H'okay, so, as many of you know, I am, indeed, an obsessive Potter fan. ;D I've had my book reserved for like... Ever O_O So, last night, at nine, my friend Laura (Yeah, the hot one) came over to my house and we dressed as house elves. There are pictures at the end of the post, but don't go skipping down there just to see Laura, now! D
Anyways, at around ten, brooms in hand, we walk/skip/jump/run frantically towards Indigo, flying across the street on our majikal brumstics~ but not against any red lights O:!
We get to teh Indigo and immedietly the press is like all over us man! ... Meaning, the one camera from the local newsstation happened to look around, spotted us, smirked to himself that he'd found two nerds ripe for the pickin', and lazily turned his camera to follow us as we swept into the room, fashionably... Way early. xD We were greeted by a nifty girl with multi-coloured hair... Anyways!
We soon found out that we had arrived before any of the activities had started, so we were free to run around the store with our brooms. We did just this, attracting many amused stares from employees, but we know they were just jealous of our ears.
Soon enough, people actually began joining us in the store-- Ohmaigawd! So the activities begin. They use the speaker ssytemy thingy to recite the first Sorting Hat poem, which Laura and I of course sang along with while running down the stairs to be near the large stool which currently held a store-bought witch's hat. As we stood in line for the hat, we got numerous compliments on our costumes. They had four pieces of paper in it with the house's names on it and, by a complete coincidence, Laura and I both drew Gryffindor! ... Coincidence my a**... She pulled it, put it back in, and the multi-coloured girly didn't bother to stir it up again. I just grabbed it off the top and then made a big deal about drawing the same paper as her. We were informed that we should go to our first acti-- Er, class... Care of Magical Creatures.
Upstairs we go! At the back, there's a table, already half-surrounded by people. We wander up to the table, resting our brooms against some bookshelves. We're given a choice: Easy paper bat or difficult origami frog? Pssh, frog, man. Frog. The poor staff member assigned to the table had to deal with my complete incompetence and Laura's lack of caring. Eventually, however, we managed to produce two bright orange frogs that would have jumped around, I'm sure, had they not been so wrinkled from many failed folding attempts. Grateful to see us leave, the staf-- teacher tells us where our next class is... Potions at Starbucks, baby!
I hate Starbucks, but nonetheless, we sweep and twirl over to the next station, which consists of a bunch of mysteriously named liquids and the such. Apparently, they are trusting us to mix our own drinks here. With delite, Laura and I pour everything within reach into our white paper Starbucks cups. We simply grinned at more compliments and then stalked over to the next booth to drink our drinks.
At first, they weren't bad... Sour, maybe, but whatever! When we got to the bottom, though... Oh god... I would just like to inform you that lemona-- I mean, Dragon's Tears and chocolate sau-- I meaaan, Sludge From The Bottom of Lake Ontario ("Probably nuclear" was my comment) do not mix very well, so don't ever try it. Ever. Please. I beg of you. Laura was so disgusted that she was forced to throw her remaining sludge into the garbage can. I, however, made of stronger stuff and a soft spot for eating and drinking things that others will not, caught her eye, grinned (As only Satah can do) and tipped the rest of the utterly disgusting brownish crap into my mouth.
Our next station was... I... Don't really know. Charms, probably. Anyways, we got to colour things and received bookmarks with such witty phrases as "Reading is MAGIC!" and "Batty Over Books!" That doesn't matter very much, because we met these really cool college students who were almost as obsessed as we... Almost. They admired me for the fact that I've read books one to five sixty-seven times and I admired them for the fact that they could both draw very good Gryffindor crests.
Next was Transfiguration, and that just sucked so much that I prefer not to speak of it.
After that, everyone was getting antsy and lining up... It was bloody eleven'o'clock and I knew that there was no way I'd be able to stay still for that long. Even anywhere close to that long. Laura kind of followed me around as I ran around, taking pictures of people and pretending to take pictures of people. I only liked one of them, anyways, so I deleted all of them except for the one with the man who dressed up as Quirrel... He had a lace turban! LACE, I SAY! Oh, it was pure genius.
Eleven thirty. The speakers crackle. They say they're about to announce the winners of the costume contest. Laura and I smirk smugly at each other and the people around us grin at us like, "Oh, you're a shoo-in!" They annoucne two names... Neither of them being ours. There's a silence for a few seconds then a distinctly audible "WHAT?!" as both Laura and I tightened our grips on our brooms and shrieked. We then started to shove our way towards the back of the room, determined to find out who had won and ah... Take their picture.
