Off to the Mugglefest

I’m leaving early in the morning for Maine to visit family, in particular my nine-year-old niece who’s read all the Harry Potter books and wants me to go with her to the Mugglefest in Portland next Friday. I didn’t need too much persuading.

For what it’s worth: I think Harry’s a horcrux, I think he’ll need to be destroyed* because he’s storing part of Voldemort’s soul, I think Neville Longbottom will do it, I think Snape will die heroically in the Last Battle, I don’t know much about whether Hermione or Ron will make it (but poetically one of them shouldn’t), I think Dumbledore will be a portrait in a locket worn by Harry throughout, coaching him along.

(In non-Harry Potter events, I’ll also be looking for the spruce grouse and Philadelphia vireo, catching up with my mother, catching up with my sister, catching up with my friend Linda, and generally getting overdosed on green, which we don’t see too much of in the Central Valley in July.)

*This doesn’t necessarily mean killed, as in he might lose his magical powers…