You know, I was kind of hurt when I heard about your big... horcrux hunting quest. I mean, that's what I DO. I professionally hunt down culturally significant historical objects that have some sort of curse or bits of a dark wizard's soul stuck in them, and destroy them (whilst shagging a bunch of the natives). Or have them placed in a museum. Whatever. Either way, I could have helped. [AN: It's true, dear Harry. It's what I got my degree in. Cultural Anthropology is... Learning to be like Indiana Jones. Ask anybody.]
But then, I saw that big ass snake come out of that old lady's head, and... I wasn't too upset anymore.
|Totally normal old lady...|
|FUCKING HUGE SNAKE SNARFS DOWN YOUR FACE!!!|
I'm... sure you've got it covered. Good luck, kid.