~ Carla Gray ~
(La Profecía)
La profecía 1.
iros a vivir a una gran mansión con piscina, comprar dos perros y tener 3 hijos. ¿O eran 3 perros y dos hijos?
El tono con que la jefa de Griffindorf contestó a su amiga, venía a decir que ella ya se lo pregunto, y no lo mató porque... Porque si no tenía que ser ella directora y para eso no tenía ni tiempo ni ganas.
excepto por el “Griffindorf”too perfecto…
La profecía 4 [El día después]
Igual estabas demasiado ocupado jugando a Ally McBeal para enterarte.
− Monny, es un Slytherin. Ellos siempre encuentran nuevas formas de ser crueles. −
La profecía 5 [Wyn & Lucas]
se aburría como una ostra en una conferencia de física cuántica.
había pillado al merodeador observándola con ojos de cachorro hambriento, lo cual la daba hambre a ella tb.
Ja, ja. ¡Vaya chispa! Le caía mejor cuando era un licántropo amargado.
− ¡Me voy a duchar! − Sirius se levanto con brusquedad de la mesa.
− ¡Usa agua fría! − Aconsejó Remus.
La profecía 8 [Algunas cartas sobre la mesa]
− No deberíamos hacer algo? − Observó Nyssa que se había quedado a un lado, junto a James, Snape Lucas viendo la pelea.
− Las ponemos a ellas barro x encima? − La sugerencia de James no tuvo el éxito esperado. ¿Dónde se podía encontrar gente que le gustaran las mujeres cuando se necesitaba?
La profecía 10 [¿Y a ti por qué te preocupa mi chica?]
− ¿Creéis que será él? − Las tres chicas estaban en la cama de Nyssa, donde la morena acababa de preguntar por el origen de un aullido que las llegó por la ventana entreabierta. − Suena... Agobiado.
− Sólo tu podrías distinguir el estado anímico de un lobo por su aullido. − Lily meneó la cabeza.
Wyn le miro un segundo, como si considerara por donde debía empezar a apuñalarle, pero en el último momento decidió que no iba a malgastar un cuchillo en él.
La profecía 12 [En busca de consuelo]
− A lo mejor es una retorcida técnica para atraer a Remus mediante celos. − Apunto su dama de honor.
− ¡Noo! Son Gryffindors. −
La profecía 14 [La bombonera]
Los siguientes 20 minutos fueron al demostración de que fantasear con bodas imposibles, puede llegar a ser útil, ya que la “boda” de Nyssa y Remus se convirtió en un mix de lo que hubieran sido las bodas de ensueño de Lily con Sirius, y Marlene con James. Que si carrozas de pegasos blancos, que si coros de hadas cantoras de Viena, que si pasteles de veinte mil kilos, que si rosas de colores irisados, que si anillos con diamantes del tamaño de la isla más grande de las Azores, que si lluvias de almíbar, que si Fawques hizo salir de sus cenizas un anillo de rubíes...
Por su parte, James y Sirius cruzaron miradas en plan “de la que nos hemos librado”, ya que esas bodas les hubieran costado un ojo de la cara y parte del riñón. Wyn y Lucas intercambiaban miradas de “Que locas”. Las miradas de Nyssa y Remus decían más bien “¿fue así? Pues para mi que yo no estaba...”
La profecía 15 [El último día en Hogwarts]
− No lloro. Solo enfatizo en tonos más agudos con alguna lágrima ocasional. − Corrigió Lily, sonándose la nariz.
Y tu Lucas, haz el favor de quedarte en una acera o en la otra. Que al final con tanto cambiarte de acera te va a pasar el autobús por encima.
Por un lado, estaba deseando cogerle en brazos, pero delante de James Potter, Lily no mostraría la menor señal de que en el fondo era como las demás chicas. Deseosas de formar una familia y de tirarse a James.
La profecía 18 [Viejas enemistades ¡siempre dando problemas!]
− Vale. − Respondieron modosamente todos. Bueno, Snape soltó un gruñido, pero un gruñido modosito.
La profecía 20 [No deberías hacer eso en tu estado]
− Amarillo palo y Magenta. − Repitió ella con sorna. − Se nota mi sana influencia. Cuando te conocí, no distinguías más colores que los 7 del arco iris.
− Y sigo diciendo que no hay más colores que esos, el resto os los habéis inventado tú y Rules.
La profecía 21 [Secreto a voces]
− ¡Largo de aquí! Que es verte y se me alborota la guardería.
La profecía 22 [El funeral de Peregrin]
− Que guay. Me encanta la familia de Wyn: es tan disfuncional. −
− Que relaciones familiares tan conflictivas tiene la gente de ese libro. − Comentó Nyssa en voz baja, de tal forma que solo Remus la escuchó. (NC: claro, como las relaciones familiares de los personajes de HP, son tan sencillas...)
Usando como diminutivos unos nombres que podían ser o de conejita de playboy o de extensión de archivo de Word.
La profecía 23 [La gran boda]
Nymphadora, la encargada de llevarlos, que había estado despistada tratando de que su pelo tuviera ese color fucsia guay que lucía la novia del primo de su madre.
− ¿Y eso que significa? − Salvo por la forma confusa de la confesión. − ¿Qué estas enamorado de ti mismo? Lo sospechaba... −
- Tranquilo, James, que los Evans siempre tomamos precauciones. – Le tranquilizó Peregrin. – Bueno, salvo Lily y Doc.
- Que para algo estudiaron medicina. – Agregó su hermanita con malicia.
(El Arte de Vengarse)
Capítulo 2 [La Dinámica Normal]
Pues claro q tiene q ver. − dijo Yeye. − si no les renuevan la beca a Remus & Evy tendrán q irse de aquí y nunca podremos los 10 juntos hacer picnics a la orilla del lago, jamas iremos juntos a uno de eso parques de “tracciones”, no bajaremos cuestas con la bicicleta al tiempo q silbamos una ridícula canción, no contaremos nunca las estrellas tumbados en la hierba...
Capítulo 8 [La Gota Que Colma El Vaso]
Por toda respuesta Evy soltó un bufido. Otra vez el mito de los ojos cerrados. Joy también estaba obsesionada con el. Según dicha teoría, si besas a un chico con los ojos cerrados es que estás enamorada d él. ¡Absurdo! Ella había besado a los suficientes chicos en su vida como para saber que cerrar o no los ojos durante un beso esta relacionado con que te deslumbre o no el sol.
Capítulo 14 [¡Abajo El Amor, Chicas!]
dando saltos de tres metros como si fuera uno de los niños de sonrisas y lágrimas campando alegremente por los Alpes. A los dos jóvenes les preocupo bastante porque era un hombre de edad y podía joderse la cadera
Capítulo 17 [El Amigo Invisible]
− ¿Tortura? − sugirió Snape.
− No. − rió Dumbledore. − Ese sentido del humor Slytherin...
se le apareció su yo angelito, con una túnica verde y una aureola de plata, y su yo diablillo de color verde armado con una varita tridente
(kawaii!!! *^* io quiero unos así!! ><!!)
− Sí q sé lo q hacen. − Snape decidió hacer caso a su conciencia. − Se van de putas.
− ¿Le has dicho q diga eso? − el diablillo miró al angelito alucinado. − ¡Pero si tu eres el bueno!
− Sí, pero soy el bueno Slytherin. − explico el angelito con expresión sádica.
Capítulo 20 [La Subasta]
− ¿Nosotros? – Snape se señaló así mismo. – Nada. – aseguro luego con la mejor cara de inocente q pudo. X desgracia, los Slytherin no sabían poner caras de inocente, ya q carecen de experiencia en ese campo.
Capítulo 22 [Demasiados Enemigos]
No tenía buena cara puesto q llevaba 3 días sin saber lo q era dormir. Había tratado de curar su insomnio dando un vistazo a los apuntes de HM, pero los jodidos se pusieron interesantes.
Capítulo 23 [Una Noche Muy, Muy Larga]
siempre con las quejas de Remus, ya q es un hecho científicamente demostrado q a un hombre se le puede: despeñar con el coche x un barranco, hacerle pasar 7 cristaleras, enfrentarse con una horda de samuráis sicópatas q no se quejara. Eso sí cuando la rubia de turno le este curando se quejara como si le estuvieran torturando. Conclusión: las rubias no son buenas enfermeras.
Capítulo 24 [Les Va El Riesgo]
− No necesitamos ningún curso sobre venganzas Potter. Evan y yo somos Slytherin. Nuestra casa invento ese concepto. – El tono de Snape era tan rencoroso como burlón. – Sería como si vosotros tratáramos de enseñaros de orgullo a vosotros 3.
(y el abuelo ha hablado *^*)
Capítulo 27 [Situaciones Embarazosas]
estás dejando que la realidad nos estropee la diversión
Por Amor Al Arte
Capítulo 7 [Cuando El Amor Se Acaba... ¿A Donde Va?]
− ¿Pero a que el que ella se este desangrando no le impide a usted leer el directorio?
(ah... *nostalgia* SM tenía q ser! ^^)
Capítulo 17 [Dentro del Laberinto]
Un siseo procedente de la serpiente, bastante picada por la manera en que la estaban ignorando, interrumpió por unos segundos la discusión.
− ¿Te importa? Es una discusión privada. – La riñó Sirius.
La serpiente suspiro, se enroscó y empezó a jugar con su cascabel hasta que decidieran hacerla un poquito de caso.
