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Happy birthday to

eva_kasumi! May all your dreams come true. (Assuming they're not like those dreams I have of being chased by dinosaurs, and dying when the coach I'm in takes a shortcut off a cliff, and being trapped in Balamb Garden and forced to commit suicide by casting Holy on myself. Yes.)

Shockingly enough, I have yet to acquire a copy of Half-Blood Prince. This is mainly because my birthday's coming up, and nobody (least of all myself) has a clue what to get me, so I think I should make sure that there's something I can ask for. So, um, I'll be getting it on the eighteenth... try not to spoil me until about the twentieth. (Although I'll probably end up spoiling myself, anyway. I found out about That Death in Order of the Phoenix when I was flicking through, trying to find my place, and just so happened to catch sight of a Very Significant Line. Fortunately I'd already picked up on the foreshadowing.)

If Harry does not die, leaving the path open for Neville to save the world (possibly with Mrs Norris as his sidekick) in the seventh book, I am going to be very unhappy. Also: Phineas Nigellus, being my favourite character, should have a much larger part this time. In fact, he can help out on Neville's Odyssey (Nevillesy?) too - maybe he could have his portrait strapped to Neville's back? And Lupin is not allowed to die. I forbid him.

The bit where it turned out that James was a git was great. We need more of James' gitsiness. Let's see how much of it Harry can endure before his head explodes. That can be how he dies.

(I don't actually hate Harry, but if his death is the only way to get Neville into the spotlight, then SO BE IT. I'll kill him myself if I have to.)

On a completely unrelated note, I despise mosquitoes. In order to fully express exactly how much I hate mosquitoes, I would need to invent a new language with seven hundred terms for different levels of fear and loathing. The walls of my bedroom are looking worryingly as if they may soon have more mosquito corpses than paint covering them. I think that I may have an actual phobia.

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The trick is to give Dolly the knitting early on so that she can make the muzzle...
...oh, sorry, wrong entry.

I'm buying it today. (I've already seen the blurb, actually, but that doesn't tell you much except . Although...you've probably seen it as well xD Still, just in case.) I fully expect Lupin to die, but I agree that Neville saving the world next book with Mrs Norris as his sidekick would be oddly awesome.

My dad recently gave me a tennis racquet (racket? o.o) type thing with which to zap bugs. The idea, I believe, is that you turn it on and hit the bug with it, and the electric current running through it fries the bugs. I'll try it next time a hyperactive hornet comes into my room and let you know how I get on xDD Maybe it's something you want to invest in.

Dolly is a scary, scary sheep. (MAGICAL PROTECTIVE SOCK! WHEE!) The most unnerving part is when the wolf first bursts out. "...right, that's not good. So the wolf was real GAH WHAT THE HELL IS IT DOING TO THAT SHEEP?"

Perhaps a bug zapper would be a good idea. If it's more effective than a book, that'd be great. Of course, what I really need is some sort of forcefield that keeps mosquitoes from entering the room at all. The current situation is something like this:

Riona: *looks around the entire room before turning off the light*
*pause*
Mosquito: eeeeeeeeeeeeee...
Riona: ...is there a mosquito? Am I just imagining mosquito noises again?
Mosquito: eeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE!
Riona: ARGH. *turns on light, hunts down mosquito, whacks it with book, turns off light again*
*pause*
Mosquito: ...eeeeeeeeeeeee...

EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.

How is it that you're pretty much deaf when it comes to everything else but hear mosquito noises everywhere? Maybe there's a mosquito nest in your room? Do mosquitos even make nests? Why do I keep spelling it "mosquite" and having to go back and correct it? The world may never know.

If there's a mosquito in my room it tends to eventually fly into my cool little orb light and die. Unfortunately, sometimes it doesn't. It's not even being bitten that I mind - I just wish they'd be *quiet* about it. In the airport in Milan the other year year there were some massive mosquitos...I never did fall asleep...

...this is making you feel wildly better. I can tell.

(Also, seeing as you're clearly online, why aren't you on MSN?)

*loves*