Briefly

I really shouldn't have started Deathly Hallows, considering the sheer amount of rhetoric essay I have to write. Such is life.

Three things:

1) Ming's, a Chinese place on the Drag across from Whitis, serves the best fried rice in the entire world.

2) Okay, Hedwig? Seriously? That's just sad. I mean really.

3) The level of Ron/Hermione banter in this book is truly excellent. For instance:

"Wasn't he the one who saw a Grim and died twenty-four hours later?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, well, he went a bit odd toward the end," conceded George.

"But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party," said Fred. "He used to down an entire bottle of firewhiskey, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his—"

"Yes, he sounds like a real charmer," said Hermione, while Harry roared with laughter.

"Never married for some reason," said Ron.

"You amaze me," said Hermione.

Brilliant.

Essay Status:
Thesis and topic statements.
Due Date:
11:30 AM tomorrow. Sigh.