Dec 17

“If I want a good score, I just have to say that I’ll die in some crazy set of circumstances, like getting trampled by a herd of giant sloths or something.” The still night air was abruptly shattered by her explosion of childlike laughter reverberating through the forest.

“Oh, Harry,” she said breathlessly, “you can’t trampled by sloths! They’re slow!!”

“Racing sloths,” amended Harry, bringing about a renewed shriek of mirth from Luna.