I've spent the last week reading Order of the Phoenix to some of the kids at the shelter and last night I had a dream that I was being attacked by Satan's armies and in order to prevent them from killing me, I had to conjure a patronus. It was in the form of a shamrock and it all started out okay, but then it turned into a snake and I woke up screaming.

It was not awesome.

The saint's potluck, however, that was awesome.