Capítulo 28 [¿Preocupación u Obsesión?]
obstaculizada por una Joy convertida en una versión fashion de “Pepito Grillo”
Capítulo 29 [La Vidriería de Gloria]
Remus volteó los ojos y musitó algo que sonaba a “¡Herbívoros!”
no diría lo mismo si supiera que aquello había sido idea del retorcido licántropo. ¿Por qué las chicas pensaban que era incapaz de concebir ninguna maldad?
(cuz Remus is 2 cutee!!! *^* [ahora si, de fijo q Tana me mata xD])
Capítulo 33 [Promoción del 77]
− Eso es verdad. Pero desde que está enamorado de Lily, Peter está muy raro –apuntó James
Capítulo 38 [La Vida Después de Hogwarts]
pero era una Gryffindor: por amor y valentía estaba dispuesta a cualquier estupidez.
(quitando el amor y la valentía, estoy al 100 de acuerdo con ella ^^)
Capítulo 40 [En Las Puertas Del Infierno II]
ya que si alguien iba a zarandear a Regulus para obtener información, era él, que para algo era su hermano mayor.
(kawaii!! ><!!)
En ellos contaba cosas muy interesantes sobre la búsqueda de la vida eterna y todas esas cosas que os encantan a los mortales
(mortales! *rolleyes*)
(Prácticamente Arte)
Capítulo 1 [Una visita al castillo de Bressay]
− Porque lo más útil e inocuo que sabe hacer Lily con unas agujas de coser es sacarte los ojos −señaló Sirius.
Capítulo 2 [“Océanos de amor para ti”]
(...)para posarlos en Sirius, que por alguna razón de suma importancia aunque incomprensible para el resto de las mortales, no le atraía lo más mínimo.
(...)y un ataúd de terciopelo del mismo color que las cortinas. Un adorno innecesario, ya que todos los vampiros dormían en realidad en colchones de agua porque era lo más cómodo.
No sabía qué le fastidiaba mas de la auror−periodista: que se acostara con su marido, que no lo ocultara o que cuando Giselle decía “mi marido” ella contestara “mi amante”.
Capítulo 3 [Vals vienés]
Él alzó una ceja: no dejaba de resultar curioso que, desde que estaba embarazada, la pelirroja tuviera cuidado al sentarse pero no a la hora de lanzarse contra un batallón de mortífagos.
Capítulo 4 [La que se armó en Viena]
Excepto en el caso de la llave del colibrí, cuya contraseña (Huitzilopochtli) era tan jodida de pronunciar al derecho que no se molestaron en darle la vuelta.
A pesar de llevar años sin tocar varitas más que para extraer sus núcleos. A pesar de nunca haber pronunciado un hechizo de magia negra. A pesar de sus propias reticencias al asesinato. A pesar de que su pronunciación en japonés era pésima...
− James, ¿te he comentado que en ocasiones veo muertos? −preguntó Will en tono casual.
− Sí, a mí me está pasando precisamente ahora mismo −le tranquilizó James.
− ¿Y a nosotros por qué nos meten? −se desesperó Will, que sabía que las discusiones de parejas Gryffindor sólo eran divertidas si las protagonizabas o las mirabas desde la barrera.
− Y lo mejor es que es ideal para pertenecer a vuestra familia: su nombre empieza por G. ¿A qué os la quedáis? −James compuso un gesto de vendedor consumado de coches de segunda mano y con los frenos jodidos.
Más tarde comprendió que tendría que haberse subido a su coche, atropellar unos pocos matones por cumplir y pasar de todo.
Capítulo 5 [Sobre ciertas adicciones...]
preguntó James con su tono celoso marca de la casa.
Capítulo 6 [La importancia de apellidarse Worstblood]
Aunque estaba claro que con tal de seguir la tradición de las “Es” eran capaces de elegir cualquier nombre.
− La llevaron a Kerkena. Allí tiene su residencia el que hoy es Ariel Worstblood, un elfo-balam considerado el mejor sanador especializado en semihumanos del mundo −siguió Michael mostrando la foto de un pequeño elfo, mucho más fibroso que la variedad doméstica de su raza.
− Porque es el único, según tengo entendido −matizó Alastor.
− Sus sentimientos por ella son cambiantes pero intensos −explicó James.
De esta forma no parecía tan loca como el día en que la conoció, cosa que la decepcionó un poco.
Después de todo, estaba claro que en el mundo mágico el grado de poder era directamente proporcional al de locura.
como queriendo demostrarle que su ex no era una santa. (Cosa que era del dominio público de esa mesa, por otra parte)
Capítulo 8 [Esos caminos de licántropos]
Jack se agarró a la rama como si le fuera la vida en ello, cosa que, por otro lado, era cierta...
− Me encanta cuando me haces proposiciones −replicó Jack con su humor totalmente recuperado. Ámbar, que traía un vaso de agua, dejo escapar una suave carcajada.
− La estás dando mal ejemplo −Remus arrugó la frente.
− ¡Qué va! −negó la lobita pelirroja divertida−, necesitaba influencia femenina, aunque sea de la mala.
− Que tu matrimonio con Giselle te quita cualquier derecho a tener celos de mi relación con tu hermano muerto −
Capítulo 9 [Lo natural de la historia]
pero el merodeador temió perder a su pequeña por el camino e insistió en conducir.
Aclarar que “su pequeña” era la moto.
¿Sabes? Esto que hemos compartido ha sido muy íntimo. Como el sexo, casi.
− Sí, como un orgasmo pero en asqueroso −concedió la Onza.
Cielo, voy a darte el mejor consejo que te darán jamás: hazte un favor y vuélvete lesbiana que aún estás a tiempo.
Capítulo 10 [La caza de la Quimera]
¡nadie retiene coma a coma y punto por punto todo lo que ha leído en su vida!
− Yo sí −corrigieron Lily, Jesse y Remus a la vez, casi extrañados de que el resto del mundo no fuese como ellos.
y tranquilizarla lo suficiente como para que dejara de compararle con todos los malos Disney creados hasta la fecha.
Capítulo 11 [Grandioso. Terrible, pero grandioso]
En esos momentos era cuando extrañaba al resto de los Worstblood: demasiado prácticos para tener escrúpulos.
− ¡No! En las películas de terror si la chica sube las escaleras la palma fijo -protestó la niña-loba.
− Siento meterte en estos líos, cariño −le comentó al bebé−, pero que sepas que esto es culpa de tu padre. Sólo a él se le ocurre mandarnos a casa con Voldemort. Habría sido mejor irnos a cazar quimeras en plan familia feliz...
Antes de que Lily pudiera explicarle a su tripa que "la familia que caza quimeras unida, permanece unida"
Lily trató de desasirse del abrazo de su marido (estaba algo picada con él por eso de mandarla a casa con un asesino en serie)
Jesse suspiró: realmente Moody necesitaba algo que le alejara del trabajo. Una novia, un novio, una mascota...
Aunque no entendía muy bien cómo alguien podía picarse más porque le arrojaran flores que porque le fundieran la cara...
La señorita Onza y yo nos lo estábamos pasando muy bien antes de que llegarais. No puedes llegar en plan macho y darle órdenes así como así... Tu prima tiene razón: tienes que aprender modales.
(Manual De La Buena Domadora De Fieras.)
Capítulo 1 [Establecer Las Relaciones de Dominancia]
− Oh, no −me levanté y me dirigí a Fluffy, ya que la cabeza con la que había mantenido el duelo de dominancia se peleaba con la de la pelota por la pelota. Yo me metí en el lío tratando de separarlas−. Basta ya, eres una cabeza egoísta. Deja eso, es de la otra cabeza. ¡Suelta la pelota!
Luego recuerdo que, al igual que ellos, nosotros somos ambiciosos, pero por contra, llegamos a la cumbre después de habernos currado la escalada, no como ellos, que llegan arriba porque sus padres les compran el ascensor.
(xDDDDD!! gomen, no lo pude evitar! y eso q habla mal de mi casa! xDDDDD)
Capítulo 2 [No Olvides Desparasitar A Tus Mascotas.]
Sonreí encantada, pensando en el día en que mi ex amiga desearía arrancarse la piel a tiras con sus propias uñas... Y el ataque de furia homicida a lo vulgar Gryffindor pasó.
− Eres... −Dediqué unos segundos a buscar el insulto más ofensivo y apropiado que ofrecerle mientras él esperaba impaciente− un maldito Gryffindor −solté al final, viendo que esa palabra reunía mejor que ninguna todo lo que trataba de decirle.
− Y a mucha honra −oí que me contestaba mientras subía las escaleras de la entrada a toda velocidad.
(O-O!! soy solo yo o a alguein más le parece un insulto espantoso?! xD)
Capítulo 3 [Cuando Todo Falla... Medidas Extremas, Para Casos De Emergencia.]
− Sí, Pearl y Lily están en una reunión de prefectos y... −Lupin se quedó callado unos segundos, como si en su propia frase acabara de encontrar una incoherencia. Sirius y James le dedicaban una sonrisa indulgente, como si ya hubieran captado el fallo y esperaran la reacción de su amigo. De pronto, yo caí en la cuenta: Lupin era prefecto−. Joder, la reunión... −y salió corriendo.
− ¿Pero cómo puedes decir que esa criatura tan mansa y encantadora es agresiva? Pero si es un peluche... Con colmillos, pero un peluche −este Remus... Debe de creer que todos los cánidos son como él, el 90 por cien del tiempo al menos.
