*facepalm*
I'm constantly bemused by the strange moments when my job intersects with moments of Potter fandom, even if the blurring of boundaries usually leaves me a bit creeped out.
For example, trying to help one of my many utterly bizarre students with his Cambridge application only to have him eyeball my (admittedly) maroon and gold sporty jumper and tell me I look like I walked out of Hogwarts.
And I'm still not sure whether it was the whole idea of the Potter association that unnerved me in that context or the fact that I was wearing Gryffindor colours. Honestly, I tutor with a house that's full of all manner of Slytherin, right down to the green striped ties. Stupid boy.
For example, trying to help one of my many utterly bizarre students with his Cambridge application only to have him eyeball my (admittedly) maroon and gold sporty jumper and tell me I look like I walked out of Hogwarts.
And I'm still not sure whether it was the whole idea of the Potter association that unnerved me in that context or the fact that I was wearing Gryffindor colours. Honestly, I tutor with a house that's full of all manner of Slytherin, right down to the green striped ties. Stupid boy.