I am a treasure hunter uncovering the next clue behind the span of golden wings.
I am Amy keeping watch while Dan uses his mad math skills to unlock the puzzle of the numbers.
I am Griphook, hobbling to guard the secret in the smallest of vaults within Gringotts.
All of these scenarios are playing out in my mind the moment I stop in my tracks upon seeing these bronze boxes, no bigger than two stacked fists. The intricate detail, the combination type dial, the sheer number of boxes stacked into the brick wall. All these things run rapid-fire through my reader’s mind and I am snapping a picture before I can even stop myself. Just thinking I need to save these somehow. It takes a few glorious minutes of imagining to pull me out of my reverie to realize:
I am in line to buy a book at a conference.
I am decidedly not a colonial maiden.
I do not have goblin’ish features.
I am looking at quite possibly the coolest university mailboxes in existence.