We never ended up finding them, but the lines were starting to grow, so we parted ways. I had pre-ordered and pre-paid, and, after a few minutes of confusion, found out that that meant I was in a different line. After a few minutes of fidgeting, I slide down the nearest bookshelf and stare ahead of me, fidgeting some more. Someone a few people next to me somehow gets hold of some stupidly easy Potter trivia and starts quizzing the people next to her... The answer base slowly spreads, though, and soon I'm contributing in random answers. That is all cut short when Laura appears next to me, saying that she saw a broom and has left her mother to hold her place in line. We sit and talk and wave at people who walk by. Once, I heard someone near the end of the line say "... two girls dressed as house elves..." and I leaned over, dragging Laura with me and grinning broadly. I believe it was then that the fanclubs discussion came up.
Someone shouts, "Five minutes!" Immedietly, everyone is on their feet. Laura runs back to her line. I fidget and dance some more. They had eight people working the other line and only one working ours... Figures. *Mutters* Anyways, Laura runs over to me, holding her new book. I scream at her about letting me touch it and she complies, holding out the goegeous book, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I allow my fingers to brush it gently before I bring my hand back to my tie, squealing loudly. She informs me that she'll be waiting outside the store with her mom and I nodded, muttering to the line to move.
After what was apparently a few weeks, I'm finally giving the guy my name, getting the paperwork and a bag with the book in it. I run through the store screaming about how my life is now complete until the next one comes out and my dad, who had shown up while I was standing in line, follows at a calmer pace, apologizing slightly for my behaviour. By the time he was outside the doors, Laura and I were already prefectly silent, our eyes scanning the pages hungrily.
We were like that all the way home, completely ignoring any attempts at conversation that the parental units threw our way. We were willing to put down the books a bit at the end of my driveway to pose for pictures. My dad seemed intent to bug me, for when Laura and I finally parted ways (She's grounded and not allowed to sleep over... What an interesting party that'd be! "What page are you on now?" "446. You?" "453." "Oooh, wow...), he just kept zarking talking to me! Finally, he allowed me to put on my Potter movie soundtracks and simply read... And read I did. For six and a half hours, with one break to get new CDs and go to the bathroom and one more to get a danish, a glass of cola and some pieces of chocolate, I managed to roll around on that couch and read through the whole book. For three and a half of those hours, at least, I was crying. =D Yup! I haven't cried that much since Sirius... Was put behind the curtain.
HE'S NOT DEAD, GODDAMNIT, SO SHUT YOUR ******** FACE.
After that, I continued to sob for another good half hour, clutching my lovely book to my chest. I'm still, by the way, bursting into random sobs, that's how much I'm affected by these stupid books. *Grins widely*
Vital Statistics About The Books Without Any Spoilers!
- 607 pages long
- First five words: "It was nearing midnight and"
- Last five words: "... enjoy with Ron and Hermione."
And Now, The Pictures!
I don't have any of me since reading the book, becasue I am of the opinion that I am not very attractive after having cried for a few hours. *Smiles calmly* ... ... *Bursts into tears* I'LL KILL YOU, ROWLING!
I would just like to say that Laura is wearing my tea cosy, my striped sock, and carrying my broom. xP And I'm wearing one of my two G Corp shirts. x3 Also, I would like you to notice how stylish my shoes were... =DD Laura made our ears. We're going to sell them. xDD
And closer...
And closer still! =D I cut my hair a couple of days ago, by the way. Now it's bouncy. xD;
Me, waiting in line, eating one of my rations for the long, hard journey... xD; It was a candy that, when you sucked on it a bit, revealed itself to have a lizard-like rat thing inside.
Laura with the paper plate mask she made at Transfiguration... Can you maybe see why I didn't elaborate on this class? *Snerk*
Anyways, um, if we really read all that post, I congratulate you. If you skipped right down here to see Laura, damn you! Damn you I say! x3
Discussion
- How big of a loser Satah is
- Harry Potter and how much it rocks
- How hard it is to not blurt out spilers
- Staying up all night
- House elves
- How big of a loser Satah is
- Repeating items on a list because it's funny
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- How big of a loser Satah is
