The drugs don't work

Well, this is it. I'm succumbing to my nature as never before. This afternoon I'm going to a nerd geek Sci Fi and Fantasy Convention somewhere in Ghent.
It all happened rather subtly, as I imagine these things do. First they offer you some stuff for free and before you know you're hooked, it's the same old story. As always, my friends are the culprits. Occie and Spike mentioned they were going to this Convention. Of course, like any sane individual, I pulled a brave face and politely informed about it: Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, you know the kind of stuff. The thought "oooh klingon warships" briefly (very very briefly!) crossed my mind, but that's where it ended.
Until Spike mentioned "and Buffy stuff, oh, and Harry Potter of course, yeah, it's a Fantasy convention as well"...

Slytherin. Merchandise.
Perhaps Willow-lookalikes.

I have to be honest, The Girlfriend literally forced me to go!

Erm no. No, that's unfair, it's not the girlfriend, it... it is I. How can I resist??!!!
The only problem now is what to wear... geekoutfits are of course nowhere to be found in my closet. But then what. I could go in all black, like a true... er... distressed person. But subconsciously I put on my yellow t-shirt and bright red cardie this morning noon.
I just realised... no one is going to take me seriously wearing a gryffindor outfit!
Aaack!
The first Gryffindork that bothers me is going to be in for a surprise... I'm a slytherin who's so sneaky she's in disguise...

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