laura is 8 years old. even though she’d been constantly ignored and undervalued by some of the other contestants because of her age, she was definitely one of the best. everyone thought she’d definitely get to the final.
last night was the semifinal.
she wasn’t doing too badly until the last test, which was so hard that it had only ever been done in the grown-up masterchef. the contestants had to follow the instructions of a professional chef who cooked at the same time they did. it was not a test in which you could afford to waste time or get distracted.
and laura, poor, sweet, tiny laurita, whose pots and pans were almost as big as she was, got burnt.
she tried so, so hard to carry on with the test. she knew that having the burn treated would take up too much valuable time, so she kept cooking. but she couldn’t. the burn was bad, she was fighting back tears, and even the judges were starting to get worried. she had to go.
at this point, spain began to cry.
everyone thought it was game over for her. she’d be too far behind when she came back. there was no way she’d be able to make up for lost time.
BUT THEN
SWEET CINNAMON ROLL LUKAS SWOOPED IN AND COOKED IN HER PLACE AND TOOK CARE OF HER DISH AND INGREDIENTS WHILE HE WAS COOKING HIS OWN THING
THIS WAS THE SEMIFINAL AND HE WAS PUTTING HIS PLACE IN THE FINAL AT RISK SO HE COULD HELP HIS FRIEND
HERE YOU CAN PRACTICALLY SEE THE JUDGES AND THE CHEF ASKING THEMSELVES IF THIS IS REAL LIFE
SPAIN WAS BAWLING
and then laurita came back with a heavily bandaged hand. she tried to continue, but it was too much for her since she was basically cooking with one hand.
AND LUKAS KEPT HELPING HER
in the end, laura had to leave for good. she just couldn’t cook. she tried, though, and she was asked if she wanted to leave twice before she said yes.
and so our princess left.
thankfully, at least something good happened. lukas made it to the final, and most of spain is rooting for him.
these kids are angels, guys, and i’m crying. i’m crying so much.
I was on the bus thinking about Harry Potter tonight and I remembered the part where the Dementors all show up at the Quidditch game, and I remembered how they were all looking up at Harry, and I wondered why they would all be staring at him, and then I realized that it’s because he has two souls in him.
On this note, wouldn’t that also be a reason why Harry would have had a more negative reaction than his friends (even Ginny)? He was hearing his mother’s voice as she was protecting him, which in itself was his worst memory. but the Dementors were also forcing the piece of Voldemort to relive its worst memory as well… The memory of being ripped apart by the curse that backfired. No wonder Harry passed out so often.
I literally never thought about that.
omg…
HOLY
Oh FUCKING HELL, you just made me realize that it wasn’t Harry’s memory that was his father telling Lily to take Harry and run, and it wasn’t Harry’s memory of Lily screaming.
Here I was, just eating a cup of applesauce under the 14-year-long assumption that the reason a small infant was able to remember something was because this was a fictional world of magic, but no, now this entirely reasonable and somewhat less terrifying bubble has burst and I’m never going to recapture that innocence.
I’m going to fucking bed.
It does make sense - and the part in Deathly Hallows where Harry relives his parent’s murder through Voldemort’s perspective and memory doesn’t exactly discredit the theory either
THE GREEN!
THE GREEN THAT HARRY SAW!
I was always under the assumption that he was remembering seeing it as a one-year-old, even though as an Education Major I know that people usually can’t remember that far back but I was just like, hey, he’s magical and maybe Jo just stretched the suspension of disbelief
But now
What if the green that Harry always saw, especially when the Dementors were around, was the small part of Voldemort’s soul reliving that moment that, as someone else pointed out, is probably the worst moment of his life.
I MEAN GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY THIS EVEN DESCRIBES WHY HARRY’S SCAR HURTS WHENEVER HE THINKS ABOUT THIS. BECAUSE IT’S THE PIECE OF SOUL INSIDE OF HIM HURTING!
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men, doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne Four for you, Glenn Coco! You go, Glenn Coco. And none for Gretchen Wieners, bye
It was a stormy night. The carriage rattled along the dirt road towards the Baron’s Castle. Its sole occupant, a man of the name of Jonathan Parker, was clutching his briefcase to his chest. He was a frail, nervous kind of man. There was an air of dusty neatness about him, the air of a resigned bachelor. He peered out of the window. The ride had been long, his rump hurt, and he was hungry.…
