ontology | yet another conspiriusy

I saw Padfoot again today, being walked by a large bloke with absolutely no hair at all by the large, tangley hill directly behind my house. He was sniffing something. Perhaps I dropped something? He's trying to find me, I know it. After he finds me, I haven't any idea what he wants to do, seeing as he can't speak while trapped in dog form, and I have no...anything. Especially not tickets to London. (Then again, if Remus lives in my closet...)

And who's the bald bloke, and how does he play in? (He could be someone completely random that happened to pick a bedraggled-looking dog off the road, but that's not interesting enough!) Are there American Death Eaters? (Um. No.) Or has he noticed the dog's proficiency for crossword puzzles and is exploiting him at fairs and things?

Er. Yes. I have gone quite, quite far off the deep end. I am swimming in the middle of the ocean, practically. But this is the best. conspiracy. theory. ever. (And it wants to be fic. I'm not sure if I'm ready for that yet. *cowers* That, and Ted/Andromeda angst-fluff set to 'All You Need Is Love'. Which I have been humming all day.)

In other news, I have stripey stockings (green and black, and I only just realised what a Slytherin I must look--all in black, except for the stockings!), and the medallion from Pirates of the Caribbean, because I am a geeky fangirl. Soon, I will have black and white and red and white stripey stockings. I also bought an orange-green-yellow-brown plaid scarf that looks like a relic from the seventies (we've pictures of Dad in trousers just like it!), and I will pretend that it used to be Sirius'. Er.

It is also very nippy and rainy today, and there are beginning to be great splotches of orange on some of the trees, and I have been alternating between Prisoner of Azkaban, Beowulf, and the first volume of Simon Schama's History of Britain all day, which has made for a pretty cheery day.

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Are there American Death Eaters? (Um. No.)

Of course there are. There have to be. I mean, considering there were definitely Death Eaters from Bulgaria, and Voldemort was hanging around in Albania--America's big enough to support a pretty sizable wizarding population, and I can't imagine there wouldn't be at least a few whackjobs here who would support Voldemort.

And speaking of Slytherins, Ben Franklin was a total Slytherin. Definitely.

*HYSTERICS*

Let's sort all the Founding Fathers now!

~~Sam Adams is SO TOTALLY A GRYFFINDOR.~~

Jefferson was a Ravenclaw. Inventions and the Dec. of Ind.? Such a Ravenclaw.

Washington was a Gryffindor - brave for taking the British with his odds.

Monroe was a Ravenclaw. Monroe Doctorine? Such a Ravenclaw thing to do.

Now I have this really mad mental image in my head of Washington explaining to his army that they're going to cross the Delaware on Christmas Eve in the middle of a snowstorm, and a great bunch of the soldiers are looking at each other exasperatedly and muttering 'bloody Gryffindors'. *headdesk*

*has just ruined American history, forever*

Yes, but I've an excuse, really--we have to read Franklin's autobiography as part of the poli-sci class we have to take, and I can't remember anything specific in there that made me think this, but every time I read parts of it (operative word being "parts," as I'm way behind), I can't stop thinking how much a Slytherin he is. Really.

Heh. I was reading about Franklin in Bill Bryson's Made in America, which is a sort of history of American English, and he seemed almost prototype Slytherin. There was a bit where Bryson explains that most of the sayings Franklin had in his Poor Richard's Almanac he, er, borrowed and improved upon, and Franklin is quoted as saying something along the lines of: 'Why make up your own when you can steal other people's?'

So, yes. Slytherin!!

Plagues, this is catching. I will be doing this to every person I meet and every person I read about FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. And I would like to blame it on you, except for the bothersome fact that I started it in the first place...

Plagues, this is catching. I will be doing this to every person I meet and every person I read about FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. And I would like to blame it on you, except for the bothersome fact that I started it in the first place...

But it's SO MUCH FUN. Not to mention quite useful, really--most people, at least on the surface, do seem to divide pretty well into the four Houses, and being able to name someone a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff or what have you goes a long way toward understanding how they act.

Or something. *isn't taking any psych classes and really shouldn't be talking like she is*

But I did decide today, based on a statement from one of my professors, that the executive branch generally requires a Gryffindor, the legislative Slytherins, and the judiciary Ravenclaws. Just, you know, because.

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