WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?!
Also, I feel like death.
Well, maybe not like death, but like somebody stuck my head in a vice-grip.
In other news, I have now gone through every single box of kleenex in the household.
So now what? I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to drive anywhere in this condition. Even for something as important as kleenex.
Even for something as important as VICK’S kleenex.
Hey, I think my soup is ready.
Oh no…please, no. Not an awkward freshman crushing on the tutor.
I saw this and all I could think of was:
LUNA: Well maybe next year you’ll be transferred to Pigfarts.
DRACO: You…know about Pigfarts?
LUNA: Yes. There’s an article all about it in this week’s Quibbler. …Would you care to read it with me?
…more alcohol? Or bed?
Draco, you fool
You cannot ride a horse
You are a ferret
DRACO, DON’T YOU LISTEN TO THEM, YOU CAN BE AN EQUESTRIAN FERRET IF YOU WANT TO.
Tom: It originally said in the script that Hermione slaps Draco. I think they were worried that a punch was gonna be a little too physical. So I said to Emma, “do you wanna run this? We should rehearse this to make it as convincing as possible. Slap me!” She was like, “no i’m not gonna” and I was like “come on, slap me. Let’s do it right now to get the emotions.” And when I said slap me I was like “movie slap me.”
Emma: I feel terrible. I feel really bad. I’m not really sure what I was thinking.
Tom: She just went ‘whush’ and just smacked me right across the face. I didn’t know what to do. I was like “oh yeah that was really great” and kind of just walked off sheepishly.