
"You are: Fey Lilly! A Hermione for the seventies, you are bookish and clever. You have long red hair and preternatural gaydar. That's about it. Oh, well, that, and you are inexplicably capable of choosing your lifelong mate at age fourteen. Sadly, you will die a tragic death at the hands of an evil overlord."
I think I got Lily mostly because I answered the question "Do you use lube?" with "I don't need any." That's one of the things I really like about being a girl, I have to admit. That, the breast thing, and the hip-as-built-in-shelf-for-carrying-small-children.
The preternatural gaydar part is ridiculously true. However, even I, who (1)practically grew up in a hairdressing salon; (2)was seven when my uncle came out, resulting in heterosexuality and homosexuality being introduced to me almost simultaneously (the "facts of life" talk covered both); (3)has three straight men in her address book that are not the S.O.'s of female friends; (4)attracts gay men like Cindy C. attracts straight ones (handy for shopping, not so handy for shagging)--even I would not have spotted Remus and Sirius at 14.
Obviously, I haven't got the lifelong mate thing down. Lifelong best friend I did find at 14, though. (Ironically, a straight man!)
Happy Memorial Day! Have a burnt on the outside, raw on the inside piece of grilled chicken with a side of watery potato salad for me, won't you? Don't forget the ambrosia!