Capítulo 5 [La Música Amansa A Las Fieras.]
− Los Gryffindor sois drásticos hasta para las definiciones.
− Si le pego a un puñetazo a tu ex, resulta que soy un primario...
− Yo nunca dije que fueras primario −maticé, haciendo uso de mi recuperada facultad del habla.
− Eso es lo de menos... ¿Sabes lo frustrante que es esto para mí? Eres la chica por la que más he esperado y tengo la impresión de que por eso de tanto esperarte terminarás reconciliándote con Toller, casándote con él y teniendo siete hijos, tres perros, un gato y una casa en Palma de Mallorca.
9.14.2007
new quotes
bueno, ya está. me acabé por ahora los fixus q me faltaban, así q de acá a q actualicen, no tengo más tonterías q leer y tendré q dedicarme a leer algo serio... demn... xDD
en fin, ya está, la actualización de los fixus.
los autores q leí: Carla Gray, WickedxWitch y una cosa terriblemente mala, cursi, ridícula y falsa q amé escrita por HSMTroypay07
por ahora, eso es todo,
besos miles ^^
en fin, ya está, la actualización de los fixus.
los autores q leí: Carla Gray, WickedxWitch y una cosa terriblemente mala, cursi, ridícula y falsa q amé escrita por HSMTroypay07
por ahora, eso es todo,
besos miles ^^
9.09.2007
Wicked
~ WickedxWitch ~
(Not Me)
she was the first who didn't fall at my feet the moment I set eyes on her (which, mind you, wasn't at all on purpose. She was there, and she was green, what could I possibly do?)
Something is happening to me. I spend less time sleeping through classes, and more time listening, in some cases even thinking about ideas that were raised during class. Once I even stopped myself from raising my hand to object something one of the students has said. Now this is frightening. Does Shiz have such affect of me? Why didn't they warn me?
Changed, for Good
Chapter 1
He wouldn't take offence from a girl; from a green girl, which was even worse.
Chapter 2
Who ever heard of caging? Of preventing Animals from speaking out? What sort of a twisted world would allow that?
Chapter 3
“You express no enthusiasm at all for a ball and dancing and new clothes, but on the other hand you're extremely enthusiastic over a book? That can't be a good thing!”
“Again, my father doesn't seem to think so.”
“That's because you're finally beginning to resemble him.”
Chapter 5
She was truly, really, genuinely green.
Chapter 6
He was head over heels in love with the green girl.
Chapter 8
And meeting her husband, he was convinced they deserved each other. He was as boring as she was.
Chapter 12
She held on to her broom as if her life was depended on it. Well, her life probably was depended on it.
“Fiyero, you frightened me,” she said quietly, sounding so scared and honest it made him feel bad he managed to fool her so well. “I thought you have... changed.”
He smirked at the irony of it. “I have changed.”
Chapter 13
“Are you alright? You seem a bit green.”
Huh. “Not as green as you, I'm sure.”
Chapter 14
“If you really think I will dignify this ridiculous question with an answer−”
Chapter 16
He practically invented brainlessness!
“but people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don't they?”
Lost all Resistance
Just for that moment... as long as she was his.
Spellbound
Chapter 1
“I know. I'm sorry, it's just... I guess I'm not quite used to it; to have someone to watch over me.”
“Well, get used to it. Because I'm not going anywhere.”
She laughed softly. “When you put it like that, it sounds like a threat.”
“It is sort of a threat,” he said, the slightest note of superiority in his voice.
Chapter 5
“You didn't make all those efforts to reversify me just to kill me in my sleep, did you?”
“Well, why don't you? Unless you fear the water will melt you or something.”
Chapter 6
“Wake up, green girl.”
Chapter 7
“One of our infamous traits is rescuing fair damsels in distress.”
“Life is painless for the brainless, isn't it?”
Chapter 13
“Good different?”
She laughed softly. “You look like a boy I used to know at school,”
(Not Me)
she was the first who didn't fall at my feet the moment I set eyes on her (which, mind you, wasn't at all on purpose. She was there, and she was green, what could I possibly do?)
Something is happening to me. I spend less time sleeping through classes, and more time listening, in some cases even thinking about ideas that were raised during class. Once I even stopped myself from raising my hand to object something one of the students has said. Now this is frightening. Does Shiz have such affect of me? Why didn't they warn me?
Changed, for Good
Chapter 1
He wouldn't take offence from a girl; from a green girl, which was even worse.
Chapter 2
Who ever heard of caging? Of preventing Animals from speaking out? What sort of a twisted world would allow that?
Chapter 3
“You express no enthusiasm at all for a ball and dancing and new clothes, but on the other hand you're extremely enthusiastic over a book? That can't be a good thing!”
“Again, my father doesn't seem to think so.”
“That's because you're finally beginning to resemble him.”
Chapter 5
She was truly, really, genuinely green.
Chapter 6
He was head over heels in love with the green girl.
Chapter 8
And meeting her husband, he was convinced they deserved each other. He was as boring as she was.
Chapter 12
She held on to her broom as if her life was depended on it. Well, her life probably was depended on it.
“Fiyero, you frightened me,” she said quietly, sounding so scared and honest it made him feel bad he managed to fool her so well. “I thought you have... changed.”
He smirked at the irony of it. “I have changed.”
Chapter 13
“Are you alright? You seem a bit green.”
Huh. “Not as green as you, I'm sure.”
Chapter 14
“If you really think I will dignify this ridiculous question with an answer−”
Chapter 16
He practically invented brainlessness!
“but people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don't they?”
Lost all Resistance
Just for that moment... as long as she was his.
Spellbound
Chapter 1
“I know. I'm sorry, it's just... I guess I'm not quite used to it; to have someone to watch over me.”
“Well, get used to it. Because I'm not going anywhere.”
She laughed softly. “When you put it like that, it sounds like a threat.”
“It is sort of a threat,” he said, the slightest note of superiority in his voice.
Chapter 5
“You didn't make all those efforts to reversify me just to kill me in my sleep, did you?”
“Well, why don't you? Unless you fear the water will melt you or something.”
Chapter 6
“Wake up, green girl.”
Chapter 7
“One of our infamous traits is rescuing fair damsels in distress.”
“Life is painless for the brainless, isn't it?”
Chapter 13
“Good different?”
She laughed softly. “You look like a boy I used to know at school,”
RENT
~ NaKeva Rapp Cullen ~
RENT: The Real Story as Seen By a Non Believer
Chapter 4
Roger pulls her outside into the snow, even though they both have weak immune systems and catching a cold would probably kill them.
End of Act 1 and one whole day. Even though the first Act is the longest, it all happens in one night and the second, much shorter, act takes place over nearly a year.
Chapter 6
Mimi: So you sold your guitar and bought a car?
Roger: Yeah. Can't walk to Santa Fe.
Mimi: Goodbye love, goodbye love.
Mark: What was the name of this song again?
Chapter 7
Mark: Don't breathe too deep. We do live in New York with all the smog after all.
Roger: (From Santa Fe which is really the back of the same stage Mark is on)
Roger: (Moving closer to Mark though still in Santa Fe)
Roger: I'm back and dying in America ten years before the end of the millennium
(Mark and Roger hug. Roger's back from the other side of the stage. I mean Santa Fe!)
Mark: Look it's Roger. He got his guitar back when he sold the car that took him to the other side of the stage. I mean to Santa Fe.
(The power blows for the hundredth time in this show)
Collins: But we really should open up that restaurant in Santa Fe.
Roger: I don't think there's room for it on the other side of the stage. I was just back there, not much room at all.
Mimi: A leap of MOOOO!
Maureen: Hey that's my line!
All: No other road, no other way. No day but today. So if we say this every day, what day are we talking about?
Girls: I can't control my destiny.
Boys: Will I lose my dignity? Will some one care?
Girls: I'd die without you.
Boys: Give in to love or live in fear.
Girls: I'd die without you.
Boys: No day but today.
All: Why are we singing different songs? Whatever, alls well that ends well.− NO DAY BUT TODAY!
(i do love RENT, i swear xDDD
y si, estaba muy simple cuando leí la historia xDDD)
~ WickedxWitch ~
(I Should Tell You)
“Tell the folks at home how you're feeling now, Mark?” he singsonged.
“Roger, this isn't a rock-opera!”
(One Short Day)
“Hey Collins!” called Mark towards the couple. Collins raised his head, a smile forming on his face. “Love your new shirt! It makes you look gay!”
(Saturday Night Fever)
“And yeah, I wouldn't mind some milk and cookies. And chocolate. And diet coke. And a toast with peanut butter and jam.”
“Anything else?” he asked, laughing.
“Wine and beer?”
RENT: The Real Story as Seen By a Non Believer
Chapter 4
Roger pulls her outside into the snow, even though they both have weak immune systems and catching a cold would probably kill them.
End of Act 1 and one whole day. Even though the first Act is the longest, it all happens in one night and the second, much shorter, act takes place over nearly a year.
Chapter 6
Mimi: So you sold your guitar and bought a car?
Roger: Yeah. Can't walk to Santa Fe.
Mimi: Goodbye love, goodbye love.
Mark: What was the name of this song again?
Chapter 7
Mark: Don't breathe too deep. We do live in New York with all the smog after all.
Roger: (From Santa Fe which is really the back of the same stage Mark is on)
Roger: (Moving closer to Mark though still in Santa Fe)
Roger: I'm back and dying in America ten years before the end of the millennium
(Mark and Roger hug. Roger's back from the other side of the stage. I mean Santa Fe!)
