The End

Finished reading Deathly Hallows yesterday (my reactions ranging from D: to :D to O_O to T^T to X3), and I wanted to see how I faired in my predictions: Wrong, mostly right, totally wrong (and my reaction was D:), totally right, 100% right (and much squeeing occurred), right again, so very right, wrong (but that didn't stop Neville from being made of awesome), right, I didn't even think that was going to happen (I just had too much Star Wars and too little sleep), and yes for both of those last two (and again, my reaction was D:). So, in total, I was 73% correct in my predictions, so that gets me a C- in Divination. Ah well, it's a pass :P

Harry Potter and the Bloody Long Wait

So, seven days until Deathly Hallows and I'm already freaking out.

Well, I say "already" like this is a new development, but the truth is that my fangirlish impulses have been on a steady simmer ever since the onset of about May, when I first placed my preorder of the book, and I've been getting steadily more excited as the 21st of July grew ever closer.

Words can't really describe how buzzed I am about the final instalment in the Harry Potter series. Why, just this morning, Trevor flailed at me madly while whining, "Fuck off!" before slamming his door in my face. Rude little bastard, he is.

Anyway, my excitement did decrease a little this last week, because OMG IT WAS TOO FUCKING HOT TO FUNCTION, LIKE WOAH.

Honestly, I can't handle heat all that well. Genetically, I come from mostly northern European stock, with some Mongolian thrown in from when they were tearing across the continent, raping, pillaging and plundering, as well as liberal amounts of Canadian and British Isles. And what do those regions all have in common? COOL CLIMATES.

I am built, both genetically and physically, for colder climates. I have a stocky build, much more muscle than fat, and I am most definitely not waif-like. I'm fair skinned and dark haired, ideal for cooler climates and not much sun, so when the humidex hits 36C, I become unable to function on most levels. I am especially lacking in sleep. In short, FUCK YOU GLOBAL WARMING, AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON!

But now that we're finally, finally getting some cooler weather (and we may even get a deluge of sweet, delicious rain soon), I am able to resume my obsession of all things Potter, which leads me to the reason for this post: Book 7 predictions!

(These are mostly for myself than for anyone else, so you're free to skip these if you so desire)

Firstly, Deathly Hallows, what does that mean? With "deathly" generally meaning anything related to death, whereas "hallows" is some sort of holy, sacred place, I think that the Deathly Hallows are some sort of graveyard or war memorial, possibly where Lily and James are buried, or where a Horcrux is hidden, or where the final battle between Harry and Voldemort will take place (or possibly all three).

Secondly, Snape. Many people seem bound and determined to vilify him, but I think he's going to come out a tragic hero in the end. Snape is going to die, I have no doubt about that, but I think he's going to die in an act of redemption, possibly taking a fatal blow that was meant for either Harry or Lupin, and somehow or other it will be revealed that he had always been working for Dumbledor.

Thirdly, if any of the Weasleys are going to die, it's going to be either Charlie or Percy, in that order. Charlie, because he's had the least page time of any of the Weasleys, and Percy because he's been such an asshole in the last couple of books. If Charlie dies, it's going to be in the middle of a battle, possibly going up against an army of giants, and he'll be on dragonback. Percy, on the other hand, will be killed by Death Eaters if and when they storm the Ministry, and it'll either be quick and underhanded, or it'll be while he's holding the DEs back to give other Ministry workers a time to escape, maybe even forcing his father into a Floo just seconds before the fatal curse is cast.

See, I sekritly luve angsty drama. *sheds some emo tears and mimics slitting wrists*

Fourthly, people who I figure DEFINITELY 100% WILL NOT DIE: Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. JK Rowling seems like too much of a decent human being to kill off her main characters and love interests. NOT LIKE SOME AUTHORS WHO TAKE GREAT JOYS IN EMOTIONALLY TORMENTING THEIR READERS!!! *more emo tears and wrist slitting*

Fifthly, if there is an on-page kiss (dare I say snog?) between Ron and Hermione, Hermione's going to be the one to initiate it, and it'll probably be right before or after the final battle. If they kiss anywhere else, I will squee with friggen' joy. FRIGGIN' JOY.

Sixthly, I think Draco is going to redeem himself somehow, and that he isn't going to die. Ever since Book 6, where Draco was shown to be an actual human being, I've had a bit of a soft spot for him.

Seventhly, McGonagall and Luna are gonna R0X0RZ, because that's how they roll.

