here are dementors outside my building. I can hear them shrieking, howling, and wailing, and they managed to push the closed door to my unit open and freak me out and my dog
. If this persists until Christmas, it will go down as the suckiest one in memoriam, right up there with the time my sisters and I got the chicken pox together
during Christmas break when I was a junior in high school. I 'm stocking up on chicken and ginger porridge for protection and relieving warm sunny days at the beach to help me conjure up some kind of patronus.