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I would take this seriously.
Everyone have their ticket for tomorrow?
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Flourish & Blotts, the bookstore in the Harry Potter series. (via randomfives)
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“I remember every single wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather — just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.” — Mr. Ollivander on Harry Potter’s wand (photo by k-a-tielady)
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…Ron’s ears turned bright red and he became engrossed in a tuft of grass at his feet, which he prodded with his toe, ‘he must’ve known I’d run out on you.’
‘No,’ Harry corrected him. ‘He must’ve known you’d always want to come back.’
Pottering, Day Six-Going-On-Seven: Book Seven
I don’t have much coherent to say about this book considering I read the first two hundred pages from about 2 a.m. to 3:45 a.m. last night and the remaining 560ish from around 12:15 a.m. to 4:10 a.m. just now (I have the American hardcover version of this one which is spacier in its typeface/layout/what-have-you so it seems like I read a lot faster than my approximately 100 pages/hr for the British paperbacks). Basically, attribute this to it being the wee hours of the night or not, this one was a rollercoaster of emotions! I did like it a ton more this time around than last (I distinctly recall thinking that some of the plot points were too much like those in some of the fan fiction I’d read; the comparative meh-ness of five years ago could also have been from isolating myself in my room until 2 p.m. while waiting for the book to be delivered to my doorstep).
…so I’m trying to make sense out of what I want to say, but basically: I adore all the good guys in this to bits and J.K. Rowling is so frickin’ amazing my god I really have no eloquent words to describe how amazing she is I practically cried, multiple times, while reading this, and not just due to being somewhat tired.
…it’s 4:30, good night y’alls!
Seven books in seven days: mischief managed :)
