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Hunger Games Relevance

(Please read/boost if you’ve ever read/watched the hunger games or you care about what’s going on)

I don’t know if other people feel the same way but especially with the new hunger games film coming out I’ve been absolutely floored by some of the parallels between the world in the series and the current conflict in Palestine.

Firstly, Suzanne Collins did say that she partially got the idea from flicking between channels showing reality TV interspersed with footage from the Iraq war so I guess there’s a good reason for me to be seeing similarities now.

But the fact it’s being live-streamed - the carnage - the propaganda - the fact that lots of us have been following the same few (often very young) journalists who have become the ‘face’ of Palestinian resistance (because right now journalism IS resistance being actively targeted by Israel) - it’s all crazy familiar.

I saw a clip of Israeli’s sitting on a hill watching and laughing at the bombs dropping on Gaza today as though they were fireworks just minutes before Israel bombed the 3rd floor of a paediatric hospital. The same ‘Sderot Cinema’ where Israeli’s bought deck chairs and snacks to ‘watch the spectacle’ of the 2014 bombing campaign on Gaza.

The way not everyone in the capitol was evil or bad and some people actively supported the districts but realistically they were still complicit in the exploitation - even if just through ignorance.

The incredible amount of children dying - the bombing of hospitals and withholding of resources (like in District 8 in Mockingjay), the taking of people not involved in Hamas into administrative detention (hundreds arrested in the West Bank - like how the victors were taken in Catching Fire even the ones who weren’t involved in the rebellion), the collective punishment of Gaza (the firebombing of District 12).

The way Israel dropped pamphlets from the sky to tell Gazans to evacuate south and then bombed the route (literally straight out of the games I swear - the video of the pamphlets falling was like the scene with the parachutes in Mockingjay which represent hope and then detonate).

It’s so eerily similar and I just wonder how so many watched those films and read those books and are silent now - why could they identify resistance and oppression and desperation and exploitation in fiction and not reality?

And I wonder if maybe it’s because we have to remind ourselves that we aren’t Katniss in this situation - we aren’t the heroes - we are the Capitol and District citizens watching it all happen on our screens - and that’s an unfortunate and uncomfortable concept to grapple with.

The Way Ahead

A/N: Asked @floreatcastellumposts to give me a prompt to get me out of my writer’s block (If anyone else wants to send me a prompt, then please do!). She gave me ‘McGonagall finds out that Harry is an Auror’ and this was the result: 

Minerva sighed as she fell heavily into the chair behind her new desk. Her bones ached from weariness; she took a sip of her tea in order to suppress the yawn threatening to escape her. There was no time for rest. 

The parchment in front of her was so long the end of it snaked off the edge of the desk and trailed onto the rich carpet, the list of chores upon it stretching across the office. 

Minerva took her quill and began searching down the list, ticking off items which had been dealt with. Hagrid had managed to secure the Thestral herd this morning. Minerva tried not to think about how much longer that particular task may have taken if not for the increased number of volunteers who could now see the winged horses roaming the battle-scarred grounds of Hogwarts. 

She scratched her quill across the parchment, and scanned down the rest of the never ending list. The repairs of the castle were taking longer than expected, due in part, to the ancient magic holding much of the structure up. And creating a definitive list of which students would and would not be returning in the Autumn was proving rather difficult. Nobody, it appeared, was quite ready to think about the future just three short weeks after the fall of Voldemort. 

“I’m getting too old for this,” Minerva whispered, lifting her cup to take another sip. 

“Nonsense,” came a voice from behind her. Minerva jumped slightly, having forgotten once again that her new office came with an audience. “I should think there’s still a few decades in you yet.” 

She did not bother responding to Albus’ remark, his portrait, it seemed, would be just as taxing as the man himself had been. 

Never mind that his tenure of the school had not started with the most devastating battle Hogwarts had seen in its long history, never mind that she would have to oversee a cohort of students who would be unable to walk the corridors without replaying scenes from said battle, never mind that a vast number of them were dealing with the loss of loved ones to Voldemort’s tyranny. 

Minerva was pulled from her morose thoughts by a soft knock on the door. She bit back another sigh, mentally steeling herself for the next in a long line of problems she was sure was about to walk through her door.

“Enter.” 

The door opened slowly, almost tentatively, and a shock of untidy black hair appeared around it. 

“Good evening, Professor,” Harry Potter said politely. “Do you have a moment for me and Neville?” 

Minerva pressed her lips together, attempting to hold back a smile. She doubted there was a single witch or wizard in the country that couldn’t spare a minute for Harry these days. 

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Why every single emotion and outburst Harry James Potter had during Order Of The Phoenix was justified: A 400 page essay by me

Potter Sibling Stuff:

James: Why can’t I go in the kitchen?

Lily: *Hiding fallen feathers behind her back* No reason.

