Well, it's happened, and I have no weeps left to weep. It's a sombre Harry Potter Friday, and Alice at Reading Rambo has brought us all together for a good old fashioned group-cry. Spoilers for all.
|Bring it in, kids.|
That freaking cave, you guys. How horrifying. And Draco, Draco who was almost ready to accept Dumbledore's help. Everything happened and Dumbledore fell and Snape gave away his sad, awful duty with his "DON'T CALL ME A COWARD," and I was fine, I wasn't crying. And then, as Harry walked toward the tower with Hagrid, "Harry heard Hagrid's moan of pain and shock." Then I cried. Then I cried all the way to the bank.
Hey, ho, while we're sad, look at this other sad thing I found:
EVERYBODY DIES AND I QUIT HARRY POTTER. At least in the movie you're distracted by the astounding awful badness that is Harry and Ginny kissing.
|What is that? They look like they're both thinking,|
"Just get through this. Ewewewewewewewewew."
Alright, this is deteriorating quickly. Leave on a positive Ginny note? Romilda asks her whether it's true that Harry has a hippogriff tattooed on his chest, and Ginny says no. It's a Hungarian Horntail.
One more thing: After Harry's last lesson with Dumbledore, are we any closer to figuring out why Voldemort chose a muggle diary as his first horcrux?