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Am enjoying the HELL out of Pottermore
Hurrah! , particularly the bits that fill one in on things Rowling wasn't able to include in the books. For example, the backstory for McGonnagal. Wow. Who knew she & her Mum suffered from the Samantha Stevens Syndrome. Sad. Really sad.
In other news, I was sorted, not into Ravenclaw, but into Gryffindor. Real shock there, but then again, maybe not. I never thought myself as being true Gryffindor stock - far too cowardly. Then again...
I was in NYC a while back and saw a boy kicking the living shite out of a girl I assumed was the boy's sister. No one was doing anything to stop the viciousness. I jumped in and broke up the kicking, my heart beating a b'jillion times a sec. I was more embarrassed than anything else. The boy and girl looked at me like I was the one with a problem, as in 'What the HELL?! This is our battle, not yours.' Impudent street urchins.
Anyway, that's as brave as I think I ever was. I could bring up a thousand counts of conspicous cowadice on my part. Oh well, the hat knows best, right?
Oh, and for what its worth, Hazel. Ten and 3/4s. Unicorn. Unflexible. No surprises on that last detail.
Hurrah! , particularly the bits that fill one in on things Rowling wasn't able to include in the books. For example, the backstory for McGonnagal. Wow. Who knew she & her Mum suffered from the Samantha Stevens Syndrome. Sad. Really sad.
In other news, I was sorted, not into Ravenclaw, but into Gryffindor. Real shock there, but then again, maybe not. I never thought myself as being true Gryffindor stock - far too cowardly. Then again...
I was in NYC a while back and saw a boy kicking the living shite out of a girl I assumed was the boy's sister. No one was doing anything to stop the viciousness. I jumped in and broke up the kicking, my heart beating a b'jillion times a sec. I was more embarrassed than anything else. The boy and girl looked at me like I was the one with a problem, as in 'What the HELL?! This is our battle, not yours.' Impudent street urchins.
Anyway, that's as brave as I think I ever was. I could bring up a thousand counts of conspicous cowadice on my part. Oh well, the hat knows best, right?
Oh, and for what its worth, Hazel. Ten and 3/4s. Unicorn. Unflexible. No surprises on that last detail.