Mark: Look it's Roger. He got his guitar back when he sold the car that took him to the other side of the stage. I mean to Santa Fe.
(The power blows for the hundredth time in this show)
Collins: But we really should open up that restaurant in Santa Fe.
Roger: I don't think there's room for it on the other side of the stage. I was just back there, not much room at all.
Mimi: A leap of MOOOO!
Maureen: Hey that's my line!
All: No other road, no other way. No day but today. So if we say this every day, what day are we talking about?
Girls: I can't control my destiny.
Boys: Will I lose my dignity? Will some one care?
Girls: I'd die without you.
Boys: Give in to love or live in fear.
Girls: I'd die without you.
Boys: No day but today.
All: Why are we singing different songs? Whatever, alls well that ends well.− NO DAY BUT TODAY!
(i do love RENT, i swear xDDD
y si, estaba muy simple cuando leí la historia xDDD)
~ WickedxWitch ~
(I Should Tell You)
“Tell the folks at home how you're feeling now, Mark?” he singsonged.
“Roger, this isn't a rock-opera!”
(One Short Day)
“Hey Collins!” called Mark towards the couple. Collins raised his head, a smile forming on his face. “Love your new shirt! It makes you look gay!”
(Saturday Night Fever)
“And yeah, I wouldn't mind some milk and cookies. And chocolate. And diet coke. And a toast with peanut butter and jam.”
“Anything else?” he asked, laughing.
“Wine and beer?”
HSM
~ HSMTroypay07 ~
(Take Me There)
Chpter 1
"(...)We don't allow queers in the theatre."
(OhMy!! xDDD what will be theatre without "queers" playing?? xDD)
Chapter 3
"Hey, Ry, you ever play b-ball before?"
Looking at Chad over the top of his designer sunglasses, Ryan answered.
"Honestly, Chad. What do you think?"
"Ok, so, I'm taking that as a 'no' then."
"A big 'no'."
Chapter 8
"K. Night. Sleep tight and all that good stuff."
"That boy is so gonna be the death of me! But its gonna be a hell of a ride along the way."
Chapter 12
"You know I never kid about shopping! Plus, your mother was a great help!"
Chapter 13
"Oh, so your saying just because I dress nice and all my clothes actually match, its a tip off that I'm gay?"
"RYAN! That could have hurt!"
"I know. Why else do you think I would throw it?"
Chapter 14
Maybe he just thinks of me as his best friend or maybe a brother, a very pale brother, but still.
Chapter 17
"Its never to early to play basketball. Now, get your ass out of that bed and come on. That is, if you can pull yourself away from Ryan for longer than a nano second."
"‘Nano-second’? Troy, were do you get these words?"
"Blame Gabriella. It's all her man.
~ earlyEDGE ~
(Just Like Kindergarden)
Troy heard a familiar voice behind him. "I can't believe we were held up in Denver for so long. There was nothing wrong with the flange!" Chad yelled.
(Take Me There)
Chpter 1
"(...)We don't allow queers in the theatre."
(OhMy!! xDDD what will be theatre without "queers" playing?? xDD)
Chapter 3
"Hey, Ry, you ever play b-ball before?"
Looking at Chad over the top of his designer sunglasses, Ryan answered.
"Honestly, Chad. What do you think?"
"Ok, so, I'm taking that as a 'no' then."
"A big 'no'."
Chapter 8
"K. Night. Sleep tight and all that good stuff."
"That boy is so gonna be the death of me! But its gonna be a hell of a ride along the way."
Chapter 12
"You know I never kid about shopping! Plus, your mother was a great help!"
Chapter 13
"Oh, so your saying just because I dress nice and all my clothes actually match, its a tip off that I'm gay?"
"RYAN! That could have hurt!"
"I know. Why else do you think I would throw it?"
Chapter 14
Maybe he just thinks of me as his best friend or maybe a brother, a very pale brother, but still.
Chapter 17
"Its never to early to play basketball. Now, get your ass out of that bed and come on. That is, if you can pull yourself away from Ryan for longer than a nano second."
"‘Nano-second’? Troy, were do you get these words?"
"Blame Gabriella. It's all her man.
~ earlyEDGE ~
(Just Like Kindergarden)
Troy heard a familiar voice behind him. "I can't believe we were held up in Denver for so long. There was nothing wrong with the flange!" Chad yelled.
new quotes
me agrada la fecha xD
bueno... acabé al fin de releer HP&DH, así que pueden pasar a leer.
sección de fixus, tmbn actualizada, con la racha fixera q me dio hace poco, era lo menos. Aún me falta meter lo q he sacado de Spellbound, pero en fin, ya lo meteré luego.
y como recordatorio de la universidad (xD) actualicé la sección de autores varios un una frase de Jean-Pierre V q me agradó.
y estoy tan acostumbrada a HP q en lugar de autores había puesto aurores. Tengo problemas xD.
cuando termine de leer los fixus q tengo actualizaré de nuevo.
Besos!! ^^
bueno... acabé al fin de releer HP&DH, así que pueden pasar a leer.
sección de fixus, tmbn actualizada, con la racha fixera q me dio hace poco, era lo menos. Aún me falta meter lo q he sacado de Spellbound, pero en fin, ya lo meteré luego.
y como recordatorio de la universidad (xD) actualicé la sección de autores varios un una frase de Jean-Pierre V q me agradó.
y estoy tan acostumbrada a HP q en lugar de autores había puesto aurores. Tengo problemas xD.
cuando termine de leer los fixus q tengo actualizaré de nuevo.
Besos!! ^^
rarus
~ Anónimo ~
No puedes darle la espalda al amor,
pues es una necesidad retórica,
pragmática, electricamente necesaria
~ Alfredo Oropeza ~
(Apócrifo Urbano)
CAPITULO V [LA CIUDAD DE SIEMPRE]
Como debe ser a esas horas, el desayuno consistió en un atole y una torta de tamal enfrente de una panadería.
CAPITULO VII [HAY GUERRA EN LA CIUDAD]
Francisco pensó que él le caía muy mal a su hermana o que esos dos en realidad le gustaban, los había llamado tarados, epíteto que él tenía por antonomasia.
CAPITULO X [NO HAY PLAZO QUE NO SE CUMPLA...]
− Creo que es lo mejor, les dijo, este no es su mundo y no deben desaprovechar el que tienen. Si no se puede arreglar, saben que acá siempre habrá robos, aventuras, balazos, muertos y amigos.
− ¿Es de fiar?
− ¡Sabe!, hasta hoy no ha hecho nada. Ese fue al que se fregó a Conde cuando le cayeron con drogas en el penal y porque sus hombres amolaron a una chamaca en su casa. Luego dijo dónde se llevaron a la Zulaima.
− Pero no deja de ser tira, ¿no?
~Carlos Fuentes ~
(La Región Más Transparente)
El Lugar Del Ombligo De La Luna p.47, 54, 55
¿Otro momentito, querida? Nuestra amistad se ha fabricado de momentitos.
No, chiquito, sólo los ricos nos damos cuenta del abismo que nos separa de los pobres; los pobres nunca lo saben y mientras algún terrateniente renegado no se los diga, estamos a salvo.
¡Oh, tú que no desfalleces
y tienes un no qé qué,
devuélveme aquellas veces
en que, sin pecar, pequé!
~ Charles M. Schulz ~
(It's a Dog Life, Charlie Brown)
Schroeder: Charlie Brown, let me give you a little advice... as long as you think only of yourself, you'll never find happiness... you've got to start thinking about others!
Charlie Brown: Others? What others? Who in the world am I supposed to think about?
Schroeder: Beethoven!
Charlie Brown: Oh, good grief!
~ Christian Andersen ~
(Fairy Tales, The Wild Sawns)
When she saw her own face, she was quite frightened to see it so brown and ugly. But when she wet her little hand and rubbed her eyes and forehead, her white skin shone through again.
~ Gabriel García Márquez ~
(Cien Años de Soledad)
−El mundo habrá acabado de joderse, el día en que los hombre viajen en primera clase y la literatura en el vagón de carga.
−En aquel instante prodigioso se le revelaron las claves definitivas de Melquíades, y vio el epígrafe de los pergaminos perfectamente ordenado en el tiempo y el espacio de los hombres: El primero de la estirpe está amarrado en un árbol y al último se lo están comiendo las hormigas.
−Sin embargo, antes de llegar al verso final ya había comprendido que no saldría jamás de ese cuarto, pues estaba previsto que la ciudad de los espejos (o los espejismos) sería arrasada por el viento y desterrada de la memoria de los hombres en el instante en que Aureliano Babilonia acabara de descifrar los pergaminos, y que todo lo escrito en ellos era irrepetible desde siempre y para siempre, porque las estirpes condenadas a cien años de soledad no tenían una segunda oportunidad sobre la tierra.
~ Gregory Maguire ~
(Wicked)
Prologue [On the Yellow Brick Road] p. 2
“She's a woman who prefers the company of other woman,” said the Scarecrow, sitting up.
“She's the spurned lover of a married man.”
“She is a married man.”
I-Munchkinlanders [I-The Root of Evil] p.6
“Today? That would be like you, perverse and inconvenient,”
“They’ll get together and say, ‘Brother Frexspar, did you allow your wife to deliver your first child when you had a community problem to solve? How inconsiderate of you; it show a lack of authority. You're fired from the position.’”
