Stories, I'm told, define us.
A little over 12 years ago, in this very building, they bopped me over the head with John Knox's britches in order to mark my graduation. Some traditions are weirder than others.
Edinburgh I can understand. But here?
(Much of Hogwarts is actually Oxford. But still.)
Selling meat and other stuff since the 1770s. I will be purchasing a pie here later.
#Hannah killed it, as always.
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