

I'm not sure what in the hell happened to this book, but it looks to me like it took a lot of effort to get it into this shape. I, of course, have a number of theories on this. Perhaps someone rescued it from one of those book-burnings that the zany Religious Right loves to stage in protest of anyone reading anything creative.

When the maintenance crew cleaned up, they found a baby clutching this book which, somehow, prevented the attack on him from being fatal. The book, of course, was scarred beyond repair.

Or maybe--just maybe--the former owner of this book dropped it in the toilet and let the dog chew on it for a while before leaving the filthy thing out for her neighbors. Maybe someone in the building is a Mudblood and can put it back together! Where's Hermione when you need her?
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