My Father, The Daemon Muggle
(My dad is well into his 70s, but clearly still a massive nerd judging by the recent text message conversation we had:)
Dad: “What time do you get into King’s Cross? I’ll meet you at Platform 9 3/4.”
Me: “About 1:00, as long as I don’t get trapped in London Below.”
Dad: “Mind the Gap, then.”
Me: “I killed the Beast; the Gap minds me!”
Dad: “I’m still scared of the Gap, but my daemon looks after me.”
Me: “Really? What is your daemon?”
Dad: “A medium-sized brown bear. Possibly with wings.”
Me: “Armoured?”
Dad: “No, but he does wear and black and white top hat, with just a flash of red to announce him to other rêveurs.”