|From Gemma Correll|
It's topical, see, because of Firenze and the Anti-Umbridge Centaur Brigade.
I realize that no amount of centaur puns will distract from the horrible sadness that is this week's section of Order of the Phoenix, but I had to try.
Oh, wait, but how about this, said of Hermione on page 632: "Nobody was foolish enough to snap back, so she was unable to vent her spleen on any of them."
Gross, right? Totally gross.
Alright, alright, I guess we can talk about the horrible sadness. I got to the Department of Mysteries and I wanted to stop reading and substitute an ending of my own. Turns out, Sirius kills Bellatrix. And Voldemort. And then lives happily ever after in a sprawling-if-run-down country manor with Harry and Dobby and Dumbledore and Fawkes. And Hagrid.
Alas, it is not to be. What makes it so sad is that Sirius' death has that horrible element of doubt that comes with the death of any loved one. No, no way, they can't really be gone. All he did was fall through a veil! Surely you can come back from that. I was certain that our man Black would pull a Gandalf and reappear on the hunt for Horcruxes, but double alas, that's not to be, either.
And you know what, I was about to go through a list of things that smashed my heart into wailing pieces, like Harry's breakdown in Dumbledore's office, and the mirror (oh god the mirror), but I don't fucking want to. And that's the reason why, though it's been solidly proven to be a wonderful book, OotP will forever remain the one I read the least. Screw you, OotP.
|Too soon? YUP.|
Now on to the next one where we'll all feel better until the next guy drops. GOD, JK.