Dumbledore, you think about the same dark, intense, leather-clad man I dream of!

[odycee]

I've just been writing Christmas cards. You never know, I may even get around to posting them this week! If you want one and you haven't commented on my card post then go and do it. I command you.

According to lj_maintenance, the comment notification problem should be getting fixed tonight and all the missing comments should appear over the next day. Joy.

And finally, this Goblet of Fire parody by mistful that calvina linked to made me laugh my head off. I know it was posted weeks ago and everyone's probably already seen it but it's so funny you can read it twice.

CEDRIC: Uh, Harry, can I talk to you?
HARRY: Sure.
CEDRIC: Well, um. You're a dirty, dirty boy.
HARRY: Beg pardon?
CEDRIC: I think you need to be all cleaned up with scented bubbles in a nice big bath, you dirty, filthy boy.
HARRY: Is this some kind of joke?
CEDRIC: It's nice and private in the prefects' bathroom. I am a prefect, you see. An authority figure to dirty little boys like you.

HARRY: OMG Snape and Karkaroff in the closet together? This is worse than Hagrid and Madame Maxime.
SNAPE: Come into the closet, little boy.
HARRY: When does the scar tissue over my memories form? When?

VOLDEMORT: Well, I'm back and I've still... mmm. Hey. Damn it, I wouldn't have said 'kill the spare' if I'd gotten a good look at the spare. God, he just makes you want to caress his dead face with your foot, doesn't he?

Ahahaha!

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I know! Poor old Cedric!