The Harry Potter Rescue Mission

Gentle Reader, this post will be mercifully brief. I just had a memory from my salad days*, and I wanted to share this brief glimpse of times long ago.

So, Harry Potter, and the series based on his antics, are a thing. If you were into it, when the books were still coming out, a new book was a huge deal. My dear personal friend. C.W.L. Darling, and I, used to only speak about the books in French ( which we were pretentiously taking) and refer to the hero as “Monsieur Pottier,” at this little tea house, painted in bright colors, that we used to frequent†.

Tea1

At any rate – we went to visit our very dear Miss Ward, while we were still in high school – she was a few years ahead of us, and was at college, in Bellingham, on the Canadian border. The Order of the Phoenix had just been released, and as you’ll recall, there’s a scene where the protagonists use a red British phone box to visit the offices of the Ministry of Magic. While Mr. Darling, Miss E., and I were exploring her college town, what should we stumble upon, next to the brick bookstore, covered in ivy? A classic red British phonebox, disused; windows broken, graffiti tattooing the interior. Obviously, we dashed into the bookstore to look up the telephone number that we were supposed to dial.

Box

S., Miss E’s much-older boyfriend, tolerantly held our coats as we paged through to the phone number, and crowded into the three-by-three antiquity. After dropping coins, the number actually connected – of course, we didn’t wait for someone to say anything before we shouted “HARRY POTTER RESCUE MISSION!!!” into the handset.

Ministry

The official line amongst us, unto this very day, is that we clearly made it into the ministry building, but three very silly Muggle teenagers also clearly had to have their memories wiped. Clearly.

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*Who uses the phrase “Salad Days”anymore? I do, evidently. At any rate, these weren’t actually my salad days; my salad days were a few years later, when I was able to be a proper gentleman, with buckets of money and no visible means of support.‡

It was called the “Enchanted Tea Garden” and was awfully twee, in a “We Want to Be Victorian, and English!” sort of way. The proprietresses were sisters, and when I was at college, the garden behind the garishly-painted Craftsman house is where I did all of my studying.

‡This is seriously the traditional definition of a gentleman. I was able to live this way for about five years – of course, it didn’t last, but what a glorious time!

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About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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6 Responses to The Harry Potter Rescue Mission

  1. I do. I still use the expression “salad days.”
    And I’m really impressed that at one point you could live the life of a gentleman. If I’m translating correctly, I’ve only been able to live the life of the scullery maid…

  2. ekgo says:

    I have a confession, one that might make you unlove me on the spot:
    I hate Harry Potter.
    He has made my life hell.
    Here are my feelings on the series, itself: http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/88458811
    but also? I resent him and his escapades because, as librarians, we have had to bend over backward while jumping through flaming hoops of monkey poop to make sure our patrons could get their hands on these stories and most of the time, we got in trouble because we didn’t bend far enough or leap high enough despite sneakily ordering the second book (everyone in my dept. had to order one because you could only buy one copy) from Amazon.uk before it was released in America AND three of us driving to several bookstores along the Front Range to buy extra copies of the third book because one person in the ordering dept. didn’t order enough.
    I swear. That series has been hell on me.

    • Tyler J. Yoder says:

      I completely understand! I was against them for years, before reading them – I find them a fast read, and what I think of as “trash lit” – sort of the literary equivalent of cheeze-its and sundaes. I remeber reading about the plight of the librarians, and feeling guilty about them. No worries.

  3. Erika says:

    Hmm it seems like your website ate my first comment (it was super
    long) so I guess I’ll just sum it up what I wrote and say, I’m thoroughly enjoying your blog.
    I too am an aspiring blog writer but I’m still new to the whole thing.

    Do you have any suggestions for rookie blog writers?

    I’d genuinely appreciate it.

    • Oh, wow, sorry I just saw this – (the website ate this one, too. Sorry!) Thank you very much! Blogging is a lot of fun, but it can be exhausting; it eats up a lot of your time once you really get into it.

      As for tips? Set a posting schedule, and try to stick to it. I mean, no one *likes* deadlines, but it *forces* you to write, even if the deadline is self-imposed. Have a couple of emergency backup posts ready for days when you just can’t manage to write something. And edit, edit, edit. Also? The Bloggess (if you’re not reading her, you definitely should be) suggests writing about three times more than what you actually publish, keeping the rest aside to be rewritten or trashed or whatever.

      Good luck, Ericka, and thanks for dropping by!

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