al-oo-ey

I changed the layout, as you can see. This is partly because I got sick of the last one and also to celebrate the 50th post. The layout is very me, isn't it? All Twilight-y.

I was re-reading Half-Blood Prince during the holidays to finagle some phrases for my aforementioned phrase book when I was once again struck by the extreme hotness of Tom Riddle. I suppose he is mean, but who cares?

I totally loved this excerpt:

He was plainly dressed in a black suit; his hair was a little longer than it had been at school and his cheeks were hollowed [me: freaking out], but all of this suited him: he looked more handsome than ever.
His greedy expression was curiously mirrored on Hepzibah's face, except that her tiny eyes were fixed upon Voldemort's handsome features.

I mean, he effortlessly gives us the impression that he is, like, the hottest person to have ever stepped into a Harry Potter book.


And then I had an emotional moment when Dumbledore said this:

The time is long gone when I could frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to make repayment for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom...I wish I could...

Nice, very nice, J.K.