sharing the snickers

More snips from the fic I linked to the other day (The Quality of Mercy):

"You can't blame yourself for being affected so badly," Harry told him sympathetically. "It's not your fault. It's probably just because you're shallow."

***
"I don't recall that you ever cared if something was allowed," she said, smiling.

"I don't recall that making Polyjuice Potion when we were twelve was my idea."

***
Charlie had his wandtip against Malfoy's shut eyes and his hand on the back of his neck again.

"What game are you playing?" Harry demanded.

Ginny gave him an odd look. "Blind Man's Buff."

"Wouldn't it be better to put a scarf over his eyes?"

Ginny's look clearly said that Harry was very odd indeed. "Why? It's called Blind Man, not Peeking Under His Scarf Because He's a Dirty Cheater's Buff. God, it's not permanent! Is the scarves how Muggles play? Weird! You should tell Dad when he gets back."

From his love shack with Mollywobbles, Harry thought, and wished his brain would die.

***
"Well, I would've been envied by hundreds of women," Pansy mused. "Also, I could've sold the story to the Daily Prophet. Wonder what it would've been called?"

"How the Boy Who Lived Loves," Malfoy suggested. "How the Chosen One Gave Me One."

***
"I dream of her ruddy locks," Malfoy went on gravely. "Also other things. She is the other half of me. Every night I whisper yearningly into my pillow the words 'Girl Weasley...'"

Oh, man

Richard Pryor died.

Second obit of the day

1968 Presidential Upstart McCarthy Dies

Meme, Interrupted

Copied from various people, last seen on lonejaguar's lj:

My LJ is...

My username is ciroccoj because Cirocco Jones has been my online name for about oh god I just did the math fifteen years and "cirocco" was already taken.

My name is Cirocco Jones because I happened to be reading John Varley's Titan series fifteen years ago when I first needed an online name for Queen's Soapbox.

My journal title is Cirocco Jones because it is.

My subtitle is The Home of Angst-Girl because that's what bear dubbed me in honour of the seemingly inexhaustible supply of misery I can churn out when I'm writing. Death, disability, despair, depression, and many other topics that don't start with D but will still bum people out are my specialty.

My friends page is called You Are Cordially Invited... because that's the title of my favourite Deep Space Nine episode, where Jadzia Dax and Worf get married. Features one of my favourite lines Star Trek lines ever: "Well we are Klingons, Worf. We don't embrace other cultures; we conquer them!"

Oh and:

Bashir: (slowly) I can see it. I can see the future. I can see it... so clearly... I'm going to kill Worf.

O'Brien: Yes. Yes, kill Worf. Kill Worf.

Oh, and that's where we find out that Klingon creation myth involves their Adam and Eve rising up to kill the Gods who created them.

Oh and also it goes with the idea of inviting people to read my flist. Right. Cause this was an lj meme.

Sorry, excuse my geekfit there.

Oh, yeah, and my default icon right now is Legolas, caption "Still prettiest!" because he is, and because I have a fondness in my heart for The Very Secret Diary of Legolas, by cassieclaire.