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"It looks like a Grim if you do this, but it looks more like a donkey from here."

Mmm, Azkaban. Hopefully there won't be as much complaining this week as last week, as people seem to wet themselves with excitement over PoA and Sirius Black (I...don't get you guys).

HOWEVER. I am all about the Knight Bus. I LOVE IT. Even though it makes precisely zero sense. Ok, so you can't travel with Floo Powder, and you...can't Apparate for some reason? And the bus can travel REALLY quickly, but you still have time to sleep in a brass bed? WHAT'S YOUR GAME, KNIGHT BUS?



Speaking-of-only-not-at-all, I do genuinely enjoy scenes with Percy in them at this point in the series. Mostly because he has a badge that says Bighead Boy. Anytime he gets really full of himself, I am delighted. Hmmm...and I love Gilderoy Lockhart...and Zapp Brannigan...this probably says something about me. Like I enjoy when men's inflated opinions of themselves are lampooned. THANKS FOR TEACHING ME ABOUT MYSELF, HARRY POTTER. YOU TRULY ARE THE WISEST OF THINGS.


Oh yeah, Lupin's there. I don't care about Lupin. I find him pale, wasted away, mild and boring. TRELAWNEY, however. Oh, I love you, Trelawney. Also, I don't know if you all know this, but there's a McGonagall/Trelawney following. I'M NOT SAYING I SUBSCRIBE TO IT, because I do not; I'm just letting you know it EXISTS. I don't think I actually ship any of the adults. Except for...well, we'll get to that eventually.



me all the time

"Where is Wood?" 
"Still in the showers. We think he's trying to drown himself." 

Did I miss the dwarf dressed like Cupid delivering a singing Valentine? Damnit, I did. Anyway. That part's great.  

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, 
His hair is as dark as a blackboard. 
I wish he was mine, he's really divine, 
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord. 

The end.
 
(p.s. Sirius Black sucks)


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