I-Munchkinlanders [IV-Maladies and Remedies] p.24 & 26
And the skin, was green as sin. Not an ugly color, Nanny thought. Just not a human color.
And the baby held her breath as if trying to turn blue to please them all.
IV-In the Vinkus [I-The Voyage Out] p-231
One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her.
~ Jean-Pierre Vernant ~
(El Individuo, la Muerte y el Amor en la Antigua Grecia)
Chapter 2 [La Bella Muerte y el Cadaver Ultrajado]
Para ser rey es preciso actuar con heroísmo y que para mostrarse heroico hace falta haber nacido rey.
~ L. Frank Baum ~
(The Wonderful Wizard of Oz)
Chapter 2 [The Council With The Munchkins]
“(...) In the civilized countries I believe there are no witches left, no wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians.
Chapter 10 [The Guardian of The Gate]
(...)were all dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins.
(si no lo aclararan luego me quejaría, no se supone q Elphie era la única verde en too Oz?!)
Chapter 11 [The Wonderful City of Oz]
At one place a man was selling green lemonade,
(isn’t lemonade always green!? o-Ò)
The Lion (...) sprang upon the bed and rolled himself up like a cat and purred himself asleep
(kawaii!!! *^*)
Chapter 15 [The Discovery of Oz, The Terrible]
“Oh, no, my dear; I’m really a very good man, but I’m a very bad Wizard, I must admit.”
~ Lewis Carrol ~
( Alice in Wonderland )
Chapter I [Down The Rabbit-Hole] p.27, 28, 33
“(...)but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?” (Alice had not the slightest idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but she thought they were nice grand words to say.)
and here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, “Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?” and sometimes “Do bats eat cats?” for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it.
“Come, there is no use in crying like that!” said Alice to herself rather sharply. “I advise you to leave off this minute!” She generally gave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it)
Chapter VI [Pid and Pepper] p.83, 87
“Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes:
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.”
-“Wow! Wow! Wow!”
“I speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes:
For he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases!”
-“Wow! Wow! Wow!”
“And how do you know that you're mad?”
“To begin with,” said the Cat, “a dog's not mad. You grant that?”
“I suppose so,” said Alice.
“Well, then,” the Cat went on, “you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therfore I'm mad.”
Chapter VII [A Mad Tea-Party] p.95
‘Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!’
‘Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea-tray in the sky.’
Chapter IX [The Mock Turtle’s Story] p.115
‘Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.’
(...)she walked off, leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like the look of the creature,
siempre supe q la chica me caería mal
Chapter XII [Alice's Evidence] p.149
“Begin at the beginning,” the King said, very gravely, “and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”
~ Mark Twain ~
(The Prince and the Pauper)
He felt much as a man might who had danced blithely out to enjoy a rainbow, and got struck by lightning.
~ William Shakespeare ~
(Romeo & Juliet)
Act I [Scene I]
BENVOLIO. In love?
ROMEO. Out −
BENVOLIO. Of love?
ROMEO. Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Act I [Scene IV]
MERCUTIO. If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
~ Paul Mantell & Avery Hart ~
(X-Men The Phalanx Covenant, ch 7 p.74)
Like most teenagers, Paige believed she'd seen it all.
~ Chilango año 1, número 1, noviembre 2003 ~
(Editorial. Qué es eso de chilango?)
Así, como ofensa al principio, después con ironía, luego con resignación y ahora con orgullo, nos fuimos llamando chilangos.
No somos citadinos ni capitalinos ni del distrito... somos irremediablemente chilangos.
(Neo Tenoch, Sociedad. columna de Fabrizio Mejía Madrid)
Chilangología
una ciudad en la que una Virgen de Guadalupe pintada en la pared es el único antídoto verdadero contra las bolsas de basura en esa calle.
una ciudad donde si preguntas por una calle, todo el mundo opina y siempre te pierdes (más...)
una ciudad donde los taxis son ecológicos porque están pintados de verde
una ciudad que, cuando explota el volcán, la gente no huye sino que lo sube para "ir a ver"
una ciudad donde, tras diez segundos de que el repartidor azotó un cilindro de gas, todos los espectadores suspiran con alivio y encienden cigarros
una ciudad donde los perros son amarillos
una ciudad en la que le deporte local es leer el periódico a través del hombro de quién lo va leyendo, oír conversaciones de la mesa de junto y mirar por las ventanas
(32 cosas que amamos y odiamos de esta ciudad)
(amamos) Manejar a las 2am
(odiamos) Manejar a las 2pm
(amamos) que cualquier calle se transforme en cancha de fútbol
(odiamos) que cualquier calle se transforme en cancha de fútbol
(amamos) la libertad de expresión que nos permite manifestarnos
(odiamos) las malditas manifestaciones.
(amamos) la vasta oferta cultural de la ciudad: museos, teatros, cines, centros culturales, salones de baile, parques...
(odiamos) que siempre acabamos en los mismos lugares
(amamos) los tacos al pastor, las quecas, los sopes, las tortas, los tamales
(odiamos) la venganza de Moctezuma.
No puedes darle la espalda al amor,
pues es una necesidad retórica,
pragmática, electricamente necesaria
~ Alfredo Oropeza ~
(Apócrifo Urbano)
CAPITULO V [LA CIUDAD DE SIEMPRE]
Como debe ser a esas horas, el desayuno consistió en un atole y una torta de tamal enfrente de una panadería.
CAPITULO VII [HAY GUERRA EN LA CIUDAD]
Francisco pensó que él le caía muy mal a su hermana o que esos dos en realidad le gustaban, los había llamado tarados, epíteto que él tenía por antonomasia.
CAPITULO X [NO HAY PLAZO QUE NO SE CUMPLA...]
− Creo que es lo mejor, les dijo, este no es su mundo y no deben desaprovechar el que tienen. Si no se puede arreglar, saben que acá siempre habrá robos, aventuras, balazos, muertos y amigos.
− ¿Es de fiar?
− ¡Sabe!, hasta hoy no ha hecho nada. Ese fue al que se fregó a Conde cuando le cayeron con drogas en el penal y porque sus hombres amolaron a una chamaca en su casa. Luego dijo dónde se llevaron a la Zulaima.
− Pero no deja de ser tira, ¿no?
~Carlos Fuentes ~
(La Región Más Transparente)
El Lugar Del Ombligo De La Luna p.47, 54, 55
¿Otro momentito, querida? Nuestra amistad se ha fabricado de momentitos.
No, chiquito, sólo los ricos nos damos cuenta del abismo que nos separa de los pobres; los pobres nunca lo saben y mientras algún terrateniente renegado no se los diga, estamos a salvo.
¡Oh, tú que no desfalleces
y tienes un no qé qué,
devuélveme aquellas veces
en que, sin pecar, pequé!
~ Charles M. Schulz ~
(It's a Dog Life, Charlie Brown)
Schroeder: Charlie Brown, let me give you a little advice... as long as you think only of yourself, you'll never find happiness... you've got to start thinking about others!
Charlie Brown: Others? What others? Who in the world am I supposed to think about?
Schroeder: Beethoven!
Charlie Brown: Oh, good grief!
~ Christian Andersen ~
(Fairy Tales, The Wild Sawns)
When she saw her own face, she was quite frightened to see it so brown and ugly. But when she wet her little hand and rubbed her eyes and forehead, her white skin shone through again.
~ Gabriel García Márquez ~
(Cien Años de Soledad)
−El mundo habrá acabado de joderse, el día en que los hombre viajen en primera clase y la literatura en el vagón de carga.
−En aquel instante prodigioso se le revelaron las claves definitivas de Melquíades, y vio el epígrafe de los pergaminos perfectamente ordenado en el tiempo y el espacio de los hombres: El primero de la estirpe está amarrado en un árbol y al último se lo están comiendo las hormigas.
−Sin embargo, antes de llegar al verso final ya había comprendido que no saldría jamás de ese cuarto, pues estaba previsto que la ciudad de los espejos (o los espejismos) sería arrasada por el viento y desterrada de la memoria de los hombres en el instante en que Aureliano Babilonia acabara de descifrar los pergaminos, y que todo lo escrito en ellos era irrepetible desde siempre y para siempre, porque las estirpes condenadas a cien años de soledad no tenían una segunda oportunidad sobre la tierra.
~ Gregory Maguire ~
(Wicked)
Prologue [On the Yellow Brick Road] p. 2
“She's a woman who prefers the company of other woman,” said the Scarecrow, sitting up.
“She's the spurned lover of a married man.”
“She is a married man.”
I-Munchkinlanders [I-The Root of Evil] p.6
“Today? That would be like you, perverse and inconvenient,”
“They’ll get together and say, ‘Brother Frexspar, did you allow your wife to deliver your first child when you had a community problem to solve? How inconsiderate of you; it show a lack of authority. You're fired from the position.’”
I-Munchkinlanders [IV-Maladies and Remedies] p.24 & 26
And the skin, was green as sin. Not an ugly color, Nanny thought. Just not a human color.
And the baby held her breath as if trying to turn blue to please them all.
IV-In the Vinkus [I-The Voyage Out] p-231
One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her.
~ Jean-Pierre Vernant ~
(El Individuo, la Muerte y el Amor en la Antigua Grecia)
Chapter 2 [La Bella Muerte y el Cadaver Ultrajado]
Para ser rey es preciso actuar con heroísmo y que para mostrarse heroico hace falta haber nacido rey.
