i've been making a big pot of soup every week to eat for lunches. and i have decided this is a very good system. two weeks ago, it was creamy broccoli soup. last week it was lentil chowder and this week, un-sausage chowder (as found in this month's issue of bust). those last two sound disgusting if you think, as i did, that chowders are milky. apparently not. i don't know what the actual definition is, but neither of these recipes calls for milk. and the un-sausage chowder makes a lovely lunch with some steaming hot cornbread. mmm.
while lunching today, i read some OotP (yes, omfg, i will finish this reread if it kills me) and [scott, stop reading here if you haven't already] i'm at the first occlumency lesson and... i think i just fell in love with snape. i mean, i've been fascinated and frustrated with him plenty of times before but... well. it was when i read this, "fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily--weak people, in other words--they stand no chance against his powers!" really, just... it makes me all heart-clutchy. poor snape. i really want to know the rest of his story. like, right now.
also the scene of harry leaving grimmauld place after christmas - thinking of all the things he wants to say to sirius about being careful, etc - is a cruel, cruel scene. almost as cruel as what harry thinks after sirius gives him the mirror, ...he knew he would never use it. it would not be he, harry, who lured sirius from his place of safety... ouch. ::pets harry:: god, jkr is so mean to everyone.
aaand, i wasn't supposed to be posting. oops.
