Linauri's Little Hideaway

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DP - quick little short film with, guess who? DT. It's cute, and less than ten minutes, so I thought I'd post it for you. :D

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This one's for DP, who probably loves DT nearly as much as I do. (I get him first, though *licks lips*)

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Oh god, this is so... If you've read DH, be warned... I think I wept harder watching this than when I read the book... It's so beautiful...

That's right, I'm avoiding my homework again. I mean, so what if I have my Psych final on Friday, my Early Novel paper due Saturday (that I haven't even picked a topic for yet), my Lit Theory portfolio due Monday (with three papers to revise, one to write and a bunch of freewrites to make up), and of course my loverly Latin final on Tuesday (that I haven't even started studying for). Seriously, I'm on top of the world. Why else would I be here hiding from it? Don't look at me like that, it's perfectly logical in my anti-logic world! Shoo! Begone ye logic addicts! Anyway, random meme stolen from DP and done repeatedly until I found one that I pretty much liked.



Hmmm… not bad. Let’s see if I can do better.




OK, I don’t like this one at all (except the panther patronus – wicked cool!) but I just thought it was hilarious that my ‘worst subject’ is DADA, but I get auror for a profession. Heh heh.



OK, I could do with the Slytherin bit (who says I can't reform the house for good instead of evil), but otherwise this one rocks! I mean seriously, a frickin’ DRAGON for a patronus! I wonder what kind? Oooh, I hope it’s a Hungarian Horntail, they’re beaucoup dangerous (and therefore infinitely cooler than the other breeds).

Sent to me by my aunt. Sad truths.

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen