“Remus Lupin was supposed to be on the H.I.V. metaphor. It was someone who had been infected young, who suffered stigma, who had a fear of infecting others, who was terrified he would pass on his condition to his son. And it was a way of examining prejudice, unwarranted prejudice towards a group of people. And also, examining why people might become embittered when they’re treated that unfairly.”—
“In the middle of shooting DH, I went out to dinner with Bonnie Wright, and we started talking about how we really needed to do something to mark the end of this important part if our lives…And then I had the thought of cutting my hair. That felt like an appropriate way of saying goodbye to Hermione.”—Emma Watson (via watsonlove)
No words can describe my love for this show. Nothing helps me unwind from my long day of… doing nothing, better than a nice villager skewered with a pitchfork and a priest strangling people to conceal the existence of his wife’s half-sister’s illegitemate child. Does television get any better than this? I think not. The only things that bother me are a) shouldn’t everyone in this area of England be dead by now? and b) why do people continue to live in the Midsomer county? And I’m still willing to overlook them because, hey, in what other TV show will you find a murdered who kills his victims by whacking them over the head with a hotel ashtray?
We have no milk to make tea. In my household, this is considered to be the worst thing that could possibly happen after 9pm. So I was lamenting the loss of my nightly hot drink when I thought, “Aha! If I can’t have tea, at least I can make myself some warm milk in its place!” And I got all the way to the fridge before I realised the problem with my plan.