1.31.2010
1.30.2010
Jan 30
Ah, yes. The gentlemanly, sedate tread of her youngest son coming down the stairs. Like a butterfly, it was. A butterfly the size of Australia.
1.29.2010
1.28.2010
1.27.2010
1.26.2010
Jan 26
I came across a paper yesterday on the floor that was filled with doodles. I was about to throw it away when McGee practically tackled me to the floor and informed me that they weren’t doodles, but some higher math that I can’t comprehend.
Jan 26
“Great, just great. My alcohol-induced hallucination just hit me, and I felt it. I’m crazy, that must be it. I’m not just drunk and hung-over, I’m friggin crazy. That’s wonderful. Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any…”
1.25.2010
Jan 25
“Heck, I think men who can’t cook are weak.”
“I’m going to tell Gibbs that you think he’s weak.”
“I’m going to tell Gibbs that you think he’s weak.”
Jan 25
“So, smart kids are like anomalies, right?”
The room went silent as the others stared blankly at Don, who had looked very proud of himself and his observation until he realized the results.
“What? You don’t own the word ‘anomaly’. I can use it too.”
The room went silent as the others stared blankly at Don, who had looked very proud of himself and his observation until he realized the results.
“What? You don’t own the word ‘anomaly’. I can use it too.”
1.24.2010
1.23.2010
Jan 23
“What do you want to see?” he asked.
“The place where the Unnamed One fell.”
“You’re standing on it,” Harry pointed out.
Unusually startled, he looked down and stepped quickly off the spot he had been on.
“Here? Not there?” he asked in confusion.
Harry followed where he pointed and saw that a brass plaque had replaced one of the stones. He bent over to read it.
“Here Voldemort perished,” he read. “Hmm.”
Harry backed up and surveyed the scene. “No, definitely where you are standing.”
“The place where the Unnamed One fell.”
“You’re standing on it,” Harry pointed out.
Unusually startled, he looked down and stepped quickly off the spot he had been on.
“Here? Not there?” he asked in confusion.
Harry followed where he pointed and saw that a brass plaque had replaced one of the stones. He bent over to read it.
“Here Voldemort perished,” he read. “Hmm.”
Harry backed up and surveyed the scene. “No, definitely where you are standing.”
1.22.2010
Jan 22
“In my experience with administrative matters, which is what any action to remove you would come down to, what is critical is how it would read if it were reduced to a memorandum. In this case the memorandum would read, Harry Potter, in parenthesis, THE Harry Potter, became incensed with his Auror trainer when the man questioned his judgment on a Voldemort-related issue.”
Jan 22
“They threatened me with declaring May 10th ‘Harry Potter Day’.”
Snape mouthed the words slowly, then shook his head.
“Basically my response,” Harry said.
“Ah, imagine, Harry Potter: The Bank Holiday. If the weather were nice, families could have picnics in your honour. Children would run about towing balloons and kites with lightening bolts on them.”
Harry’s noise of despair did not slow him.
“The shops would sell official commemorative joke wands that sputter in green and of course the parade, let’s not forget that.”
“Stop, stop,” he moaned, but he was also beginning to laugh. But Snape was warmed up now, apparently, and he sounded more amused than disgusted as he went on: “The largest float just before the end, would be a towering castle with a tall gold chair..”
“No . . .” Harry murmured, visualizing without will.
“...and you, waving and throwing sweets to the screaming children lining the streets. Everyone would have the day off, so they could all be there. The Ministry could revive the annual duelling competition on that day and the winner would receive—”
“Now that’s an idea…a duelling competition,” Harry said, trying on the sound of it.
“If you are assigned to hand out the trophy, you are not allowed to compete.”
“Do I get to judge?”
“Almost certainly.”
“I could live with that.”
When Snape sighed again, Harry asked, “Sorry you mentioned it?”
“I would take it over the parade,” he replied.
“What, no picnics?”
Snape mouthed the words slowly, then shook his head.
“Basically my response,” Harry said.
“Ah, imagine, Harry Potter: The Bank Holiday. If the weather were nice, families could have picnics in your honour. Children would run about towing balloons and kites with lightening bolts on them.”
Harry’s noise of despair did not slow him.
“The shops would sell official commemorative joke wands that sputter in green and of course the parade, let’s not forget that.”
“Stop, stop,” he moaned, but he was also beginning to laugh. But Snape was warmed up now, apparently, and he sounded more amused than disgusted as he went on: “The largest float just before the end, would be a towering castle with a tall gold chair..”
“No . . .” Harry murmured, visualizing without will.
“...and you, waving and throwing sweets to the screaming children lining the streets. Everyone would have the day off, so they could all be there. The Ministry could revive the annual duelling competition on that day and the winner would receive—”
“Now that’s an idea…a duelling competition,” Harry said, trying on the sound of it.
“If you are assigned to hand out the trophy, you are not allowed to compete.”
“Do I get to judge?”
“Almost certainly.”
“I could live with that.”
