Sometime around the time period specified only as 'forever ago', I was a member of the HP fandom. A dark insidious creature haunting the archives that went by the name of 'ignorant Suethor'. In the intervening years, I've grown, learned a lot and--I believe--have turned into a worthwhile writer.

I could be wrong, but I doubt it. I really, really do.

...what do you mean egotism? I'm perfectly humble. Stuff it, you.