I don't remember the plot, just the details: joining the navy...losing a tooth, the second right one from the middle...an apartment with a tide pool floor that I could never walk on in the dark or the crabs would pinch me...using the accio charm...a school bus.

Reconstruct and interpret.

Dear Potterphile friend,

If you could produce a corporeal patronus, what form would it take? Why? I know you've thought upon it before...

When I was little I used to fantasize about running away from home, catching a bus to San Diego, and hiding out in SeaWorld, like From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler style. I'd run around the park during the day, hide out in the bathrooms at closing time, and spend my nights with the animals. When they'd finally catch me, the SeaWorld staff would be so impressed by my relationship with the animals that they'd let me stay, and I'd become the youngest dolphin trainer in SeaWorld history.