When Snape sighed again, Harry asked, “Sorry you mentioned it?”
“I would take it over the parade,” he replied.
“What, no picnics?”
1.21.2010
1.20.2010
1.19.2010
Jan 19
“You should welcome the new students, Harry. Make a good impression for the house.”
“Harry Potter,” Harry said by way of introduction.
“Uh huh,” Jonah muttered fearfully.
“This was not a good idea, Colin,” Harry commented
Jonah elbowed the new girl and whispered, “That’s Harry Potter,” as he pointed across the table. Mabel’s mouth fell agape.
“Hi,” Harry tried again. The girl actually looked horrified.
“I really am harmless,” Harry assured them.
“Harry Potter,” Harry said by way of introduction.
“Uh huh,” Jonah muttered fearfully.
“This was not a good idea, Colin,” Harry commented
Jonah elbowed the new girl and whispered, “That’s Harry Potter,” as he pointed across the table. Mabel’s mouth fell agape.
“Hi,” Harry tried again. The girl actually looked horrified.
“I really am harmless,” Harry assured them.
1.18.2010
1.17.2010
Jan 17
“I’m flying out front?” He asked, thinking of the fire-breathing feature dragons were equipped with.
“Yes,” Shacklebolt confirmed with another white-toothed grin. “Piece of cake, Harry.”
“You’re going to owe me a piece of cake,” Harry muttered.
“Yes,” Shacklebolt confirmed with another white-toothed grin. “Piece of cake, Harry.”
“You’re going to owe me a piece of cake,” Harry muttered.
1.16.2010
Jan 16
“I know because she’s Terry. And Terry… can move very quietly when she wants to.”
“She’s standing right in front of you isn’t she.”
“She’s standing right in front of you isn’t she.”
1.15.2010
Jan 15
Cheerfulness is a terrible, terrible thing in the morning, as is the phrase ‘good morning.’ The morning is never, ever good and never will be and one should learn that before one is punched in the nose for being too cheerful.
Jan 15
“Where are we going?”
“Nowhere really…”
“Where nowhere, exactly?”
“Nowhere, exactly.”
“Are you always this cryptic?”
“Not really.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Nowhere really…”
“Where nowhere, exactly?”
“Nowhere, exactly.”
“Are you always this cryptic?”
“Not really.”
“Oh. Right.”
1.14.2010
Jan 14
“Are those flogwillies, by any chance?”
“They are Belgian Sea Frogs. Very rare, indeed, yet still they manage to not be a figment of my imagination.”
“They are Belgian Sea Frogs. Very rare, indeed, yet still they manage to not be a figment of my imagination.”
Jan 14
“Miss Lovegood. Did your imaginary friend say something amusing?”
“No, Sir,” Luna said earnestly. “She and I aren’t on speaking terms at the moment.”
“No, Sir,” Luna said earnestly. “She and I aren’t on speaking terms at the moment.”
1.13.2010
1.12.2010
Jan 12
And it was only a first date; I’d be silly to jump to that conclusion…Good lord. First. As in, initial. Inaugural. First in a series. Flagship date of the Charlie Weasley Date Fleet! A sodding air force of dates! A calendar! A slew! A metric messload!
Jan 12
“This from the man who was kicked out of a bar for singing ‘Puff the Magic Dragon’ at the top of his lungs? And the naughty bits, no less? I didn’t even know there were naughty bits in that!”
1.11.2010
Jan 11
I dislike emotions. They’re complicated, messy and in my experience invariably end up as some kind of variation on the theme of pain.
Jan 11
I threw him a book. He opened it, and began to hum, tunelessly. I considered shutting him up, but at least while his throat was occupied making discordant noises he couldn’t actually talk to me.
1.10.2010
Jan 10
“So – you’re not worried about anything, then? The – er – Dark Lord, for instance?”
“What, Voldemort? No, of course not. No need to worry about him, is there? I mean, we’ll just get the Order together and go, well, you know, obliterate him.”
“What, Voldemort? No, of course not. No need to worry about him, is there? I mean, we’ll just get the Order together and go, well, you know, obliterate him.”
Jan 10
“You know, he thinks there’s a connection between us. Isn’t that funny?”
Oh, quite. Hilarious. Watch me laugh without my lips moving.
Oh, quite. Hilarious. Watch me laugh without my lips moving.
1.09.2010
Jan 9
Perhaps I had not been rescued after all. Perhaps I had died, and this was instead some sort of special inner circle of hell, reserved uniquely for me. I was doomed to lie there, unable to move, while Potter pawed at my body and spilled his adolescent angst into my unwilling ears.
Jan 9
He seemed unfazed by the sneer. This was worrying. Spending time with me appeared to have given him some kind of immunity to lower-level means of intimidation. It would be exhausting if my careful and precisely calibrated set of sneers, glares and scowls had lost their effectiveness and I had to resort to more potent means of terrorization. (After which, I reflected bitterly, he would doubtless find some way to blow himself up, it would somehow end up being my fault, and I’d have to spend yet more sleepless nights repairing the damage.)
