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A most peculiar Portkey
02/07/2003 05:44 pmIckle Iz still has not finished reading the Preciousssss. I want to savour every sentence and each delectable detail. Especially, I want to save reading it for special places and occasions and not just pig out and be left with a swirling blur of impressions.
Nevertheless, I really did think that I would be finishing today at the place I started and where the real adventure began..namely the Lunatic Asylum that is now a cafe, museum and Arts centre and affectionately known by Izzie as St Brutus.
I will finish it there but it turns out not to be today after all.
So far I have just finished "The Centaur and the Sneak' which had ickle Iz on the ground in fits of hysterical laughter. A couple of pink ribbons in that bushy hair and we are well on our way to a Dolores Granger.
The strange thing about St Brutus....Iz had the book in her paws for 5 whole hours without sneaking a single peek... as this had to be THE place to begin the next adventure into other worlds. It was quite uncanny... it was like being transported by a portkey and being really there.....
But it was particularly strange on Friday. I am normally only there when the weather is nice and sit under my favorite tree with the little green book and a Potter.. lately it is The Precioussss.. of course. But this time it was raining and extremely windy so I ended up in the courtyard away from the gardens and right next to the part of the building where the wards used to be.
Got past Hagrids adventures and off to his interesting Magical creatures lessons with those strange dark winged beasts and further on past the long corridors and dark doors.......on to St Mungo's. Without being too specific...Izzie too was slinking and slithering down those mysterious corridors and it was only when a distant voice murmered.."It is 5pm and we are now closing the gates" that I realized I was actually in some sort of trance. It was almost like.... I was on the verge of discovering some new and strange stuff and it suddenly ( disapparated. )
Izzie used to be scared and terrified witless of her very own personal Dolores (Who looked rather more like Narcissa Malfoy) but now can laugh about the whole thing... even the nasty lines and make jokes about what used to be such a very sensitive subject. To paraphrase Professor Dumbledore....to speak its name reduces fear of the thing itself. Now I never miss an opportunity to indulge in the wickedly wonderful 'Riddikulus' charm and far from never mentioning the D word, can use it with reckless abandon, put her on a pedestal and pretend to worship her. Now where can I find a picture of Randall with a pink fluffy bow?
The wardens at St Brutus...at the museum claim that the building is haunted by the ghosts of its inmates. Izzie smirks knowingly. Indeed it is. For one of those ghosts belongs to me. I learnt after 11 years to finally shake her off, slink out of my bitter and twisted skin and return renewed to the land of the living.
Izzie sometimes wonders if some of the power of these books is to make ancient wisdom accessible to those who need it. Seek and you shall find... especially if you did not even know you were looking. After all, everything changes except human nature.
And for those who would condemn them for promoting the occult, sorcery and other devious darkness, surely one should judge the tree by the fruit it bears.
Nevertheless, I really did think that I would be finishing today at the place I started and where the real adventure began..namely the Lunatic Asylum that is now a cafe, museum and Arts centre and affectionately known by Izzie as St Brutus.
I will finish it there but it turns out not to be today after all.
So far I have just finished "The Centaur and the Sneak' which had ickle Iz on the ground in fits of hysterical laughter. A couple of pink ribbons in that bushy hair and we are well on our way to a Dolores Granger.
The strange thing about St Brutus....Iz had the book in her paws for 5 whole hours without sneaking a single peek... as this had to be THE place to begin the next adventure into other worlds. It was quite uncanny... it was like being transported by a portkey and being really there.....
But it was particularly strange on Friday. I am normally only there when the weather is nice and sit under my favorite tree with the little green book and a Potter.. lately it is The Precioussss.. of course. But this time it was raining and extremely windy so I ended up in the courtyard away from the gardens and right next to the part of the building where the wards used to be.
Got past Hagrids adventures and off to his interesting Magical creatures lessons with those strange dark winged beasts and further on past the long corridors and dark doors.......on to St Mungo's. Without being too specific...Izzie too was slinking and slithering down those mysterious corridors and it was only when a distant voice murmered.."It is 5pm and we are now closing the gates" that I realized I was actually in some sort of trance. It was almost like.... I was on the verge of discovering some new and strange stuff and it suddenly ( disapparated. )
Izzie used to be scared and terrified witless of her very own personal Dolores (Who looked rather more like Narcissa Malfoy) but now can laugh about the whole thing... even the nasty lines and make jokes about what used to be such a very sensitive subject. To paraphrase Professor Dumbledore....to speak its name reduces fear of the thing itself. Now I never miss an opportunity to indulge in the wickedly wonderful 'Riddikulus' charm and far from never mentioning the D word, can use it with reckless abandon, put her on a pedestal and pretend to worship her. Now where can I find a picture of Randall with a pink fluffy bow?
The wardens at St Brutus...at the museum claim that the building is haunted by the ghosts of its inmates. Izzie smirks knowingly. Indeed it is. For one of those ghosts belongs to me. I learnt after 11 years to finally shake her off, slink out of my bitter and twisted skin and return renewed to the land of the living.
Izzie sometimes wonders if some of the power of these books is to make ancient wisdom accessible to those who need it. Seek and you shall find... especially if you did not even know you were looking. After all, everything changes except human nature.
And for those who would condemn them for promoting the occult, sorcery and other devious darkness, surely one should judge the tree by the fruit it bears.
