Republican National Convention attendees dropped their robes this week for head witch in charge, J.K. Rowling, who demanded to inspect wands & chambers of secrets.
“I love working out now. I don’t mind that it’s 40 minutes away. Wonderful facility,” he said with a strained smiled to concerned friends.
“Enough with the tinsel and Santa costumes. It doesn’t offend me, but it throws off my whole groove when it pops up,” he explained loudly to strangers at a local Applebee’s.
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Between whisking, baking, and gas-lighting the nation, how does a modern woman find the time?