Pratchett anticipation
Sep. 26th, 2003 10:27 amI'm in the middle of pimping Wyrd Sisters to my coworker - I'll bring it in when she finishes her next book.
So rereading Harry Potter and the Improbable Use of Chaos Theory is more than appropriate.
Dolores Umbridge folded her arms and watched the two elderly witches look under the awful house that had killed her. She sniffed, or rather, gave an approximation of a sniff. Corporeal habits were hard to break, after all. They weren't even proper witches. No wands, hats hopelessly out of fashion, no robes over the black dresses. And the cat. Not even a first year student would take that cat on as a familiar. It was old, smelly and only had one eye and it appeared to be peeing on her boots. It was a disgrace and if she still had a wand, she'd Crucio the lot of them into next--
Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise just behind her, something that sounded very much like, "HEM, HEM."
God, I love this fic.
So rereading Harry Potter and the Improbable Use of Chaos Theory is more than appropriate.
Dolores Umbridge folded her arms and watched the two elderly witches look under the awful house that had killed her. She sniffed, or rather, gave an approximation of a sniff. Corporeal habits were hard to break, after all. They weren't even proper witches. No wands, hats hopelessly out of fashion, no robes over the black dresses. And the cat. Not even a first year student would take that cat on as a familiar. It was old, smelly and only had one eye and it appeared to be peeing on her boots. It was a disgrace and if she still had a wand, she'd Crucio the lot of them into next--
Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise just behind her, something that sounded very much like, "HEM, HEM."
God, I love this fic.