Harry Potter Release Party, EastSide Borders. 11 p.m.
A Large, oily, twenty-something male nerd talks to a scrawny, greasy female nerd.:

Oily Male Nerd: She says this is the last book, right?
Greasy Female Nerd: Right.
Oily Male Nerd: Well, she has to kill him off so that no one else can write another book about him.