Harry Potter and I share a very distinctive quality: A scar that burns when certain events are close. Harry’s scar is shaped like a lightning bolt, located on his forehead, and burns whenever he gets close to his arch-nemesis, Lord Voldemort. Mine, on the other hand, is shaped like a smiling mouth, is on my butt, and burns only when I hear others talk about things that make them happy. I could potentially make a lot of money, charging depressed people to talk to me for an hour, and then telling them what I think they should do to achieve happiness. All I’d have to do is pay attention to what they were saying when my butt scar starting burning. It’d be a win-win situation. Luckily for me, I don’t have the happiest friends in the world. Otherwise, it’d be hard to sit down and have a good chat. :) I guess you could call my scar my Hairy Potter.