--- The Eternal Lost Lurker <lurkerdrome@sbcglobal.net> wrote:

    "May I help you with that?"  The speaker was a tall redheaded

man

pushing a very overloaded baggage cart.  Beside him were four
red-headed children descending in size from nearly as tall as the

man

to just shorter than Duncan.  "I'm Ron Weasley."

And the potato farmer turns out to be just as fertile as his own
parents.
Big surprise there.

The Weasley family has dominant genes.

    "You...saw that?  Yes, but I think I'm getting the hang of it
now.  Maybe I can even make the Quidditch team someday.  Oh, I'm
Kirsten Kinnock, and this is my cat Jinx."  The girl indicated a
black cat that was emerging from behind her.

*groan* Still, I half expected this.

Yep.  In-joke city.

    Polishing off the candy, the children started talking about
Quidditch.  Apparently it was a sport played on broomsticks, with
multiple balls, some of which attacked the players.  It sounded
horribly confusing to Duncan, but then he couldn't figure out

cricket

either, and he'd *played* that.

"NOBODY understands cricket!"

     "But Einstein came close.  He was so close when he veered off
into that Relativity stuff."


SKJAM!

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