Eightly, there's going to be some sort of showdown between Neville and Bellatrix again, and Neville is going to come out on top, because the poor guy's had enough go wrong in his life, AND IT'S REVENGE TIME!!

Ninthly, Fleur's going to show us that she's more than just a pretty face.

And Tenthly, Voldemort is Harry's father! ("That's not true," Harry will growl, "That's impossible!"
"Search your feelings, you know it to be true!" Voldemort will counter, his sibilant features twisting into a triumphant grin as he extends a had towards Harry.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Harry will scream, the cry of anguish echoing around the depths of Cloud City)

Okay, there is no tenth point, I was just feeling silly AND I JUST WATCHED THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK, OKAY?

So those are my predictions for the Deathly Hallows, and how many I get right will determine the level of victory dancing I shall do.

Oh, and a word of advice, whatever secondary character that gets lots of screen time, more than they normally would, that character is probably going to die. And there's something odd about the DADA teacher. *cackles madly*

Thnigs that happen at 3am

So, I went camping this week.

Well, I suppose you couldn't really call it camping. Chloe, Sable and I pitched a tent in Chloe's back yard and slept out there. Of course, I say "slept" like we actually got some rest, but that's a lie.

For starters, we didn't even think about going to the tent till some time after 3am, as we had been too busy watching X-Files and eating high-sugar foods to worry about sleep. So Chloe and I head out into the back yard, only to find that it had started raining, and we needed a tarp to put over the tent (because when it rains here, it can sometimes seem like a bloody monsoon, and we did not want to die by drowning in a tent).

So the two of us (because Sable had fallen asleep on the couch, the lazy sod) quietly ransacked the house (because her family was trying to sleep) as we looked for the damn tarp, only for Chloe to realize a half hour later that it was in their camper outside.

Then came problem number two, because Chloe didn't know which key on the key rack was for the camper, so we had to bring the whole kitten kaboodle out into the rain as we tried each key on the camper. Once we finally managed to open the thing and retrieve the tarp, we got Sable up to help us with the tarp. And only once we were all outside again did we realize that we had forgotten to get something with which to tie the tarp down!

So into the house once more, till we finally found some rope, and then back out into the rain, only to discover it had now turned into a fine drizzle, and that the clouds were clearing up, so it seemed that we wouldn't need the tarp anyway.

Back into the house again to get all out sleeping bags, then back to the tent to set up. And then we realized that none of us had bothered to bring a foam mat or air matress, but by that time it was very nearly 5am, so we decided to forgo any further searching and just try to get some rest.

Several minutes and a pantie fight later (though the pantie was just a cloth we'd brought to wipe off some condensation on the inside of the tent, why we called it a pantie, I don't know), Chloe and Sable were sleeping blissfully away, and I began to drift off. But instead of sleep, I entered a six-hour cycle of drifting in and out of consciousness.

I know I dreampt, though, because I remember having a dream where B'lanna Torres of Star Trek: Voyager was apparently the Spirit of the Earth (which was a glowing green, slightly amorphos, giant deer thing that flies through space).

In conclusion: We suck at camping. That and we probably need psychiactric help

In other words, however, I've started seriousley working on my Sailor Moon/Eternal Darkness crossover, and I hope to have the first chapter of that up some time this week.

Speaking of which, I made a Eternal Darkness fanvid, yo!


Hehe, but on Wednesday, the girls and I are taking Tara and Trevor out to see the Transformers movie, and we are presumptuously refering to it as "Marvin and Herbert's First Date!!!11!1!!!!one!!!1"

Of course, the ironic thing is that before we leave for the movie, we're filming a "tard wedding," in which the two of them are getting hitched XD

I am actually looking forward to seeing this movie. When I first heard about it, I was sceptical (though Trevor dissolved into a paroxysm of fanboyish delight when he found out), but all the trailers, coupled with Trevor's glee, have gotten to me. Besides, I was always fond of the Transformers when I was a kid. I'd watch that instead of all My Little Pony or Care Bears, because transforming robots > talking pink horses and bears that shoot magic from their bellies.

Unrelatedly, Leela from Doctor Who is, quite frankly, pure awesomeness incarnate ("Before you kill me I'll have this rat hole ankle deep with blood!" she quoth one episode), and the fact that the movie Ratatouille has to have the subtitle (rat-a-too-ee) really, really pisses me off. It isn't that hard to pronounce! *kicks an ignorant person*