I’ve been rereading the Potter series (in addition to several other books). This is a yearly occurrence in my life, but it’s coming at a particularly necessary time.
My students always start the year thinking I’m Umbridge, but right about how they start to realize no, I’m McGonagall…tough, but consistent, and really care.
I’ve been thinking about the Deathly Hallows a lot lately. The wand…great power, great responsibility. As a teacher, I have great power in the lives of my students (no matter what the damn politicians will tell you) and that is a great responsibility. Hence, greater meaning of the Elder Wand.
The Resurrection Stone, with it’s power to recall loved ones from the grave, seems to me as a reminder that, as Sirius tells harry in PoA movie, “The ones that love us never really leave us.” We all have a Resurrection Stone in our lives, called our memories. Never forget those who love you, because they will never leave you.
And finally, we have the Invisibility Cloak. None of us can avoid Death, but the fear of Death should not be the dominate fear in our lives. I refuse to live my life in fear of what may be lurking around a corner. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death…I shall live like I am dying.
I am an avid reader, and know I will remain so for the rest of my life. There are times that I am amazed at the knowledge people will never have, and the places they will never go, because they do not read. Hence, the quotation at the bottom (grammar to be fixed when they fill in my lines. It was PAINFUL! But, then, I suppose all lessons are).
Well, don’t you?
I wish other people could live in my head for a few minutes. Maybe it would help my interpersonal relations.
Even with my love of Anne Shirley, I never clicked with a female like I did with Hermione. And here it is again, cropping up.
He said we’re from two drastically different backgrounds, because I like to read and he doesn’t. Boy, did I want to point to Hermione and Ron’s relationship once we got off the phone and all the things I wanted to say occured to me (don’t think “oppugno” with some canaries wasn’t on my list). Let’s look at all the ways that Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley were from different backgrounds:
~Blood (Wizarding family verses Muggle Family)
~Academic performance (teacher’s pet verses most likely to lose his house 20 points for being late his first day)
~Strengths (hers, academic, his, social)
~Reader? (she is, he is not)
And yet they were both vital to the defeat of Voldemort, the distruction of the Horcruxes, and the ending of the Wizarding War. Her bookworm tendencies complimented Ron’s basic common sense (to this, I point to the chapter “through the trap door” in SS, where Hermione knows how to stop the Devil’s Snare but ‘has no wood.’ Thank goodness Ron’s common sense prevailed). Ron was brave to go with Harry into the Chamber; Hermione was bookish and put together the missing pieces through research. THEY ARE A BALANCE.
These are compatiable differences. They compliment each other, like colors opposite one another on a color wheel. It’s not we’re Bella and Edward and not even the same species…
It’s not like we’re Peeta and Katniss. Maybe we’re in the love triangle of Peeta-Katniss-Gale…
No, that would mean the Gale in his faulty analogy has a shot and is actually up for serious life-partner consideration.
I’m giving myself a headache. I wonder if that ever happened to Hermione.
I can’t help but wonder how Hermione felt in Book Six (Half-Blood Prince) when Ron began dating Lavendar.
To the best of my knowledge, my now ex hasn’t moved on yet, isn’t dating someone new. He’s not that kind of guy. If I find out otherwise, well, I’ll have to change him from a Harry in my mind (trys his best to do the right thing, always works hard, loyal) to a Malfoy. (I know, I know, my analogies are faulty. So sue me.) I really don’t want to change him to a Malfoy. I can’t believe him to be that kind of man. Our breakup was more of the Harry and Cho variety (a fight just became too much) than the Lily and Snape variety (bitter and irreversible).
I can understand what she went through with Cormac MacLaggen. Don’t think I haven’t considered it. But, at the end of the day, I want to be able to look myself in the eye and go to bed with an easier conscious. And, I don’t have it in me to lead some poor soul on.
I had a nasty realization mid-week last week. I’ve been there as Hermione lost Ron for a period of time in what seems like all of the books (the first, before they were friends. The second, when she was petrified. The third, the battle of the cat v. rat. The fourth, following the Yule Ball. The Half-Blood prince, where her heart was broken by him, and finally, The Deathly Hallows, when she thought he was gone for good). I’ve also read through the books as Bella lost Edward. When the love of Hermione’s life left her, she soldiered on, continuing to hunt for the Horcruxes. She was in pain, but she put it aside for the betterment of the Wizarding World.
Bella did a lot of homework, worked aimlessly, went numb, and then jumped off a cliff.
Yeah…I think I want to be a Hermione.