Wardrobe malfunction.
No magic could help J.R. Rowling get out of a rather embarrassing moment when her dress scooched down just a little too low exposing a bit more than schoolchildren should see at that tender age. Of course, photographers feverishly snapped. Only one out of the throng came to her aid by politely pointing out that ... well ... a few pages from her own personal book were showing, and I have to say, JK handled it with a grace and aplomb that I certainly could NEVER have mustered under the same circumstances. Me? I would have run off crying Hot Lips Hoolihan-style. But JK Rowling ... cool. calm. collected. Great, you saw my bra, let's move on.
And move on she did. More on my take from the press conference a little later.