~ L. Frank Baum ~
(The Wonderful Wizard of Oz)
Chapter 2 [The Council With The Munchkins]
“(...) In the civilized countries I believe there are no witches left, no wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians.
Chapter 10 [The Guardian of The Gate]
(...)were all dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins.
(si no lo aclararan luego me quejaría, no se supone q Elphie era la única verde en too Oz?!)
Chapter 11 [The Wonderful City of Oz]
At one place a man was selling green lemonade,
(isn’t lemonade always green!? o-Ò)
The Lion (...) sprang upon the bed and rolled himself up like a cat and purred himself asleep
(kawaii!!! *^*)
Chapter 15 [The Discovery of Oz, The Terrible]
“Oh, no, my dear; I’m really a very good man, but I’m a very bad Wizard, I must admit.”
~ Lewis Carrol ~
( Alice in Wonderland )
Chapter I [Down The Rabbit-Hole] p.27, 28, 33
“(...)but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?” (Alice had not the slightest idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but she thought they were nice grand words to say.)
and here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, “Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?” and sometimes “Do bats eat cats?” for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it.
“Come, there is no use in crying like that!” said Alice to herself rather sharply. “I advise you to leave off this minute!” She generally gave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it)
Chapter VI [Pid and Pepper] p.83, 87
“Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes:
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.”
-“Wow! Wow! Wow!”
“I speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes:
For he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases!”
-“Wow! Wow! Wow!”
“And how do you know that you're mad?”
“To begin with,” said the Cat, “a dog's not mad. You grant that?”
“I suppose so,” said Alice.
“Well, then,” the Cat went on, “you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therfore I'm mad.”
Chapter VII [A Mad Tea-Party] p.95
‘Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!’
‘Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea-tray in the sky.’
Chapter IX [The Mock Turtle’s Story] p.115
‘Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.’
(...)she walked off, leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like the look of the creature,
siempre supe q la chica me caería mal
Chapter XII [Alice's Evidence] p.149
“Begin at the beginning,” the King said, very gravely, “and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”
~ Mark Twain ~
(The Prince and the Pauper)
He felt much as a man might who had danced blithely out to enjoy a rainbow, and got struck by lightning.
~ William Shakespeare ~
(Romeo & Juliet)
Act I [Scene I]
BENVOLIO. In love?
ROMEO. Out −
BENVOLIO. Of love?
ROMEO. Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Act I [Scene IV]
MERCUTIO. If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
~ Paul Mantell & Avery Hart ~
(X-Men The Phalanx Covenant, ch 7 p.74)
Like most teenagers, Paige believed she'd seen it all.
~ Chilango año 1, número 1, noviembre 2003 ~
(Editorial. Qué es eso de chilango?)
Así, como ofensa al principio, después con ironía, luego con resignación y ahora con orgullo, nos fuimos llamando chilangos.
No somos citadinos ni capitalinos ni del distrito... somos irremediablemente chilangos.
(Neo Tenoch, Sociedad. columna de Fabrizio Mejía Madrid)
Chilangología
una ciudad en la que una Virgen de Guadalupe pintada en la pared es el único antídoto verdadero contra las bolsas de basura en esa calle.
una ciudad donde si preguntas por una calle, todo el mundo opina y siempre te pierdes (más...)
una ciudad donde los taxis son ecológicos porque están pintados de verde
una ciudad que, cuando explota el volcán, la gente no huye sino que lo sube para "ir a ver"
una ciudad donde, tras diez segundos de que el repartidor azotó un cilindro de gas, todos los espectadores suspiran con alivio y encienden cigarros
una ciudad donde los perros son amarillos
una ciudad en la que le deporte local es leer el periódico a través del hombro de quién lo va leyendo, oír conversaciones de la mesa de junto y mirar por las ventanas
(32 cosas que amamos y odiamos de esta ciudad)
(amamos) Manejar a las 2am
(odiamos) Manejar a las 2pm
(amamos) que cualquier calle se transforme en cancha de fútbol
(odiamos) que cualquier calle se transforme en cancha de fútbol
(amamos) la libertad de expresión que nos permite manifestarnos
(odiamos) las malditas manifestaciones.
(amamos) la vasta oferta cultural de la ciudad: museos, teatros, cines, centros culturales, salones de baile, parques...
(odiamos) que siempre acabamos en los mismos lugares
(amamos) los tacos al pastor, las quecas, los sopes, las tortas, los tamales
(odiamos) la venganza de Moctezuma.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
chapter 1 [the Dark Lord Ascending] p.6, 10
That Potter lives is due more to my errors than to his triumphs.
She has just married the werewolf, Remus Lupin.
chapter 3 [the Dursleys Departing] p.34, 36
(...)had caused the Dursleys to take to Kingsley in a way that they had certainly not done with any other wizard, although it was true that they had never seen him with his earring in.
What did you say to one another at the end of sixteen years' solid dislike?
chapter 3 [the Seven Potters] p49, 50
“Well, that's that plan scuppered,” said George. “Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate.”
“Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic: we've got no chance,” said Fred.
“Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry,” said Hermione
Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow−we're identical!”
“I dunno, though. I think I'm still better looking,” said Fred
chapter 5 [Fallen Warrior] p64, 71, 74, 75, 85
He imagined Voldemort, a hundred yards above them as they spoke, looking for a way to penetrate what Harry visualized as a great transparent bubble.
“I won't blast people out of my way just because they're there,” said Harry. “That's Voldemort's job.”
“How do you feel, Georgie?” whispered Mrs. Weasley.
George's fingers groped at the side of his head.
“Saintlike” he murmured.
“What's wrong with him?” croaked Fred, looking terrified: “Is his mind affected?”
“Saintlike,” repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother.
“You see... I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?”
Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Color flooded Fred's pale face.
“Pathetic,” he told George. “Pathetic! With the whole wide world of earrelated humor before you, you go for holey?”
“Ah well,” said George, grinning at his tear-soaked mother.
“Harry, he's taking over the Ministry and the newspapers and half the Wizarding world! Don't let him inside your head too!”
chapter 6 [the Ghoul in Pijamas] p95, 97, 104, 106
“Oh, of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.”
(...)frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack of tact. Harry could not think of anything to say, not least because it was highly unusual for Ron to be teaching anyone else tact.
“Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, I wouldn't damage your soul at all.”
“Which would be a real comfort to me, I'm sure,” said Ron. Harry Laughed.
“(...)The sooner this wedding's over, the happier I'll be.”
“Yeah,” said Harry, “then we'll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes.... It'll be like a holiday, won't it?”
chapter 7 [the Will of Albus Dumbledore] p116, 123, 124, 128
“So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing.”
“Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?” asked Scrimgeour.
“No, I'm not,” retorted Hermione. “I'm hoping to do some good in the world!”
“Take it,” said Scrimgeour quietly.
Harry met the minister’s yellow eyes and knew he had no option but to obey. He held out his hand, and Scrimgeour leaned forward again and placed the Snitch, slowly and deliberately, into Harry’s palm.
Nothing happened. As Harry’s fingers closed around the Snitch, its tired wings fluttered and were still. Scrimgeour, Ron, and Hermione continued to gaze avidly at the now partially concealed ball, as if still hoping it might transform in some way.
“That was dramatic,” said Harry coolly. Both Ron and Hermione laughed.
chapter 8 [the Wedding] p150
“Vot,” he said, draining his goblet and getting to his feet again, “is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?”
chapter 10 [Kreacher's Tale] p183
“Ron! I've found him”
Ron's annoyed voice echoed distantly from several floors below.
“Good! Tell him from me he's a git!”
chapter 11 [the Bribe] p213, 221
Lupin sprang to his feet: His chair toppled backward, and he glared at them so fiercely that Harry saw, for the first time ever, the shadow of the wolf upon his human face.
so~oo HOT!!! *^*
Kreacher's thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft.
“Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?”
chapter 12 [Magic is Might] p226
“‘Merlin's Pants’?” repeated Ron, looking amused. “She must be upset.”
chapter 14 [the Thief] p226
“(...)Can't we call him You-Know-Who − please?”
“Dumbledore said fear of a name−” began Harry.
“In case you hadn't noticed, mate, calling You-Know-Who by his name didn't do Dumbledore much good in the end,” Ron snapped back
chapter 15 [the Goblin's Revenge] p291
Harry, was not a television aerial;
(grief, grief, if I only knew how to draw!! xDDD)
chapter 17 [Bathilda's Secret] p343
One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary....
(I always knew Voldie was a softie after all xDD)
chapter 19 [the Silver Doe] p371, 379
“My Patronus is a stag.”
“Oh yeah. I thought it looked different. No antlers.”
“Getting the sword. Finishing of the Horcrux. Saving my life.”
“That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was,” Ron mumbled.
“Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was,” said Harry. “I've been trying to tell you that for years.”
chapter 20 [Xenophilius Lovegood] p391, 392, 396, 411
“he must've known I'd run out on you.”
“No,” Harry corrected him. “He must've know you'd always want to come back.”
Harry had forgotten Ron's hatred of spiders.
(a true friend never forget those kinds of stuff)
“All's fair in love and war,” said Ron brightly, “and this is a bit of both.(...)”
“(...)I mean, you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!”
chapter 22 [the Deathly Hallows] p443
One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do.”
chapter 24 [the Wandmaker] p489
“Mudblood, and proud of it!(...)”
