Deathly Shallow

            It’s a story about 2 young men and a girl. They set off on an adventure, one where nothing was quite what it seemed. Turns out it wasn’t Gryffindor playing Ravenclaw in Quidditch but rather the Utes playing SDSU. The barmaid wasn’t a busty woman but a short Latino man with a faux-hawk. It wasn’t Butter Beer I was drinking, instead it was something called The Devastator Double Bock. Luckily our houses team one and there was much celebration in the great hall, or the bar, whatever. At the end of the night I talked to my portrait of Dumbledore, and by that I mean Emily since she has pneumonia and couldn’t sleep anyway.