Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers into the field. Hands were raining down on their backs. Harry had a confused impression of noise and bodies pressing in on him. Then he, and the rest of the team, were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd. Thrust into the light, he saw Hagrid, plastered with crimson rosettes – “Yeh beat ‘em, Harry, yeh beat ‘em! Wait till I tell Buckbeak!” There was Percy, jumping up and down, like maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there, fighting their way toward Harry, were Ron and Hermione. Words failed them. They simply beamed as Harry was borne towards the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup.
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Ron, an expression of ecstasy on his face, mounted the broom and zoomed off into the gathering darkness while Harry walked around the edge of the field, watching him. -Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapter 13, Gryffindor Verses Ravenclaw
I feel like Harry’s fading from my life and that’s not okay. I’m fairly certain the same is happening to a good majority of you as well, so I’m telling you, join me on my re-read.
Theoretically, if you read 2 Chapters every weekday, and 3 chapters every Saturday and Sunday, you should be able to keep up and finish before September first. However, I highly suggest you alter the calendars to suit your own life.
If we can manage to, we should get together and watch the movies as well.