow unless there is something to scream about (like shrimp, or 'swimp'), but he 'hoots'. He is 'the tank' and really specializes in slamming into things and grappling with them. He likes to play very rough, so BatCat is generally his bro of choice, but even BatCat has been chased around the house by the Hooting Hammer. He loves to go crazy with all of his toys, whipping about and doing insane flips and tumbles. It seems to never matter what kind of pain goes after an action, Gus will put 100% into anything he wants. He also likes to be hit in the face. I KNOW this sounds like I beat on Gus's face, but I don't, though if I did I'm sure nothing would change. He likes to be hit in the face because it tells him you're close enough to be hit back. For a cat, this is awful because when it's Hammer Time, you want to not be on his list of shit to fuck up that day. The last one is my little girl, Wiener. She's our idiot savant. She sucks at everything all of the time except for little gems that were total 'wtf' moments. Wiener is the cat who has rolled off of the dresser by accident, off of the headboard (and onto our faces) by accident...twice, falls off of stuff or stumbles over her own feet, barely jumps for toys (and snorts when extra effort is applied), or just rolls around like a doofus in the sexiest pose possible. Yet, when things like a mouse, moth, or any insect passes before her the Wiener you knew turns into a highly efficient killing machine. Once a moth got inside and both Gus and BatCat were batting it about when suddenly, out of nowhere, Wiener snipes the moth and eats it mid-air. She is also a bottomless pit. Thank goodness I don't free feed!

So there. I'm obsessed with my cats, but I also love sushi and Harry Potter. Cooking tends to be a joy for me as well as hiking, doodling, or whatever little thing entertains me. I always want to live by the ocean and I hope I can eat seafood for the rest of my life!