LLAMAS.

I had to go with Crystalwank, but I might have to put the llamas on my desktop for a week or so.

And I went with the shirt burning, despite this gem of commentary from the inner circle wank:

I envision them as the terrified denizens of a small Carpathian village, hanging their houses with crucifixes and scrawling "OMG I DO NOT KNOW ANY OF YOU PEOPLE I CAN'T HEAR YOU LALALA" on their doors in blood in the hopes of warding off the Thing That Wanks In The Night; waking suddenly in the darkness and waiting, waiting for the gathering mist and the stink from the charnel-house, for hollow footsteps to stop outside their door and a stealthy hand to try their doorknob before with a slamming crack like a falling tree the wood of the door bows inward under the weight of a tidal wave of spooge... - mirabellawotr describing HP fandom