*throws both hands into the air and runs around shrieking about freedom, Baily's Irish Cream, the frost clinging to the cuffs of your jeans from teh four foot deep snow, good books, Teen Titans, sexy Slytherins, sexier Cajuns, ginger-headed Thieves, rented X-boxes, and the bizarre circumstances of the Mycenean sage involving incest, cannibalism, patricide, matricide, infanticide and freaking hubris... shorn down tea cozies worn as dresses no more! I HAVE A SOCK! DOBBY IS FREE!*