(xDDDD go Hermione!! xDDD I wouldn't be proud, but good for her xD)
chapter 25 [Shell Cottage] p518
He seemed set on course to become just as reckless a godfather to Teddy Lupin as Sirius Black had been to him.
(ya quisiera ser al menos la mitad del mago q Sirius era ¬¬)
chapter 26 [Gringotts] p523
“There,” said Hermione, “how does he look, Harry?”
It was just not possible to discern Ron under his disguise, but only, Harry thought because he knew him so well. Ron's hair was now long and wavy; he had a thick brown beard and mustache, no freckles, a short, broad nose, and heavy eyebrows.
“Well, he's not my type, but he'll do,” said Harry.
chapter 28 [the Missing Mirror] p560
“Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son. Haven't I just prove my Patronus is a goat?”
“Oh,” said Ron, “Yeah... well, I'm hungry!”
(::picturing a DeathEater!Ron:: kawaii!! I want one!!! *^*)
“Nice job, I hope? Pleasant? Easy? Sort of thing you'd expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without overstretching themselves?”
chapter 29 [the Lost Diadem] p572, 573, 578, 580
“(...)You've saved our lives twice.”
“Look after 'em, then,” said Aberforth gruffly. “I might not be able to save 'em a third time.”
“Released it into the wild,” said Ron. “Hermione was all for keeping it as a pet−”
“Yea, well, food's one of the five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration,” said Ron to general astonishment.
“So we've been hiding out here for nearly two weeks,” said Seamus, “and it even sprouted a pretty good bathroom once girls started turning up−”
“−and thought they'd quite like to wash, yes,”
We were all in it together
(and suddenly they all were in East High basketball uniforms and singing along...)
chapter 30 [the Sacking of Severus Snape] p593, 594, 595, 605, 606
“I see what Bellatrix meant,” said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, “you need to really mean it.”
“He spat at you,” said Harry.
“Potter, I−that was very−very gallant of you−(...)”
“Professor McGonagall, Voldemort's on the way.”
“Oh, are we allowed to say the name now?” asked Luna with an air of interest,
“We shall secure the school against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named while you search for this−this object.”
“Is that possible?”
“I think so,” said Professor McGonagall dryly, “we teachers are rather good at magic, you know.(...)”
“Am I too late? Has it started? I only just found out, so I−I−”
Percy spluttered into silence. Evidently he had not expected to run into most of his family. There was a long moment of astonishment, broken by Fleur turning to Lupin and saying, in a wildly transparent attempt to break the tension, “So−'ow eez leetle Teddy?”
Lupin blinked at her, startled. The silence between the Weasleys seemed to by solidifying, like ice.
“I−oh yes−he's fine!” Lupin said loudly. “Yes, Tonks is with him−at her mother's−”
Percy and the other Weasleys were still staring at one another, frozen.
“Here, I've got a picture!” Lupin shouted, pulling a photograph from inside his jacket and showing it to Fleur and Harry, who saw a tiny baby with a tuft of bright turquoise hair, waving fat fists at the camera.
“I was a fool!” Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph.
“I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a−a−”
“Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron.” said Fred.
Percy swallowed.
“Yes, I was!”
“Well, you can't say fairer that that,” said Fred, holding out his hand to Percy.
Mrs. Weasley burst into tears. She ran forward, pushed Fred aside, and pulled Percy into a strangling hug, while he patted her on the back, his eyes on his father.
“I'm sorry, Dad.” Percy said.
Mr. Weasley blinked rather rapidly, then he too hurried to hug his son.
(I've told you, I'm easily moved T-T xD)
chapter 31 [the Battle of Hogwarts] p624, 625, 626, 633, 637
“(...)Have you seen my grandson?”
“He's fighting,” said Harry.
“Naturally,” said the old lady proudly. “Excuse me, I must go and assist him.”
“Hang on a moment!” said Ron sharply. “We've forgotten someone!”
“Who?” asked Hermione.
“The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?”
“You mean we ought to get them fighting?” asked Harry.
“No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can't order them to die for us−”
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
“Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “Oi! There's a war going on here!”
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
“I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it's now or never, isn't it?”
“Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?” Harry shouted. “D'you think you could just−just hold it in until we've got the diadem?”
“Yeah−right−sorry− “ said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
(yai!!!! ::RxHe super fan girl moment:: I'm exited!!! The first kiss!!!! Yaiiii!!!!! *^*)
“IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!” roared Ron's voice
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still echoed upon his face.
chapter 32 [the Elder Wand] p645, 646, 653
“And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two−faced bastard!” Ron yelled.
the fighters scattered, Death Eaters and Hogwartians alike,
(Hogwartians... xDDDDD sorry, Hogwartians xDDDD)
But the reality seemed to close upon him, cruel and plain: the only way forward was to kill the snake, and the snake was where Voldemort was, and Voldemort was at the end of this tunnel....
“Harry, we’re coming, just get in there!” said Ron, pushing him forward.
“No,” said Voldemort. “I have performed my usual magic. I am extraordinary,
chapter 33 [the Prince's Tale] p666, 667, 671, 680, 683
“Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?”
Snape hesitated. His black eyes, eager in the greenish gloom, moved over the pale face, the dark red hair.
“No,” he said. “It doesn't make any difference.”
(isn't he swe~et?! *^*)
“They wouldn't give you to the dementors for that! Dementors are for people who do really bad stuff. They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban.(...) ”
“My whole family have been in Slytherin,” he said.
“Blimey,” said James, “and I thought you seemed all right!”
Sirius grinned.
“No,” agreed Dumbledore. “You are a braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon. . . ”
(shame of shame!!! granpa a Gryffindor!! can't even think about it!! ¬¬)
death is coming for me as surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.
chapter 34 [the Forest Again] p697
now Neville will take Harry's place
(como debió ser desde un principio)
He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here...
(ponerse al mismo nivel que el abuelo y Voldie!!! ¬¬ shame on him!! ¬¬)
chapter 35 [King's Cross] p723
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
chapter 36 [the Flaw in the Plan] p723
He saw Neville, the sword of Gryffindor lying beside his plate as he ate, surrounded by a knot of fervent admirers.
epilogue [Nineteen Years Later] p756
“Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”
“Teddy's back there,” he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. “Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!”
He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction.
“Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing−”
“You interrupted them?” said Ginny. “You are so like Ron−”
(go Teddy!! xD)
“Don't forget to give Neville our love!” Ginny told James as she hugged him.
“Mum! I can't give a professor love!”
“But you know Neville! −”
James rolled his eyes.
“Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love....”
Shaking his head at his mother's foolishness,
Albus Severus
(y obviamente el estúpido de Potter nunca entendió al abuelo. Creyó honrarlo al ponerle a su retoño Severus?! Severus Potter, Hades! Q honor!! Lo q seguramente Severus siempre quiso, estar aún más cerca de los Potter, de James, q se quedó con la chica, de Harry, por el que tuvo que morir, solo pq tenía los mismos ojos q su madre. Odio este capítulo!!!!! ¬¬)
That Potter lives is due more to my errors than to his triumphs.
She has just married the werewolf, Remus Lupin.
chapter 3 [the Dursleys Departing] p.34, 36
(...)had caused the Dursleys to take to Kingsley in a way that they had certainly not done with any other wizard, although it was true that they had never seen him with his earring in.
What did you say to one another at the end of sixteen years' solid dislike?
chapter 3 [the Seven Potters] p49, 50
“Well, that's that plan scuppered,” said George. “Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate.”
“Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic: we've got no chance,” said Fred.
“Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry,” said Hermione
Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow−we're identical!”
“I dunno, though. I think I'm still better looking,” said Fred
chapter 5 [Fallen Warrior] p64, 71, 74, 75, 85
He imagined Voldemort, a hundred yards above them as they spoke, looking for a way to penetrate what Harry visualized as a great transparent bubble.
“I won't blast people out of my way just because they're there,” said Harry. “That's Voldemort's job.”
“How do you feel, Georgie?” whispered Mrs. Weasley.
George's fingers groped at the side of his head.
“Saintlike” he murmured.
“What's wrong with him?” croaked Fred, looking terrified: “Is his mind affected?”
“Saintlike,” repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother.
“You see... I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?”
Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Color flooded Fred's pale face.
“Pathetic,” he told George. “Pathetic! With the whole wide world of earrelated humor before you, you go for holey?”
“Ah well,” said George, grinning at his tear-soaked mother.
“Harry, he's taking over the Ministry and the newspapers and half the Wizarding world! Don't let him inside your head too!”
chapter 6 [the Ghoul in Pijamas] p95, 97, 104, 106
“Oh, of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.”
(...)frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack of tact. Harry could not think of anything to say, not least because it was highly unusual for Ron to be teaching anyone else tact.
“Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, I wouldn't damage your soul at all.”
“Which would be a real comfort to me, I'm sure,” said Ron. Harry Laughed.
“(...)The sooner this wedding's over, the happier I'll be.”
“Yeah,” said Harry, “then we'll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes.... It'll be like a holiday, won't it?”
chapter 7 [the Will of Albus Dumbledore] p116, 123, 124, 128
“So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing.”
“Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?” asked Scrimgeour.
“No, I'm not,” retorted Hermione. “I'm hoping to do some good in the world!”
“Take it,” said Scrimgeour quietly.
Harry met the minister’s yellow eyes and knew he had no option but to obey. He held out his hand, and Scrimgeour leaned forward again and placed the Snitch, slowly and deliberately, into Harry’s palm.
