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"It's going to be all right, sir," Harry said over and over again, more worried by Dumbledore's silence than he had been by his weakened voice. "We're nearly there ... I can Apparate us both back ... don't worry ..."
"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."
For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it’s safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing you ever do.
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Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Murder me just because I'm an over-acting fan. Try so will 'ya?

Salam. Bonjour. It's been long since the last post I posted. 


Look at the weird and a little bit long title and wonder for while. What could I possibly mean?


Here are some answers (if you ever wondered, though).


You know, these days people are rudely judgmental. And yeah, they're a little mental. They simply judge others without even thinking about our feelings, the pros and the cons. What the hell.


This evening, when I was watching Music Factory, channel 705, I cussed a lot when none of my favourites were on. Crappy. Like seriously. Ugh, hello? Could you guys play at least one McFly song?


Then, Party Girl's bass intro started to play. And I was like, 


"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrgh! Dougie! Dougie! McFLY!".


Yep, my reaction was extremely unnecessary but I wasn't thinking, y'know. It was like a dream came true. Well, I didn't actually dreamed 'bout them; I was just mentally calling them.


My little sister cursed me for being so loud while the others were practising silat outside. Pffffft. They were outside. I was inside the house. I couldn't have been THAT loud. Well, that's what I told her, my sister. And so, she left me to drool. The end.


So, would you murder someone just because she's a die-hard fan? Not that I'll die easily. I'm a die-hard fan-girl after all.


Mischief managed.

Posted by Luna Saphira at 10:52 PM  

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