You guys, I’m so excited to (finally) be writing this post! After the week I have had, I really needed some Potter therapy. I won’t bore you with the details, but it involved plenty of paper writing, driving, giving a big speech, a cat (and house) that reeks of skunk, being sick, and sleeping very little. Whew, I’m glad it’s over and it’s time for the good stuff! Back to Hogwarts (well, we’re almost there, anyway!)!
GoF was the first Harry Potter book that I got when it was first released. As I mentioned in my very first post on this blog, my mom bought one copy for my brother and me and I would steal it when he went to sleep and read until I just couldn’t stay awake any more. I remember my first impression was that it was SO BIG. There was so much Harry Potter story to get through. How freaking exciting was that? A big fat book that you just know you’re going to love before you even read it? What’s better than that? I also still have the audio book on approximately one bajillion cassette tapes, one of which has been missing for about 10 years. Who else had/has these? Shout out to all my book-on-tape peeps!
CHAPTER TEN: MAYHEM AT THE MINISTRY
I worry a little bit about poor Mr. Roberts and his family. Are they OK? We didn’t really know the extent of this at the time, but severe memory modification can really FUCK YOU UP. Mr. Roberts, if you’re out there, I hope that you’re not mumbling in a mental hospital somewhere. Semi-related sidenote: the obliteration of someone’s memory sounds like a pretty heinous crime to me. I don’t remember if we talked about this in our discussion of the Gilderoy Lockhart approach to fame and fortune, but the whole mind erasure thing is pretty messed up. I hope it’s punishable by a really long stay in Azkaban. It’s nearly equivalent to taking away someone’s life.
Anyway, back to THIS book. The crew makes the trek back from the QWC in a somewhat more subdued fashion. Upon arrival at The Burrow, Mrs. Weasley is, shall we say, a bit upset. I wonder how close to danger the Weasley family members need to be for the clock hands to point to “mortal peril”. I have a feeling Mrs. Weasley was glued to that clock all night. What happens when a Weasley dies? Does that hand disappear? That’s so sad.*
On a lighter note, Percy is so annoying in this book. I would propose a drinking game wherein we drink every time he says “Mr. Crouch” or “cauldron bottoms” but we would probably be too drunk to read by the end… of this chapter.
I’m so pompous I forgot to be in this movie.
Amidst all of the Weasley reunioning, Harry pulls his best pals to the side and tells them about his scar hurting. OH MY GOD, HARRY! YOUR SCAR HURT? ARE YOU SURE YOU AREN’T GOING TO EXPLODE OR SOMETHING!? EMERGENCY!! I swear, they either lose their shit or they’re all like whatevs, we’ve got our own problems. You never quite know how it’s going to go down. Mostly, it’s panic city.