Grins and Giggles

I've spent most of the evening reading The Eighth Weasley by Fyre, a HP/BtVS crossover that is absolutely hilarious, and I've been re-reading Harry Potter and the Long Summer by Mirriam Q Webster since around eleven thirty when I decided to save a bit of T8W for another day. I am completely in love with Mirriam's Harry. In the most recent update, he is sooo teen-y that I was about to fall off my chair laughing:

At long last the boy threw down his fork and glared at his professor. “Aren’t you even going to ask what’s wrong?” he demanded.

A somewhat startled Snape said smoothly, “Do you want me to?”

Immediately the hard look on Harry’s face was replaced by something vulnerable and hurt looking. “I just thought you would,” he said looking down at his plate and giving a one-shouldered shrug.

Snape regarded him a moment longer before taking a breath and saying, “Harry, what’s wrong?”

He had nearly despaired of receiving an answer when one came, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Snape repeated in disbelief.

“No,” Harry said petulantly. “I’m tired, I’m going to bed. I’ll see you at occlumency tomorrow.” He pushed back his chair and hurriedly left the room, leaving behind his highly exasperated professor.

I am loving that scene to bits right now. TO BITS! Snoopy dance! *going crazy from the mixing of HP and BtVS* Uhhhhg, mooooannnn, the haaarsh light of daaayyy...

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Hauntings

Ugh, the past. I cannot tell you how many memories I have of myself being stupid, or how many times I have remembered each one.

Sometimes I really can't stand myself. I think back to when I conjugated faire wrong, when I couldn't find something obvious in Fireworks, when I didn't finish my paper, when I had to run from my stalkery substitute teacher, when I said feh-kaide instead of façade, when I fought with Larissa, when I thought I might like Chris, when I told Sam about a killer stomach ache, when I found out what Bryce told the TB kids about me and French, when I found out that Bryce had been talking smack about Mormonism behind my back, and when I said something to Lawrence in French but everyone heard. Whenever I think about something good, it seems like there is always a bad thing attached to it, and I inevitably think of it soon after the original happy thought. I hate it.

Why do I have to be so stupid all the time?