Another Harry Potter moment.
I'm sitting in the car with our golden doodle, waiting for my partner to emerge from the grocery store.
A young woman, perhaps 14 or 15 years old, tall and thin with that angularity of body that speaks of a recent growth spurt, walks past, supporting an elderly woman, apparently her grandmother.
She's wearing jeans and a mauve t-shirt that appears at first to be unremarkable.
Then, after helping her grandmother into the front seat, she turns and looks past me and my car toward the door to the store. For the first time, I catch a glimpse of the front of the shirt.
It says "Muggle" in a flowing script.
That's it. Just "Muggle".
Brilliant. I'm so used to seeing people (like me) wearing items that suggest they are members of the magical world of Harry Potter -- like my own Gryffindor scarf, for example -- and here is this young woman making no such claim.
She's one of the world's non-magical folk. And she's proud of the fact.
I wonder where she got the shirt.
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