Miss Meh

Boy, the whole thing was a bastard. If you really want to hear about it, what happened was it was the day of the Quidditch match with Slytherin. I was as anxious as hell; I was already all worried about what crumby thing old Voldemort was going to come up with next. I mean, his goddam death eaters had already killed my godfather, Sirius, but I don’t want to talk about that. It’s too depressing.

Anyway, old Ron and me fly on to the pitch. The crowd below us are all going crazy. Then I fly into Malfoy, the ferret faced little sonuvadeatheater. He started griping about me grassing up his old man. He just about drove me crazy.

“You’re a goddamn moron, Malfoy,” I screamed at him. I was about to hex him, but Ron held me back. He kills me, old Ron, he really does. You’d really like him.

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Dumbledore’s death, in the style of The Catcher in the Rye. (Via the Guardian)

looooooool THIS JUST MADE MY DAY.

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