We don't make this stuff up.

[pauraque_bk]

Two-thirds of the way through GoF. I think I'm gonna make it this time! A couple of random things:

'Nice socks, Potter,' Moody growled as he passed, his magical eye staring through Harry's robes.

'Oh -- yeah, Dobby the house-elf knitted them for me,' said Harry, grinning.

'He is so creepy!' Parvati whispered, as Moody clunked away. 'I don't think that eye should be allowed!'

(GoF 365 UK paperback)

Emphasis mine. I'm with you, Parvati. o_O

The ropes of weed tying the hostages to the statue were thick, slimy and very strong. For a fleeting second [Harry] thought of the knife Sirius had brought him for Christmas -- locked in his trunk in the castle a quarter of a mile away, no use to him whatsoever.

(432-433)

Okay, WHAT is up with this? The knife, the mirror -- agh! JKR, what are you doing?


When I've finished the book, I'm sure I'll have more to say, but I don't want to get ahead of myself.

Also, I've just realized how you can make a two hour movie out of GoF: Ditch the first two Tasks.


[EDIT: Oh, I wanted to say -- happy birthday, Neville!]

Comments

[atdelphi.livejournal.com]

Hee - you know, I can kind of see Moody as the type to bring flowers around to some recently fallen Auror's widow. But then again, I'd much rather see him rattling the bedframe with big buff Kingsley Shacklebolt. And of course the enjoyable thing about Moody is that he's unlikely to get a love interest in the books, so we can slash away to our heart's content.

[biichan.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's the BEST part about him. :D :D :D