1.08.2010
Jan 8
Do try to not fall into the lake, get eaten by a werewolf, wander into the centaurs’ territory or in any other way kill, damage or maim yourself in my absence.
Jan 8
“I cannot count the number of times I’ve wished to strangle you. Note, however, that I have managed to refrain from doing so. So far.”
1.07.2010
Jan 7
I identified what I felt as fury. Fury was all right. I allowed fury within my emotional repertoire.
1.06.2010
Jan 6
“Ow,” he whimpered. “I think I sprained my appendix.”
“The one you got removed when you were six?” George asked sarcastically.
Fred reconsidered his comment. “I think I sprained my spleen.”
“The one you got removed when you were six?” George asked sarcastically.
Fred reconsidered his comment. “I think I sprained my spleen.”
Jan 6
“If I hear so much as one word that could be construed as mutinous, I’ll cut your ears off.”
“It make more sense to say you’d cut out my tongue? If you’re going to make silly threats, you might as well make them properly.”
“Ah, but that would be a ridiculous threat. We both know that I’d never deprive myself of the pleasure of your conversation...and that I’d never allow another parrot on board. By the way, was it you who taught Cotton’s parrot to ask me to bed?”
“It make more sense to say you’d cut out my tongue? If you’re going to make silly threats, you might as well make them properly.”
“Ah, but that would be a ridiculous threat. We both know that I’d never deprive myself of the pleasure of your conversation...and that I’d never allow another parrot on board. By the way, was it you who taught Cotton’s parrot to ask me to bed?”
1.05.2010
Jan 5
“Have you ever even considered a respectable life, Sparrow? A job, a home…marriage?”
“Marriage?” his confusion seemed perfectly genuine. “You’re joking.”
Jack crossed the ship to Anamaria, with some lewd comment that got him slapped for the fourth time that day. James hadn’t been joking, but when he saw that, he decided he might as well have been.
“Marriage?” his confusion seemed perfectly genuine. “You’re joking.”
Jack crossed the ship to Anamaria, with some lewd comment that got him slapped for the fourth time that day. James hadn’t been joking, but when he saw that, he decided he might as well have been.
Jan 5
“Take this down. Postscript: We still have your bloody friend Norrington. He’s doing well…”
“I will not refer to myself as your bloody friend Norrington. I’ll write we still have Commodore Norrington”
“What kind of name is Commodore Norrington for a pirate, anyway? Write: Your bloody friend Norrington is doing rather well. I think your bloody friend Norrington and I are going to get along splendidly. As a matter of fact, it was actually your bloody friend Norrington who—”
Realizing that Jack intended to fit in as many ‘your bloody friend’s’ as possible, he interrupted through clenched teeth, “—who pointed out that we will soon run out of ink, Captain.”
“Ah. Fine–then we’ll cut the trimmings. Write: as a matter of fact, it was actually Y.B.F. Norrington—”
By the end of the letter, he had been reduced to “YBFN”, but he supposed the senseless collection of letters was slightly preferable to the ridiculous title in its entirety.
“I will not refer to myself as your bloody friend Norrington. I’ll write we still have Commodore Norrington”
“What kind of name is Commodore Norrington for a pirate, anyway? Write: Your bloody friend Norrington is doing rather well. I think your bloody friend Norrington and I are going to get along splendidly. As a matter of fact, it was actually your bloody friend Norrington who—”
Realizing that Jack intended to fit in as many ‘your bloody friend’s’ as possible, he interrupted through clenched teeth, “—who pointed out that we will soon run out of ink, Captain.”
“Ah. Fine–then we’ll cut the trimmings. Write: as a matter of fact, it was actually Y.B.F. Norrington—”
By the end of the letter, he had been reduced to “YBFN”, but he supposed the senseless collection of letters was slightly preferable to the ridiculous title in its entirety.
1.04.2010
Jan 4
“You will take me home without embarrassing me in front of all of Port Royal."
“How about half of Port Royal?”
“How about half of Port Royal?”
1.03.2010
Jan 3
“I don’t want to go through school all over again! Potions class with the Slytherins! Transfiguration homework!” He shuddered and then glanced meaningfully at his wife, “Separate dormitories!”
Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes and responded, “Inter-house Quidditch.”
Ron turned to Harry and asked, “When can we leave?”
Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes and responded, “Inter-house Quidditch.”
Ron turned to Harry and asked, “When can we leave?”
Jan 3
Her years as an Auror had given her a strong need to follow any rules and regulations down to the letter. Except in cases where said rules and regulations interfered with her fun, in which case she would rip the proverbial book into tattered shreds and then set fire to the individual pieces.
1.02.2010
Jan 2
Everyone had paused to wonder, not for the first time either, just how often that particular group of dark wizards had been dropped on their heads when they were babies.
1.01.2010
Jan 1
The silence that fell after that simple statement was absolute. The kind of silence usually reserved for when somebody announced that the world was about to end.
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