The highlight of my day caused me to smile--in public! I saw two small boys (either eleven or twelve years old) sitting closely over a piece of paper and using an ink pot and a quill. One boy had white-blonde hair, the other boy had black hair. I had the greatest desire to say in an intimidating Snape voice "Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, no affection in the corridors! Ten points from Gryffindor!" I restrained myself.
On with another highlight: War time. 'S about time. Let's kick his dusty Arab heinie.