The Phantom Librarian

Title: Little Bits of Junk
Harry Potter/Raiders of the Lost Ark
Neville Longbottom/Marion Ravenwood

Part One
Part Two
Part Three

Previously, in LBoJ:
Bill Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt told Gran Longbottom that a brooch with her name on it was left in place of an item stolen from the British Museum, an Egyptian artifact called the Feather of Maát, which has magical properties. Neville is accidentally sent back in time to the 1920s, when the piece was originally stolen, and Kingsley takes advantage of it, instructing him to steal it back. While there, Neville encounters Marion Ravenwood, the daughter of the archaeologist who found the piece (Marion reveals that she actually found it while on the dig with him). He also encounters a fashionable young couple, Tom Riddle and Mertysa Marvolo. Mertysa is wearing the brooch. After dinner, Marion and Neville go to the exhibits and Neville learns a bit more about Marion's past, then Marion tries to kiss him in an alcove off the main gallery. He realizes she's drunk, and is trying to refuse her when they hear glass shatter outside.

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I'm feeling so crabby. Everything's got me on edge--literally, as people who get my f-locked posts know, I just took offense at a personal finance article. I'm annoyed at all things related to Star Wars, including my own layout, and chewing nails over "Little Bits of Junk," a story which I like but can't seem to get through in more than little coughed up bits every few days. I'm personally annoyed with computers that don't work and keeping up a nasty running commentary on the book I'm re-reading (Desperation, which is actually not a bad book, but I'm kvetching at Stephen King for no good reason). I should pick up one of the Shadow books to kvetch at Card and roll my eyes at Potok for awhile as well, just so that I'm biting at the ankles of all of my mentors. (J.K. Rowling escapes this because she's too damned young to be my mentor; she's only a couple of years older than I am, so with HP, I'm just kvetching at myself for being a lazy bitch and not having my own bestselling series, and knowing that's the worst possible frame of mind in which to sit down and write anything, which also leaves me frustrated, because not writing makes me crabby.)

Oh, well. I need a change. So I'll re-do my journal layout. Let's see what I can come up with.

For the sake of something to actually complain about, I sort of liked Legally Blonde (high in the "sort of" category), but how hard would it have been to have her a year younger than the guy she's following, so that she could be spending her senior year studying (they could use the exact same montage that they used) rather than the unbelievable notion that she took care of all the admissions silliness in the time after the boyfriend had already been accepted (and apparently having gone through some political business to get the acceptance) and before school starts. I will say, what saved the movie was that she didn't re-make her new best friend or the guys she meets. She lets them be themselves and learns that they're okay, too.