On July 22, at about 2pm, I finished reading Deathly Hallows on a beautiful green Virginia vineyard lawn.  At the same time, Devin (Uilnslcoap on the Quill), came out of the house, took my hand, and asked me to take a walk with him.  Eager to discuss the book and too elated to be suspicious, I followed him down the river walk to a little clearing ( Read more... )