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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.
Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.
Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.
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.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

My other half

They say that each person belongs to another, that each of us has a destined soul mate. If it's true, what would my other half be like, eh? Can I just wish?


He should be the one who ignites every sense inside me. The one who'll be the most considerate person, to me, and he'll always have my back. He should be my honorable firefighter, that is, when I run for the emergency exit, he'll be the one who I set my eyes upon. Not only that, he'll be the one who'll put out the fire inside my heart, whenever it feels like exploding. He'll hand me his handkerchief- to wipe my tears. He'll be the light to my times of darkness. He'll be there, no matter what, no matter how unimaginable the situation will be. He'll be my firework. Without this person, I'll feel like a living corpse. When he smiles, I smile. When he cries, I will too. He'll complete me.

Right now, my other half is my Querida. How can I survive high school without her, really? How can I laugh without her sarcastic, sadistic jokes? But I know, one day, she'll become someone else's 'other half'. Someone perfect just for her. A doctor, perhaps? I really hope it's that particular person. 

This is too personal, really. I don't know why I bother to write this here, anyway. I guess I'm feeling a bit impulsive right now.

Just thinking. And writing.

Posted by Luna Saphira at 2:42 AM  

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