Had a great day off...last night I headed down to the burg at the last minute to hang out at Attitudes with Jacob...they had two great bands last night...really quality stuff. I can't wait to see them again. However, lol, I did my unintentional usual and we left early, lol...yeah...then this afternoon we hung out for awhile at lunch, but I had to head back here to work on some websites I have going for some people.
So tomorrow is the morning of hell...I have to be at the hotel at 6 in the morning...so yeah, that means I have to wake up at 4:45am. *sigh* But the good news is, I'm done at 2, then I have two more days off. Alriiiiiiiiiight!
So, I just realized as I'm watching Harry Potter that Moaning Myrtle has to be a parsel-mouth...because only they can hear the snakes speaking; everyone else hears just hissing. Hmn...
Oh, I got my t-shirts for RAM in the mail yesterday...did I mention that here? They're really cool; so are the stickers. So buy something!
So tomorrow is the morning of hell...I have to be at the hotel at 6 in the morning...so yeah, that means I have to wake up at 4:45am. *sigh* But the good news is, I'm done at 2, then I have two more days off. Alriiiiiiiiiight!
So, I just realized as I'm watching Harry Potter that Moaning Myrtle has to be a parsel-mouth...because only they can hear the snakes speaking; everyone else hears just hissing. Hmn...
Oh, I got my t-shirts for RAM in the mail yesterday...did I mention that here? They're really cool; so are the stickers. So buy something!
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Yeah, I realized later when she was talking about hearing "a kind of made up language" that she actually wasn't a parsel-mouth, because if she was, she would have understood the language. So I'm thinking now Riddle must have been in the bathroom too, either to open the chamber or to sic the basalisk on her. Either way...well...not too exciting.
Well, Riddle was the person she heard... she said "she heard a boy" and that's why she came out of the stall...here, let me find it:
"oooh, it was dreadful," she said with relish. "It happened right in here. I died in this very stall. I remember it so well. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. They said something funny. A different language, I think it must have been. Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So I unlocked the door, to tell him to go and use his own toilet, and then --" Myrtle swelled importantly, her face shining. "I died."
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