By Owen Henry
I saw Emma Watson.
Not here in Oberlin, mind you. I saw her at the St. Giles Fair in Oxford in 2007. I was walking through the streets with a group of my fellow newly arrived Americans, when one of them started freaking out and yelling “THAT’S HERMOINE.” I feared him deranged, but soon discovered the truth of his words. She was very polite and her stern bodyguard, a man even taller than myself, threatened to rip every bone from my flesh with a twitch of his eyes. Overall it was very pleasant.


