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!]

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[atdelphi.livejournal.com]

Staffroom conversation:

McGonagall: Has something struck you as slightly...off about Alastor Moody?
Dumbledore: Nothing that I've noticed.
Hooch: I caught him peeping through Potter's robes at the Yule Ball.
Dumbledore: You see, Minerva? Everything's perfectly fine.

[biichan.livejournal.com]

Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?

[atdelphi.livejournal.com]

Hee - the feeling's much mutual. And your icon never fails to excite amuse.