QUOTE(Alysaw @ Mar 27 2008, 08:01 PM)

Several times I have seen vans going by that had this painted on the sides along with a picture of a broom: "Clean Sweep". Now, they say they're a chimney cleaning company but I have my doubts. I have also seen some very oddly dressed people in the stores, not surprising in Manhattan you might say, but I beg to differ. There's a certain look about them that makes me sure they are wizards trying very hard to appear as muggles. Just yesterday I saw a woman wearing torquise Crocs with matching socks, torquise stretch pants (and believe me they had to stretch!) a green jacket and a fuzzy pink fedora style hat. She had a small, red, shiny purse that looked to me like dragon skin. I conclude that there are wizarding folk all around us and we have to be vigilant in spotting them.
Is it all real? Of course it is. JKR wrote the books as fiction so we would have our first introduction into the wizarding world. This was done to determine whether it's safe for them to "come out" for lack of a better phrase. Once they can be sure of their complete acceptance by muggles we will see more and more of them and personally I cannot wait.

That's interesting! A few weeks ago I saw a white van with "Clean Sweep" emblazoned on the side. I think it was a chimney cleaning company too, but maybe it was just their Muggle disguise when on call-outs to fix people's brooms.

I know it was not the same van cos we live about 3,500 miles apart, unless it was a multinational or something.
On a train journey to Hadrian's Wall a few years ago from London Euston to Carlisle, the train stopped on the Ribble Viaduct, just north of Bolton in Lancashire. The weather was bucketing it down and the sky was all dark (was only 12 noon), and the train stopped right on the beginning of the viaduct. A few minutes later all the lights went out on the train and a big gasp went throughout the carriage. The lights were off for about half an hour. I thought Dementors were about to board the train like in PoA.

After a while the lights went back on and the train started moving again, and I got to Carlisle at about 2pm. I later found out that a powerline had fallen down onto the tracks a few miles north of the viaduct, which is what caused the train to stop and the lights to go out.