My Soul Hath Elbow Room!

Had another Harry Potter dream last night. What is it with those? I don't often remember my dreams, but every time I do lately they've been Potter ones. The extent of my interest in the franchise in the past few years has been looking over at my shelf of Things Written in Greek at Αρειος Ποτηρ και η του φιλοσοφου λιθος and thinking maybe I should be trying to translate that instead of Thucydides because it's probably easier.

Anyway. It was a wedding reception, but I'm not sure whose. Possibly Percy's? And it was also results day at Hogwarts. For some reason these were taking place in the same room. So Dumbledore's got a cornucopia that spits out a results slip when you say your name to it, and Neville passes with flying colours, I-as-Harry get a D, and Hermione's stood next in line panicking and then Dumbledore calls Ron's name (the alphabet goes L - P - W - G now) and we realise, hoshit, Ron's not here, and this makes Percy complain and Dumbledore twinkle. So we get hold of brooms from somewhere, probably best not to ask, and fly off very clumsily because the aerodynamics are terrible. Out of the window via the chandelier and into a hole in the ground.

And there's Voldemort using Ron for a human sacrifice or something (tied to an altar, half-naked [and blur-censored because my brain is baffled by the concept of writhing naked bodies], the works), so it's down to myself-as-Harry, Hermione and Neville to save the damselWeasley in distress! Which we did. By judiciously making up words which didn't work as spells, probably because they were made-up*, and possibly something about using gillyweed to make him drown in the air, but I was waking up by that point so it's a bit fuzzy. In any case I'm pretty sure Ron was saved and fainted prettily in Hermione's arms before being given the kiss of life as Voldemort gasped, choked and collapsed in the background.

My subconscious: a tropovore.



*Insert 'your spell fails because telepr0t is not a word' joke here.