Inspired by casira

So what would your boggart be?

And your patronus?

I'm tempted to say that my boggart would take the form of a huge rubber band ball, covered in a combination of vaseline and golden syrup, and wearing toesocks. *shudders*

Honestly, though? I don't know. I get most scared by things I can't see; I have a seriously active imagination, and a scrabbling noise coming from the attic is far more likely to have my squeaking and hiding than any number of monsters/zombies/caterpillars/whatever.

I think my boggart would be myself, in ten years. I would be working in a McJob, I'd have no friends, I wouldn't have told my family that I was struggling for money and I wouldn't let them visit me. I would have terminal writer's block. I'd hate my life, but be too resigned to do anything about it.

This is too easy to imagine.

And my patronus?

A furry caterpillar, called Cecil. *g*


And yourselves?