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Dude, I am just ridiculously emotional these days. We saw Oliver last night and I was all sniffly through all the incredibly sappy and predictable plots points. (I suppose I can't fault Dickens for being cliche, I mean, when you're the FIRST to do it it's hardly a cliche but seriously? The orphan who happens to pick the pocket of the kind rich man who turns out to be his long lost grandfather?) Anyway, every time they said anything like, "Come on, my dear boy. It's time to go home." I'd lose it.
And just now, this brought me to tears.
It was Severus' advice that got the three together to found their own potions firm. Neville provided the Herbology elements and ingredients, Millie provided the medical applications and Hermione fused potions with the other disciplines to create, in only three years, the leading wizarding pharmaceuticals firm in all of Europe.
We're talking BAD Dramione fanfic here, people. Huge infodumps and pages of exposition, and yet the idea of Neville finding not only love but financial success and fame just makes me all wibbly. It really is perfect, too. I've always seen Hermione in potions :)
I suppose it doesn't hurt that I'm drinking the most mind-blowingly perfect cuppa while I eat my quiche lorraine. Man, this is good tea. It makes SUCH a difference to brew from leaf!
Last night I watched Felicity, that American Girl movie about the girl living during the American Revolution. Okay, hellooooooo Ben! And otherwise, very nicely done. Her little sister couldn't act a lick and her life was just a little too filled with reasonable people with good hearts who truly love her but, eh, it's a childrens story for pete's sake. Anyway, they had a whole big thing about tea in there (Boston Tea Party anyone?) and while Felicity is learning to serve tea as a proper housewife should, her father's store has stopped selling the item in protest of the kings tax. On top of this, she's trying to decide if she's a Loyalist (like her beloved grandfather) or a Patriot (like the rest of her family, except her mother, who is too proper to have an opinion and instead breaks into every argument with "Gentlemen, please...the children. Shall we talk instead about another subject?). Ben, her yummy father's apprentice, is urging her to stop drinking tea.
"I can't refuse to drink it. Tea is a symbol of a hostesses hospitality," Felicity tells him, quoting her ettiquete teacher.
"It's a symbol of the king's tyranny!" shouts Ben. You just know what she's going to choose, of course. Still, I'm thinking to myself: No! No, don't give up the tea! It's a beautiful thing...it's wonderful and smooth and hot with just the right hint of spice and a mild jolt of caffine to perk you up.
Isn't it time we as Americans (er...as Permanent Residents of this great country...) moved past the Boston Tea Party? When I am grown and my kids are no longer around to knock things over and demand my attention, I will have my neighbors over for afternoon tea. We'll use the good china and have little sandwiches and maybe a scone or two, and talk about books and politics and theology and the wonderful things our children are up to in their independent lives.
SIGH. This calls for the tea icon.
And just now, this brought me to tears.
It was Severus' advice that got the three together to found their own potions firm. Neville provided the Herbology elements and ingredients, Millie provided the medical applications and Hermione fused potions with the other disciplines to create, in only three years, the leading wizarding pharmaceuticals firm in all of Europe.
We're talking BAD Dramione fanfic here, people. Huge infodumps and pages of exposition, and yet the idea of Neville finding not only love but financial success and fame just makes me all wibbly. It really is perfect, too. I've always seen Hermione in potions :)
I suppose it doesn't hurt that I'm drinking the most mind-blowingly perfect cuppa while I eat my quiche lorraine. Man, this is good tea. It makes SUCH a difference to brew from leaf!
Last night I watched Felicity, that American Girl movie about the girl living during the American Revolution. Okay, hellooooooo Ben! And otherwise, very nicely done. Her little sister couldn't act a lick and her life was just a little too filled with reasonable people with good hearts who truly love her but, eh, it's a childrens story for pete's sake. Anyway, they had a whole big thing about tea in there (Boston Tea Party anyone?) and while Felicity is learning to serve tea as a proper housewife should, her father's store has stopped selling the item in protest of the kings tax. On top of this, she's trying to decide if she's a Loyalist (like her beloved grandfather) or a Patriot (like the rest of her family, except her mother, who is too proper to have an opinion and instead breaks into every argument with "Gentlemen, please...the children. Shall we talk instead about another subject?). Ben, her yummy father's apprentice, is urging her to stop drinking tea.
"I can't refuse to drink it. Tea is a symbol of a hostesses hospitality," Felicity tells him, quoting her ettiquete teacher.
"It's a symbol of the king's tyranny!" shouts Ben. You just know what she's going to choose, of course. Still, I'm thinking to myself: No! No, don't give up the tea! It's a beautiful thing...it's wonderful and smooth and hot with just the right hint of spice and a mild jolt of caffine to perk you up.
Isn't it time we as Americans (er...as Permanent Residents of this great country...) moved past the Boston Tea Party? When I am grown and my kids are no longer around to knock things over and demand my attention, I will have my neighbors over for afternoon tea. We'll use the good china and have little sandwiches and maybe a scone or two, and talk about books and politics and theology and the wonderful things our children are up to in their independent lives.
SIGH. This calls for the tea icon.