There was this fucking weird noise going on in the wee hours last night. It might have been a train, I guess, but you live in old town and you know what a train sounds like, and this just didn't sound right. It puzzled me so much I actually had to stick my head out of the window at gone two in the morning just to try and figure it out.
Also, I had the DULLEST NIGHTMARE EVER. I learnt the other day that nightmares are the ones that wake you up, and everything else is just bad dreams, and this one? Good grief, it was lame. I go into HMV with M, buy a book, go back out again and look at the time and realise that it's two in the afternoon when I was meant to be there at ten o'clock. OH SHIT, SUCH HORRORS OF THE NIGHT.
Luckily, I went back to sleep and dreamt that I was Sam Winchester, Boy King of Southampton, with the magical ability to save the world by taking my socks off, and that lessened the lame somewhat.
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ANYWAY, I REREAD DEATHLY HALLOWS THE OTHER DAY.
I still liked it a lot. If anything, I think I liked it more this time 'round. I still would have preferred it if Snape had been morally ambiguous of his own accord, and not because of The Woman He Loved, but it makes sense really. The whole bloody point of the series is the POWER OF LOVE, after all.
I didn't even hate the epilogue so much this time, either! It's cheesy and lacking in the gay (or the Luna), it's true, but it was sweet and I liked the kids, even if I didn't like their names.
Mostly, I just wish it could have had:
1. Slytherin involvement in the final battle.
2. Muggles.
PS.
BACON SALT. It's ridiculous, and I must have it!