In the circus, bears are expected to dance, and do it well

[yakalskovich]

Which is to say, what's weird for other places is quite normal here.

So today nazgul_nr_5 came to have her picture taken in the complete Quidditch outfit she made herself. Many times, and in great detail.

Not out of any pointy vanity or something, merely for business reasons.

It's quite a warm day today, but for the sake of Authentic Quidditch, the Nazgul put on, in this order:

• a hand-knitted Quidditch sweater


• a pair of shin pads made out of padded naugahyde


• a pair of knee pads, ditto


• a huge Quidditch robe


• a pair of warm black gloves (!!)


• the left arm pad


• the right arm pad, with which she needed my help at exactly one buckle

Then we went out into the second back courtyard, in the sun, and I took many pictures with her digital camera. In the middle of proceedings, she had to change batteries, but after trying to open the battery compartment with her gloved fingers for a while, she let me do it. She couldn't take off the gloves, you see, because she would have had to take off the arm pads as well.

While we were doing that, the Bulgarian woman the Metropolintans pay to clean all the staircases went back and forth about her business and smiled at us in a totally matter-of-fact way. She must have seen much odder things in our courtyards before, I guess.



Robe, sweater, and pads


Robe, from the back


The dreaded arm pad, and the gloves


Shin pads and knee pads (separate items)

The shoes are not authentic Quidditch wear, of course; they are the Nazgul's usual race driver's shoes. Tee-hee. As I know the Nazgul, she might even manage to buy Quidditch shoes somewhere. And then import them from Romania. Or something.