Nothing happened. As Harry’s fingers closed around the Snitch, its tired wings fluttered and were still. Scrimgeour, Ron, and Hermione continued to gaze avidly at the now partially concealed ball, as if still hoping it might transform in some way.
“That was dramatic,” said Harry coolly. Both Ron and Hermione laughed.
chapter 8 [the Wedding] p150
“Vot,” he said, draining his goblet and getting to his feet again, “is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?”
chapter 10 [Kreacher's Tale] p183
“Ron! I've found him”
Ron's annoyed voice echoed distantly from several floors below.
“Good! Tell him from me he's a git!”
chapter 11 [the Bribe] p213, 221
Lupin sprang to his feet: His chair toppled backward, and he glared at them so fiercely that Harry saw, for the first time ever, the shadow of the wolf upon his human face.
so~oo HOT!!! *^*
Kreacher's thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft.
“Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?”
chapter 12 [Magic is Might] p226
“‘Merlin's Pants’?” repeated Ron, looking amused. “She must be upset.”
chapter 14 [the Thief] p226
“(...)Can't we call him You-Know-Who − please?”
“Dumbledore said fear of a name−” began Harry.
“In case you hadn't noticed, mate, calling You-Know-Who by his name didn't do Dumbledore much good in the end,” Ron snapped back
chapter 15 [the Goblin's Revenge] p291
Harry, was not a television aerial;
(grief, grief, if I only knew how to draw!! xDDD)
chapter 17 [Bathilda's Secret] p343
One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary....
(I always knew Voldie was a softie after all xDD)
chapter 19 [the Silver Doe] p371, 379
“My Patronus is a stag.”
“Oh yeah. I thought it looked different. No antlers.”
“Getting the sword. Finishing of the Horcrux. Saving my life.”
“That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was,” Ron mumbled.
“Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was,” said Harry. “I've been trying to tell you that for years.”
chapter 20 [Xenophilius Lovegood] p391, 392, 396, 411
“he must've known I'd run out on you.”
“No,” Harry corrected him. “He must've know you'd always want to come back.”
Harry had forgotten Ron's hatred of spiders.
(a true friend never forget those kinds of stuff)
“All's fair in love and war,” said Ron brightly, “and this is a bit of both.(...)”
“(...)I mean, you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!”
chapter 22 [the Deathly Hallows] p443
One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do.”
chapter 24 [the Wandmaker] p489
“Mudblood, and proud of it!(...)”
(xDDDD go Hermione!! xDDD I wouldn't be proud, but good for her xD)
chapter 25 [Shell Cottage] p518
He seemed set on course to become just as reckless a godfather to Teddy Lupin as Sirius Black had been to him.
(ya quisiera ser al menos la mitad del mago q Sirius era ¬¬)
chapter 26 [Gringotts] p523
“There,” said Hermione, “how does he look, Harry?”
It was just not possible to discern Ron under his disguise, but only, Harry thought because he knew him so well. Ron's hair was now long and wavy; he had a thick brown beard and mustache, no freckles, a short, broad nose, and heavy eyebrows.
“Well, he's not my type, but he'll do,” said Harry.
chapter 28 [the Missing Mirror] p560
“Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son. Haven't I just prove my Patronus is a goat?”
“Oh,” said Ron, “Yeah... well, I'm hungry!”
(::picturing a DeathEater!Ron:: kawaii!! I want one!!! *^*)
“Nice job, I hope? Pleasant? Easy? Sort of thing you'd expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without overstretching themselves?”
chapter 29 [the Lost Diadem] p572, 573, 578, 580
“(...)You've saved our lives twice.”
“Look after 'em, then,” said Aberforth gruffly. “I might not be able to save 'em a third time.”
“Released it into the wild,” said Ron. “Hermione was all for keeping it as a pet−”
“Yea, well, food's one of the five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration,” said Ron to general astonishment.
“So we've been hiding out here for nearly two weeks,” said Seamus, “and it even sprouted a pretty good bathroom once girls started turning up−”
“−and thought they'd quite like to wash, yes,”
We were all in it together
(and suddenly they all were in East High basketball uniforms and singing along...)
chapter 30 [the Sacking of Severus Snape] p593, 594, 595, 605, 606
“I see what Bellatrix meant,” said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, “you need to really mean it.”
“He spat at you,” said Harry.
“Potter, I−that was very−very gallant of you−(...)”
“Professor McGonagall, Voldemort's on the way.”
“Oh, are we allowed to say the name now?” asked Luna with an air of interest,
“We shall secure the school against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named while you search for this−this object.”
“Is that possible?”
“I think so,” said Professor McGonagall dryly, “we teachers are rather good at magic, you know.(...)”
“Am I too late? Has it started? I only just found out, so I−I−”
Percy spluttered into silence. Evidently he had not expected to run into most of his family. There was a long moment of astonishment, broken by Fleur turning to Lupin and saying, in a wildly transparent attempt to break the tension, “So−'ow eez leetle Teddy?”
Lupin blinked at her, startled. The silence between the Weasleys seemed to by solidifying, like ice.
“I−oh yes−he's fine!” Lupin said loudly. “Yes, Tonks is with him−at her mother's−”
Percy and the other Weasleys were still staring at one another, frozen.
“Here, I've got a picture!” Lupin shouted, pulling a photograph from inside his jacket and showing it to Fleur and Harry, who saw a tiny baby with a tuft of bright turquoise hair, waving fat fists at the camera.
“I was a fool!” Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph.
“I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a−a−”
“Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron.” said Fred.
Percy swallowed.
“Yes, I was!”
“Well, you can't say fairer that that,” said Fred, holding out his hand to Percy.
Mrs. Weasley burst into tears. She ran forward, pushed Fred aside, and pulled Percy into a strangling hug, while he patted her on the back, his eyes on his father.
“I'm sorry, Dad.” Percy said.
Mr. Weasley blinked rather rapidly, then he too hurried to hug his son.
(I've told you, I'm easily moved T-T xD)
chapter 31 [the Battle of Hogwarts] p624, 625, 626, 633, 637
“(...)Have you seen my grandson?”
“He's fighting,” said Harry.
“Naturally,” said the old lady proudly. “Excuse me, I must go and assist him.”
“Hang on a moment!” said Ron sharply. “We've forgotten someone!”
“Who?” asked Hermione.
“The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?”
“You mean we ought to get them fighting?” asked Harry.
“No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can't order them to die for us−”
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
“Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “Oi! There's a war going on here!”
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
“I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it's now or never, isn't it?”
“Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?” Harry shouted. “D'you think you could just−just hold it in until we've got the diadem?”
“Yeah−right−sorry− “ said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
(yai!!!! ::RxHe super fan girl moment:: I'm exited!!! The first kiss!!!! Yaiiii!!!!! *^*)
“IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!” roared Ron's voice
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still echoed upon his face.
chapter 32 [the Elder Wand] p645, 646, 653
“And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two−faced bastard!” Ron yelled.
the fighters scattered, Death Eaters and Hogwartians alike,
(Hogwartians... xDDDDD sorry, Hogwartians xDDDD)
But the reality seemed to close upon him, cruel and plain: the only way forward was to kill the snake, and the snake was where Voldemort was, and Voldemort was at the end of this tunnel....
“Harry, we’re coming, just get in there!” said Ron, pushing him forward.
“No,” said Voldemort. “I have performed my usual magic. I am extraordinary,
chapter 33 [the Prince's Tale] p666, 667, 671, 680, 683
“Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?”
Snape hesitated. His black eyes, eager in the greenish gloom, moved over the pale face, the dark red hair.
“No,” he said. “It doesn't make any difference.”
(isn't he swe~et?! *^*)
“They wouldn't give you to the dementors for that! Dementors are for people who do really bad stuff. They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban.(...) ”
“My whole family have been in Slytherin,” he said.
“Blimey,” said James, “and I thought you seemed all right!”
Sirius grinned.
“No,” agreed Dumbledore. “You are a braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon. . . ”
(shame of shame!!! granpa a Gryffindor!! can't even think about it!! ¬¬)
death is coming for me as surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.
chapter 34 [the Forest Again] p697
now Neville will take Harry's place
(como debió ser desde un principio)
He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here...
(ponerse al mismo nivel que el abuelo y Voldie!!! ¬¬ shame on him!! ¬¬)
chapter 35 [King's Cross] p723
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
chapter 36 [the Flaw in the Plan] p723
He saw Neville, the sword of Gryffindor lying beside his plate as he ate, surrounded by a knot of fervent admirers.
epilogue [Nineteen Years Later] p756
“Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”
“Teddy's back there,” he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. “Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!”
He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction.
“Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing−”
“You interrupted them?” said Ginny. “You are so like Ron−”
(go Teddy!! xD)
“Don't forget to give Neville our love!” Ginny told James as she hugged him.
“Mum! I can't give a professor love!”
“But you know Neville! −”
James rolled his eyes.
“Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love....”
Shaking his head at his mother's foolishness,
Albus Severus
(y obviamente el estúpido de Potter nunca entendió al abuelo. Creyó honrarlo al ponerle a su retoño Severus?! Severus Potter, Hades! Q honor!! Lo q seguramente Severus siempre quiso, estar aún más cerca de los Potter, de James, q se quedó con la chica, de Harry, por el que tuvo que morir, solo pq tenía los mismos ojos q su madre. Odio este capítulo!!!!! ¬¬)
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