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Hermione on the CoS DVD: "...and it's written in blood."
Sarah: "What, she did a quick spectograph with her eyes?"
Mmmm, the fun of watching movies with physics majors.
...And the annoyance of one's roommate watching Sailor Moon constantly: I can now sing the theme song, despite never having seen a single episode. Jog.
Er, joy. The fun of typos.
Oh yeah! I rule. I just wrote a page in twenty minutes or so--which never happens--to finish chapter four of my Big Long Fanfic. It is now 41 pages, single-spaced, and 20,249 words. I'm really quite happy with it, and I think I'll actually finish it. The longest thing I've written previously was about 50-60 pages in sixth grade, and that was only 2/3rds of a story, really. But this one...will be done. I'm debating starting to post it, or just waiting till the whole thing's done. I'd ask everyone's opinion, but I think "everyone" right now is about two people, so the point is moot.
Speaking of which, for everyone who is, well, not reading this entry, and the two or so of you who are:
Next morning was Defense Against the Dark Arts, always one of Harry's favorite classes. They were working on the more complex Shielding Spells again; Harry watched in guilty amusement as Hermione actually cast an incorrect shield in front of Lupin, and consequently got hit by Rictusempra. Lupin cast the countercurse with a slight smile. Harry's inattention allowed Ron to hit him with a Jelly-Legs Jinx. He really need to work on his attention, he decided. Draco's words-"Don't stop to laugh at your opponents"-actually seemed useful. For once.
Each pair of students was surrounded by the warding spell Snape had taught Harry, sans modification. Lupin had cast them all rather quickly, but they seemed about as strong as the ones Harry was now producing. Harry wasn't sure whether to be proud he'd equalled his Defence teacher, or upset that he hadn't surpassed him. Proud, he decided. It was Lupin, after all. In any case, he was glad of the extra knowledge; he could watch the curses bouncing off others' shields and hitting the faintly blue-sparkling ward. He supposed they couldn't be taught the absorbing spells from the Dark Arts class here, since they were too draining for anything but Dark magic, and some of the students probably couldn't handle the absorbing spells at all.
Neville was over with Hermione. His shield spell seemed to be doing all right; without Snape to terrify him, Neville really did decently. Harry thought he was using Petrificus Totalis against Hermione's shield now, really rather appropriate given the happenings of their first year. Lupin had wandered away, and Hermione's shield was now functioning. Harry gave his own shield a perfunctory check; it was still holding, despite Ron's attempts. He turned his attention back to Hermione and Neville. Neville was facing away from Harry, and as he twisted to try to send another Petrificus Totalis around Hermione's shield, Harry got a rather nice view of his arse. Then he decided that things were really out of hand, if he was looking at Neville. Although he'd already known that. He turned his attention back to his partner.
"All right, Ron, my turn," he said. Ron quickly erected a shield, and Harry spent the next minutes attempting to hex his best friend. It was strangely enjoyable. Harry wondered if Snape and Malfoy were rubbing off on him.
So, there you go. Enjoy. Comment if you want...my oh so few readers. *g*