My Glove (was Another one.../have emailed Paul/Molly Weasley

[Jen Reese]

> Talisman, wailing  away on her whistle: 
> 
> Oh, foul. Where is Hassan Mostafa? Flag on the field!
> 
>  I give you a tight little argument with citations and you counter 
> with a sweeping generality?

Jen: Hey, no counter attacks intended from this end. Just, you know, 
making conversation, "How's the weather? So you think JKR shafted 
most of the major characters in OOTP or what?" 

Talisman:
> Mine was no flaccid wanker argument suggesting that  JKR only
> causes bad things to happen to characters who represent attitudes 
> or behaviors she doesn't like.  I specifically  tied Molly's 
> character flaws to Rowlings RW experiences, and the shaft we are 
> talking about is a specifically tailored shaft, readily 
> recognizable as a direct response to Molly's behavior.  In short: 
> Poetic Justice.

Jen: Shucks, I don't deserve this much credit! A sweeping 
generalization by its very nature precludes actually 'reading and 
inwardly digesting.' And you are pretty much the last person I would 
accuse of flaccid wankerdom (wankiness?). If you want to hang out on 
the hook of poetic justice, don't let me stop you. 

Talisman: 
> And really, threatening Snape?  How can such villainy be borne?  I 
> will tell you this: Snape at the end of HBP will be approximately 
> 180 degrees from Snape at the end of Book 7.  
> 
> Accordingly, I hope the final chapter of HBP finds all the Snape-
> haters doing obnoxious victory jigs.  A little practice leaping 
> will assist when you are all hoist with your own petards.

Jen: Oh dear, as our beloved friend DD said, "yes, I thought we 
might hit that little snag." 

Over *here*, are the Snape-haters. Over *there* are the 
Snapologists. And very firmly entrenched in the middle are a silent 
minority, a rare breed, called Couldn't-Give-a-Damn-about-Snape-It's 
Not-His-Story. It's not villainy nor wishful thinking nor any of the 
other grenades lobbed up by the feuding majority. No, we folks labor 
under the futile wish that Snape would spend more time puttering 
around his dungeon and less time obsessing about a teenage boy.

> Awaiting you on the grassy swarth, bring your Second.

Jen looks around to find she is pitifully alone. Talisman smirks, 
blood dripping from her mouth, knuckles cracking in anticipation of 
an easy kill. 

"Erm, I'll just...you know....see you tomorrow then, eh?" Jen 
flashes her most winning smile, backs up to the door and runs like 
hell out of the catalogue office.