Update by numbers, and a couple quotes

• Days till Chris' exams start: 12
  
• Days till Chris' exams end: 23
  
• Days left to finish my tertiary edit: 8
  
• Pages done: 30
  
• Pages left: 35
  
• Days till my CivPro exam: 22
  
• Pages of text left to read: ugh
  
• Pages of statutes left to read: double ugh
  
• Distance from ideal weight: 15 pounds
  
• Distance from realistic ideal weight: 5 pounds
  
• Number of weeks I've been at that weight: 5

***
Found these quotes in a text file, from fics whose names I can no longer remember:

The spell is costae emendo. Don't let Draco do it - he'll make a cock-up of it and wind up transfiguring his ribs into macaroni. As long as he's complaining, demanding things, and making you want to wring his neck, he's fine. If he's pale and quiet and insists that he's all right and just wants to be left alone for a while, send word as soon as you can by Dobby.

Poppy

"Thank you, Dobby," Harry said, and handed the note to Draco. "Dobby... why do you call me 'Harry Potter' and Draco 'Master Draco'?"

Dobby's ears drooped a little. "Dobby forgets, sir," he said apologetically. "Dobby remembers when Master Draco is tiny and is trying to cast horrible curses on Dobby when he is not wanting to take a nap." He sniffled nostalgically.

"Malfoy!"

"I was three years old, Potter," Draco said absently, looking at the note in exasperation. "My mastery of the Cruciatus curse left a bit to be desired. It made the house elves sneeze."


Edit: Found it! How bloody embarassing; it was from a fic I'd just finished re-reading. The Shadow of His Wings.

(no subject)

Guy just died. I have no idea how to tell the kids.