Don't Make it Weird

My first trip to a kink convention

I have been attending science fiction and fantasy conventions for the better part of twenty years, some of that as a fan, most of it as a guest or panelist. I have seen every kind of cosplay the human imagination, a sewing machine, and hotel lighting can produce: scantily clad Ariels, Snow Whites of multiple genders, more Doctors and companions than one could shake a dozen sonic screwdrivers at. But nothing fully prepared me for the sixty-year-old man in a Harry Potter robe standing on the convention floor with his wand and crystal balls exposed to the public.