Subject: re: thirteen diners, but who stands up first?
Posted on: 2023-03-06 16:15:46 UTC
Oh man, we’re getting close to the end now, aren’t we? I see that both the protagonists and I were wrong about Lockhart, which means . . . I don’t even want to think about what it means, I’ve probably already gone over any speculation I could make in past comments anyway. I am ready to lay hands on teenage Riddle now, I don’t care that he was a minor at the time, the idea that he sacrificed his best friend for some blood purity nonsense . . . I want to slap his prepubescent face so hard, he sees the insides of his own toes. Congrats, Lily; you’ve created a version of Riddle that I hate more than Voldemort!
On the other end of the emotional spectrum, I don’t know if you intended for this to be humorous or not, but I was literally laughing out loud when the beautiful, silvery doe Patronus steps daintily out of the forest . . . and then hisses out Sev’s smarmy voice! Like, I know that’s just the way Patronuses function, but the juxtaposition just destroyed me. It was very early in the morning, so maybe I wasn’t entirely cogent yet . . . Another detail I liked was Ron using Mordred’s name akin to the way U.S. speakers use Benedict Arnold’s as a shorthand for “traitor.”
They set off again, and now the trees were starting to feel a little more friendlier, relatively speaking.
Either “friendlier” or “more friendly” is less redundant.
—doctorlit is professionally obligated to say, “No chocolate for dogs!”