Mmm...owls. Owls are good. And purple. And the taste of strange languages on my tongue. And the whoosh of a winter wind. And the smell of a sunset. And Let's Pretend in general.
And when I'm not doing that, I'm mostly being an associate professor working on mathematical models of language or drumming like a fiend or singing lovely things with lots of harmony. Or playing in the wild, wonderful world of hogwartsishome, where I was sorted at platform_934 into Ravenclaw. Because really, who doesn't like to whip their stairs about?