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Many thanks and huggles to one strangerface for a code. You're the bomb, sweetie. :)

And to all my fellow United Statesians...

Happy Thanksgiving!

To all my other friends not in the U.S. I wish you an extremely glorious Thursday. :)

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Erm, mireille626, stoptocheer? As I am v. tired of looking through past LJ entries and web areas of various peoples, perhaps you could just kindly point me in the direction of marcus_flint_'s incredibly bad poetry about oliver_wood_? Please?

Randomly, I remember why I love and hate my family:
1. They insist on bursting my bubbles.
2. I am treated like I'm 7 instead of 17.
3. But I love my Uncle Randy.
4. And I love my daddy when you get him with my Uncle Randy.

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You guys remember that Hermione thing I said I was going to write last weekend? I finally got it written today.

I am dedicating this story to my muse, Whot Rot. He's a scary little bloke who prances around with his Oliver/Cho t-shirt and Gryffindor scarf so tight it practically chokes him, but I love him anyway.

oliver_wood_? My muse is an even bigger Gryffindork than you or me.

At any rate, this is movie verse, from the Flourish and Blotts scene from Hermione's point of view, written as sort of a memoir. And I'm sorry, but I don't remember exactly what Lucius Malfoy said during this entire time, but I've spoken with every member of my family who has seen the movie, and this is what I was able to come up with.

( 'On Pride and Love' )