Katherine Frances's Blog, page 313
September 20, 2015
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I feel like the...
I feel like the only person on Booklr that hates divergent
nah you’re not alone *high five*
YEEES! I got through the first book easy enough, couldn’t do the second and couldn’t finish the first movie
Man I’m not a big fan of YA dystopian books but usually I enjoy the movies. With this one tho… I don’t like the actors (nothing against them, I just don’t like them) so I didnt even try watching
I wrote a huge long thing about how much I hated it when I first read it.
Same, I enjoyed the premise of the first book, and I was alright with the characters. The second book was a mess in my opinion. I felt like there was just boat loads of unnecessary relationship drama and poor decisions thrown in there to amp up to a totally disappointing reveal at the end.
Like, spoiler, but why the F would a war torn society be like “oh shit we need diverse thinkers who value more than one quality and can evolve how they think for different situations… you know what we should do? Build a fucked up society were people are forced to choose to live by ONE ridged value. That’ll breed diverse-thinking people… somehow….” I was so disappointed by that reveal because I was expecting some like ah-ha moment that explained everything and we get this.
Kim Shimmers and the Screech Owl
This Harry Potter fanfiction will be posted, as long as all goes well, every weekend.
Chapter 9
Quidditch Cup
It had been almost three months since she’d had anything other than a passing hello with Fred and George. It was late February, and Kim had been working with the more miserable than ever Hermione to give Hagrid a solid case to defend Buckbeak. Ron and Harry were still angry at both Hermione and Kim, and nothing, including the upcoming quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, could lift Kim’s spirits.
When Kim woke the morning of the match, she wandered unenthusiastically to the Great Hall. She wasn’t looking forward to the match at all because while watching this game would be considerably nicer due to the improved weather conditions, she had no idea where she was going to sit. She supposed she’d find Luna or Clemon in the Ravenclaw section. Kim had a hard time keeping up with whether or not Hermione and Ron were fighting, but if not they would certainly be sitting together, and if they were sitting together Kim would certainly not be welcome near. All this, along with the fact that Clemon was eyeing Kim suspiciously as she walked up to the table with pins and flags, made Kim hesitantly decide to pick up the blue and bronze. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Ravenclaw to win… It was just that in her heart, she didn’t want Fred, George, or Harry to loose.
And that feeling swelled even stronger as she sat down at the Ravenclaw table, which was bustling with nervous energy about how they were going to manage defeating Harry’s new Firebolt. Kim watched as the Gryffindor table was practically exploding with excitement and happiness over the game to come. Fred and George were there too. Kim got a sudden urge to go talk to them. Did she really have any concrete reason to think they were mad at her? It had been such a long time since they’d had their disagreement, she could hardly remember exactly what happened. Perhaps this was all just a misunderstanding. And it couldn’t hurt just to go over and say good luck, could it? That was neutral enough.
Kim got shakily to her feet. Fred and George were standing and making their way out of the Great Hall. This was her only chance. She had to hurry. She almost lost the will right then and there. Don’t be stupid. These were your friends… even if they aren’t anymore… and who knows… Kim saw flashes of the last quidditch match, of Fred and George embracing her as they embarked solemnly to witness the damage done to Harry, unsure if he was alive or dead.
“Hey guys,” she said with a shaky cord running through her tone. They both turned casually until they caught sight of her. They gave her a quick look up and down and dawned smirking grins. Kim took a breath and opened her mouth to try and force out some form of luck wishing, but they cut her off with an ugly jeer. Arm in arm with each other, they leaned in and they booed. They were smirking at her, like she was a zoo animal they wanted to make angry so it’d be more exciting for them.
“Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw,” they jeered, followed by another boo and then ugly laughter. Kim felt her face crumpling despite herself.
“Well- good luck then,” she said sharply, only able to think of the last thing she’d meant to say as her throat got tight and her voice thick. Both their faces wiped clean of their expressions, but she didn’t stick around to watch what they did next. She hurried off to escape back up to Ravenclaw Tower, suddenly completely uninterested in watching quidditch at all.
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