I don't exist anymore, but when I did, I wrote strange Harry Potter stories that usually involved (A.) hapless characters accidentally ingesting drugs, in the guise of comedy, and (B.) het romancin' written with the expertise of a high school girl. So, if this is your bag, I think some of my old stories lurk in the vaults of Sycophant Hex.

I have provided this snapshot of Fabio's bosoms as a parting gift...