“Darth Vader.” There I said it. That’s just the kind of thing you can say when you’re in the Rebel Alliance and you’re trying to have a reasonable conversation. The Rebel Alliance didn’t play games. They didn’t use euphemisms and they didn’t wince and shush each other up every time they were discussing their shared enemy, which was literally every day.
FYI the Order of the Phoenix is basically a really lame version of the Rebel Alliance. Except what is with these guys? They have been called together for one thing and one thing only: opposing Voldemort. They are supposedly the only crew not in denial of his return. And yet, they all cough and shift uncomfortably at the mere mention of his name.
This concept is not foreign to me. In Judaism, we have a custom of making noise during Purim every time Haman’s name is mentioned. Haman is dead though. That’s old business. This is new business.
If the Order of the Phoenix were the brains and brawn behind my chances of survival, I’d be pretty worried to be honest.
This is a life and death situation we are talking about. It should be all hands on deck. But who’s on deck includes a two-bit crook who goes by “Dung,” this one klutzy witch who knocks over everything in sight, and this other witch who could be devoted to — I don’t know — the cause? But instead wastes all her fire on overbearing helicopter parenting. Speaking of which — present is an only slightly under age trio that has faced off with Voldemort successfully on more than one occasion — and everyone’s like — “instead of saving the world, how about tidying up the drawing room for me love.”
Anyway, I am going to assume these jokers get their act together since this book has another 700 pages and 2 more sequels.
Harry Potter Virgin 