Enamel Pin Quotes

The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel basins. When I look up at the stars in the nighttime, cold and white and sharp, I think they must smell like that.

Impa and Genison stood back, as Link looked at himself in the mirror. Wearing a white waistcoat tuxedo with gleaming silver trim and polished black riding boots, Link looked like one of those bold, valiant knights in the Disney movies. A Sheikah crest of dark blue enamel on sterling silver had been pinned to his chest, and his hair had been trimmed and styled so as not to appear as scruffy as it normally did. "You clean up nice, man," Genison laughed, and next to him Impa chuckled. Genison himself stood in a similar white tux, but without any extra decoration. "Hey, Hans from Frozen called, he wants his suit back." Link smirked at his best man. "Is all of this really necessary?" Link asked, not truly recognizing himself in the mirror.

Over it all, I kept hearing people shouting out words I couldn’t quite make out. I cornered a woman, young, cornrowed hair that turned into ponytails with blue tips, wearing a bulky old leather jacket and leggings over runners’ legs. “Are you shouting out ‘Hufflepuff’?” As she nodded, I heard an answering call, “Hufflepuff,” and another girl, Latina, sparkly Chuck Taylors and a Ramones/Bernie Sanders mashup tee, emerged out of the crowd and gave the first girl a hug. I realized I could hear others calling “Slytherin” and “Gryffindor” and “Ravenclaw,” and other answering calls, groups self-assembling, hugging, showing their phones to each other, ignoring me. “Excuse me? What is this Harry Potter thing?” The girl grinned at me. “Dumbledore’s Army! It’s how we organize our affinity groups. That way you can always find people to get your back—the houses let us find the kind of people who share our tactics and style.” She tapped an enamel pin on her lapel, yellow and black diagonal stripes. “Don’t worry, we’re trans-inclusive. JKR won’t have a thing to do with us—we keep waiting for her to sue. You want to join? (less)

A woman in a fur coat emerged from the shop with two pedigree schausers in tow. Both had enamel swastikas fastened to their collars, and Russell wondered if they had pictures of the Fuehrer pinned up in their kennels.