Quote:From 'Prophecies? We don't need no stinkin' Prophecies' chapter 20.--
Harry recalled what Hermione Granger, (or as Mom or Aunt Dawn might describe her, "the young lady in serious need of a good leave-in conditioner and a little bit of styling mousse"had said about the ceiling when some of the other kids coming in were ooh-ing and ahh-ing once they caught their first glimpse of it: "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in 'Hogwarts, A History'." Personally, he wondered if these people had ever heard of skylights.
Oh yeah, he noted with a mental sigh, he remembered now ? that was the super massive, thousand page book that Remus and Sirius had insisted he get along with the other dozen or so texts and other reference books that he had spent most of a day collecting from that magic book store in Ding-Dong Alley along with the other school supplies he needed.
With a memory like she exhibited and her clearly unconscious, slightly know-it-all manner when answering questions or pointing out inaccuracies in other people's comments or statements, he head to admit that Hermione certainly seemed to be very close to what he imagined Aunt Willow might have been like when she and Dad were growing up in Sunnydale, back before Mom had moved there and long before the town had finally dropped into the mile-wide crater that the federal government had finally declared a wildlife reserve, in order to prevent anyone from trying to rebuild in the area.
The fact that she also spoke and wrote Klingon fluently merely raised her status a few more points as far as he was concerned.
"I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered...
R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.