He entered the musty old Wand shoppe.No need

He entered the musty old Wand shoppe.No need to ring a bell, the door creaked loudly enough, but Mr. Olivander did not appear.Instead a stooped over fellow with a mole rat face and

long, quivering whiskers peered out with beady black eyes and squeaked, "Welcome to Ollivander's Wand Shop, eek!" Wandering around, the customer picked up a rosewood wand with

eyetooth inlay. "Ah, ye have excellent taste, lad," a dark voice spoke from the corner of the shop. "That wand ye're holdin' once belonged to..." "How much?" the boy interrupted.

*Fine then* thought the wandmaker. *Learn it yourself the hard way*. "That'll be 18,000 scheckels, but don't..." But the boy had already paid and left. He planned to use the wand

for good not evil anyway. The wand had a curse when you said schecklemabobwowa

dinglehopper. Oh great, I shouldn't have written the word "schecklemabobwowa" because now you just read it and the evil curse is upon you! Quick, the antidote spell! You must

spell IconawannaBU. which most people get wrong and are curse by reading the word "schecklemabobwowa." The curse leads to your teeth becoming a british actor's and your hair

Becoming like that of French actress. Not that bad a curse. I rather like it. Or I did until November 16th, 2016. What happened then? The blue cameras mistook me for Charlotte

Rampling in The Night Porter. The bare breasts and swastika's were deemed too provocative for those of finer sentivities so they were hidden behind posters of Tito and MJ.