James: Then let me through.

Albus, From The Kitchen: ARGH!

James: *runs in and freezes*

Albus: *holding scratched arm next to a hippogriff* This isn’t what it looks like.

James: Well then what is it!? Because it looks like a Hippogriff in our kitchen!

Lily: This is all a dream *hand swishes*

James: That only worked once!

Albus: In our defence, Mum and Dad only said we couldn’t get a baby Hippogriff, they never said anything about a fully grown one.

—

Lily: *holding sketchbook* What’s this?

Albus: What are you doing in my room!?

Lily: Looking for your diary.

James: Oh I have that. Thought it was a very gay hand written novel at first.

Albus: *snatching diary* Give that!

—

James: No.

Lily: Yes.

James: No!

Lily: Yes!

Albus: Hey guys, you were taking too long and I did it anyway.

James: Wha — NO!!

—

James: Why do I have to do the dishes? I did them last night!

Lily: Because Mum and Dad love me more.

Albus: Yeah, and they hate the way I do them.

Ginny: Hey kids, oh and James, it’s rubbish day tomorrow so take the kitchen bins out.

James: Wha — I have plans!

Albus: Not anymore trash man.

—

Albus: Oh yeah, and James.

James: Yeah?

Albus: Try a silencing charm next time, it really—

James: *throws pillow at Albus*

—

Lily, Wearing Crop Top And Shorts: I’m going out.

James: Not in that you’re not!

Lily: Why not!?

Albus: Because it’s ugly.

James: At least wear something that goes together well.

—

James: *plonks on the couch*

Harry: Took me ages to fluff those pillows.

James: Sorry.

Albus: *steps over back and squats with a plate of cold pizza* What are you guys watching?

Harry: Some Muggle cop show.

James: What!? Why doesn’t he get yelled at for that!?

—

Lily: Can I invite a girl over?

Harry: Sure.

Albus: Could I invite a girl over?

Harry: No.

Albhs: Why!?

Harry: It’s just inappropriate.

Albus: What about a boy?

Harry: That’s fine.

Albus: *silent in polysexual*

James: Could I invite a boy —

Harry: You’re still grounded.

James: For what!?

Harry: *Points to dirty dishes*

James: That was Lily’s—

Harry: I don’t want to hear the excuses.

—

Albus: I may have gotten into a fight.

James: With who!? A dragon!?

Albus: No! Just some twenty-five year old with a lighter.

James: What!? Are you okay!?

Albus: Yeah I’m fine, he wasn’t very good.

James: You’re covered in cuts, bruises and burns!

Albus: And? You should see him.

Lily: *walks in* Again? What did he say this time?

James: AGAIN!?!?

—

James: *walks into bathroom to see Albus bleaching half his head* Did you have another mental breakdown?

Albus: No. It was a panic attack actually.

—

Lily: How is James better at makeup than me!? He doesn’t even wear it!

James: I’m gay, I don’t know.

—

Albus: This is a bad idea. Maybe we shouldn’t do this?

Lily: James will be hella pissed.

Albus: Okay, let’s go!

—

Albus, Over Phone: Hey Mum. You think you forgot something at the shops?

Ginny: Oh shit! Lily asked for rye bread.

Albus: I meant me!

James: You forget Albus again?

Ginny: Why didn’t you mention it?

James: You forget your child and I’m somehow to blame?

Ginny: Don’t give me that back talk!

James: Backtalk!?

Ginny: You’re grounded!

Albus: This was so worth getting left behind.

—

Lily: Can I stay over at a friends house this weekend?

Harry: Sure.

Lily: Thanks!

James and Albus: How was that so easy for her…?

James: Lily you are truly beautiful-

Lily: Oh screw beautiful, I’m brilliant! You want to appease me, compliment my brain!

I AM ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY MIND AFTER READING THIS PLEASE READ IT

After the Bridge: The Full Story (Jem/Tessa)

hi Cassie! idk if you’ve noticed, but I think you’ve invoked a small (and quite entertaining) url revolution. — hornyjem

I did. I am very proud. :)

This is the full story of After the Bridge, a tale for those who might have wondered what Tessa and Jem did after they met on Blackfriars Bridge in the epilogue of Clockwork Princess. If you’ve been waiting to read it until it was done, it is now done.

Those who do not like Tessa&Jem together or Jessa sexytimes probably should skip this. (You will not miss anything that will affect your understanding of later books.) Those who like that sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like.

After the Bridge alternates POV between Jem and Tessa. This is Part Five, the full story. As this is one short story and not chaptered, each post will contain the whole story from the beginning up to the point where that part ends so that new readers or readers who don’t remember what happened won’t have to hunt down the previous post(s.)

AFTER THE BRIDGE : Now with (sexy) art by Cassandra Jean! 

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