Sartorial Detail #2

The only non-Quidditch part of the Pepsi Center were the three tiny pale muggle-boys that sat next to me: foul mouthed, jaded, crackberry addicted 20somethings with jobs they seem to think are important.

At one point, one of them said something about "annoying leftists" and I smirked. They noticed my smirk and said "why the smirk?" and I said "dude, you're at the DNC convention."

To which they said, "Well, you're wearing pearl earrings!"

I seem to lose all street cred with the pearls.

And then they immediately asked me --- not where I was from, not my name, just -- "So What Do You Do?"

I smirked again and looked away and said a little thank you to the universe for guiding me away from DC and to North Carolina, where my friends are a lot more magical!