You Are With Me

I wrapped up Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix amidst the goings on of last week and I'm already a good bit of the way into Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and holy shit Dumbledore's badassery is next level.

"If there is an attack," said Dumbledore, "I give you permission to use any counterjinx or curse that might occur to you. However, I do not think you need worry about being attacked tonight."

"Why not, sir?"

"You are with me," said Dumbledore simply.

I Promise You

I just got past the part in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix where Dumbledore thwarts an effort by Cornelius Fudge and a handful of clowns from the Ministry of Magic to arrest him for admitting to creating an army of anti-Ministry students (which he didn't actually do but said he did to save Harry's ass from being kicked out of Hogwarts) and the line that follows always gives me chills cuz my homeboy Albus is such a freakin' boss.

"Where will you go, Dumbledore?" whispered Professor McGonagall. "Grimmauld Place?"

"Oh no," said Dumbledore with a grim smile. "I am not leaving to go into hiding. Fudge will soon wish he'd never dislodged me from Hogwarts, I promise you..."

I Stand Corrected (but Not Really)

After yesterday's cocksure exclamation that I would have most definitely been sorted into Gryffindor, I received the following text message from Grace, the eldest niece of Anne and Kate, two of my college besties, this morning inviting me to make my Hogwarts house of residence official by answering a few questions on J.K. Rowling's official Pottermore website.

Even though I knew in my heart of hearts that I was destined to be in Gryffindor (I mean, let's be honest, I'm basically Albus Dumbledore), I decided to take the test and, wouldn't ya know it, at the very moment that I finished it the World Wide Web hard-glitched and the site made an error.

Pottermore won't let me take the test again, but I can assure whoever may be reading this web log post that I am NOT in mother-fucking Ravenclaw.

Not What Someone Is Born

There were innumerable highlighter-worthy quotes in the tome that is Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire which I finished again this afternoon as wind and rain splattered my living room windows into something abstract and beautiful and, per usual, Albus Dumbledore dropped some mother-fucking knowledge, son, this time on then-Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge.

"You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!"

And then there's this dandy.

"Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open."

Harry's godfather slash wizard-most-wanted Sirius Black snagged a seat on the knowledge-dropping express too, and put Harry's boy Ron in the know.

"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."

Fuck these books are dope.