Trick or Blade

Last year, Halloween was a very inconsequential day for me. I went to Ike's for lunch with my friend Erin, I saw a dead cat in a window, and I eventually took the bus home from the Mission to the Richmond district of San Francisco. Whilst on this epic journey, I was surrounded by many costumed passengers including a Sarah Palin, an iPod, a Dick Cheney, and a "Dick in the Box" duo. However, the costume that caught my eye was that of a female Harry Potter sitting right next to me.

Her physical likeness to Harry Potter made her costume seem effortless. She had the glasses, the clothing, the scarf. The only thing missing was the lightning-shaped scar in the middle of her forehead. I became entranced as I imagined her playing Quidditch with Ron, Hermione and the whole Hogwart's gang. It was in this moment I felt compelled to say something. Unfortunately for me, for her, and for those around us, with my best Hagrid impression I blurted out: "Unlike all these muggles, Harry, I think your Halloween costume is by far the best!"

Her stern stare pierced through my soul as she replied, "I am not wearing a Halloween costume and I am not Harry Potter."

BLADED!