It’s funny how completely unrelated things will spark off such strong memories, isn’t it? I was reading an email from Yours Clothing about their latest new store opening in Runcorn. Immediately the first thing that popped into my head was the scene in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows where Harry is impersonating an unknown official in a lift at the Ministry of Magic, with the help of some Polyjuice Potion.
Harry received a heavy blow on the back of the legs: Another wizard had just flown out of the fireplace behind him.
“Out of the way, can’t y – oh, sorry, Runcorn!” Clearly frightened, the balding wizard hurried away. Apparently the man whom Harry was impersonating, Runcorn, was intimidating.
This is followed up by Death Eater Yaxley threatening to have a magical repairman’s wife imprisoned if Ron, disguised as said repairman, didn’t jump to his bidding.
Even though it’s almost seven years since I read this, it still gets my blood boiling at the injustice of it every time.
Which stories move you to righteous indignation?