My name happens to be Kate, and I live about an hour from Adelaide, in South Australia (the festival state, the garden state and the wine state.) I babble almost as much as my sister fishergirl. She and she babbles a lot.
People always assume that being inside Voldemort's head would be an unpleasant experience that would tend to give one hideous nightmares. In truth, dear Voldy has ice-cream parlour issues.
And yes, as the banner states, this story is also written by my older sister
