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Who's your favoriete character from both series?Why?
Favorite scene from each book in both series? Why?
Favorite book from each series? Why?
What would u change in each book? Why?
What did u like in each book? Why?
What are the morals u learned in each series?
What were the happiest/saddest/scariest/funniest moments in each series?

*WARNING: Long+Spoilers*

My favoriete character in Twilight would have to be Angelea. She's very smart and
kind and she doesn't judge anyone. Even if she may not agree with her friends,
she's still always there for them.
My favoriete character in HP would have to...

Me, Myself, and I

By Rita Skeeter

Exclusive interview with notorious Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange

Here I am, sitting in the private dungeon of the notorious Bellatrix Lestrange, most feared follower of the Dark Lord, and having a completely normal interview. Read on to see if there’s meer to Bellatrix than just madness and a nasty reputation!

RS: Hello!

BL: *growls*

RS: Do u mind if I use a quick-quotes quill?

BL: What’s that?

*fingers wand handle threateningly*

RS: Oh, nothing, erm, moving on…Can I call u Bella?

BL: No.

RS: How would u describe your relationship with the man known as...

1.A lot of trees have been sacrificed for Twishit
2.It's deathly boring
3.Sparkling vampires?Really?
4.Edward is a pedophile and a stalker.To every girl who thinks Edward's the perfect boyfriend: a guy who watches u when u sleep,is not romantic,but creepy.
5.There are a lot of plotholes
6.Bella has as much personality as the spoon I'm looking at right now.
7.Quotations like 'liquid topaz eyes' (since when are eyes liquid???)and 'it's an optional choice'(Where does Smeyer live,because it's obvious they don't have a dictionary there)
8.Bella is the stereotype of the woman before feminism.She's completely...

Dulce et Decorum Est (1917)
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Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod.Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just...