Thursday, 27 February 2014

Good opportunity.

Hello again,

How is everyone? I've been pretty busy with stuff, as usual, which is why I haven't been updating much on here. It doesn't help that the muggle technology that I'm using is starting to have problems. I'm not entirely sure what the issue is though, might need to send it to one of those muggle repair shops for such things.

Anyway, as the title suggest, I might have a rather good opportunity to observe a muggle class being taught. This will be a good way to find out if there are any differences between the education system between the muggles and wizarding folk. I haven't finalized the details yet but it should be a done deal, I'll just have to find a way to fit it into my schedule. Need to find a safe place for apparation too. It's in another country, oh, and those dreaded time zones, I'll probably need an awakening potion or something like that. Should be fun though.

Which reminds me, I've been playing this game on that face thingy that muggles use? It's called tetris battle and it's quite fun. I found out that it based on this older game called tetris and I found the theme song really addictive. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, here is an example of it.

And yes, I do play this in the background when I'm playing it on that face thing. Hope I created a little nostalgia to whoever that have played this game before. 

As always, leave me a comment and let me know what you think, or just say hi!

Lord Severus

Thursday, 6 February 2014

Relationship woes! ..... Not.

Hello again,

How is everyone? So, I'll like to jump on the bandwagon today and put that question out there. The revelation from J.K Rowling regretting marrying off Ron and Hermione a few days ago has been starting to make the rounds on the Internet. I, myself haven't been reading up on what fans are saying so I'm quite interested in knowing what some of you think about this.

JK Rowling says she got Harry Potter romance wrong

That's just one of the news sites that have posted that story, or a similar story and basically it's all about Rowling regretting her decision and saying that Hermione should have been with Harry instead.

That was my initial reaction. I thought it was a joke or one of those viral facts that wasn't real facts at all. I've heard that muggles like posting such things until I realized that many of these articles are from relatively credible news sources.

Now comes the part where I include some of my thoughts about this, but by all means, do not be influenced.

First of all, I thought that Harry shouldn't be with anyone. He really was such an annoyance when he was at Hogwarts but I'll give him the benefit since he had to save the world (don't start hating me now, Harry fans). Also, I do think that Hermione should not be with Harry. In fact, it seemed to me that Hermione, being a strong, bright, confident woman, would have focused on her career but, I suppose, after a couple of near deaths, she would sort out her priorities.

Now, about Ron. I don't know, I've never really warmed up to that character, then again, I've never really warmed up to Harry either. They weren't people that I was really concerned about, which is why, I don't really have a very strong opinion on which pairing is the "right" pairing. If life was that easy, we wouldn't need counselors.

Well, like I've said, I'm just jumping on the bang wagon here so, there really isn't much that I'll be talking about, just following the current trend blindly, but I am genuinely curious as to the thoughts from those who care about these characters in particular. How does this news affect your impression of the story. Does it change what you feel about it? Does it open up certain questions? Does certain things suddenly make sense? To be honest, as long as people are thinking about it, I feel that I've done my part in spreading the news, so, happy thinking. I shall return the space to Lord Severus.

As always, leave me a comment and let me know what you think, or just say hi!

Muggle behind Lord Severus

Monday, 3 February 2014


Waking up in a sunny, grassy field, he couldn't remember how he got there. Feeling the warmth of the sun, shinning upon his face, feeling the cool breeze blowing through, smelling the freshness of the air. There should be a beach nearby, he thought.

Noticing a path a few meters away, which wasn't there before, he was feeling quite happy and didn't notice the little details. It seemed like a magical place and he didn't want to return to where he was before, refused to remember the what was troubling him. He knew that he was troubled by something, perhaps in another world but this world seemed so warm and gay, a gift, and he didn't want to waste it. Deciding to follow that path against the fresh sea breeze, he felt optimistic and carefree. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this amount of freedom. He had started skipping along the path, dancing to an invisible tune, there wasn't any fatigue, he felt like he could run forever. The path seemed to be going on forever. The scenery seemed the same. Was he skipping on the spot? No. He was sure that he was moving forward. Beginning to panic a little, he started running along the path. His logical mind is telling him to look out for signs, look for changes, look out for anything that might indicate where he might actually be, but the sudden irrationality that he didn't realized he had was fighting against all reason with the tenacity of a dragon guarding it's treasure.

That slight panic that he had grew as the time he spent running increased. Everything looked the same. Time seemed to have stopped. How long was it that he woke up here? How long was he even running? Why isn't he feeling tired? Why does it feel like he didn't have a choice? Why does the air seem to feel thick? He began to realized that his movements were becoming slower. It wasn't that he was tired, it just seem that he needed to exert more energy to maintain the same speed. Was his body finally giving in to the assumed stress or was there something more sinister behind this?

He knew that he couldn't stop because it will be over for him. He had a nagging feeling, as if something was after him and would suffocate him if he stopped. Looking back over his shoulders, he couldn't see anything wrong behind him. There was that straight path, with grass on both sides, the blue skies, the exact view he had looking forward. What is going on?

The air around him seemed to grow thicker, as if running through syrup, he imagined or had felt the air turning into invisible chains, trying to restrict his movements, holding him down, grounded in place, to suffocate, terminate. He felt the terror building in him. He wanted to leave this place. He could no longer remember the warmth and freedom he had experienced from this place. He fought against the resistance of the atmosphere around him and looked around, his heart sank as he could not see any possible escape. Is he to die here? Perhaps. Accepting his fate, he slowed down his movements, feeling the invisible chains tightening around his arms and feet, finally kneeling on the path, he looked down at his faced up palms, he was trapped, shedding a tear, he prepared himself for the inevitable suffocation.

He woke up suddenly, wiping away the cold sweat that had formed on his forehead and the tears that he was shedding, he looked at the clock and read that it was six in the morning. Releasing himself from the covers that's wrapped around him, he stood up and headed for the bathroom. A brand new day and when night falls, the cycle repeats itself.

That suffocation.