lørdag den 30. december 2017

Slughorn scooping Snape out of thin air

Da jeg genlæste Harry Potter 6 for 100577549382+39. gang her for en måneds tid siden, blev jeg grebet af den vilde kreative lyst til at illustrere nogle af de fedeste små moments, der maler de mest komiske billeder inde i mit hoved når jeg læser dem på papir... Så jeg skrev dem ned, da jeg stødte på dem og nu har jeg så fået samlede mig sammen til at gøre de skrevne øjeblikke til visuelle øjeblikke!
TAHDAA!

6'eren er af mange årsager min ynglingsynglings Harry P-bog... Harry har fået hele forklaring om, hvorfor Volde forsøgte at myrde ham som baby - og er klar over at det er ham, der skal færdiggøre den ondeonde troldmand. Der er kun ét puslespil der skal samles, for at alting kan komme på plads: Hvordan destruerer man Volde? Derudover er Horace Slughorn en rimelig genial karakter, den unge Tom Riddle er fascinerende og dybt foruroligende, love is in the air-sådan helt alvorligt (endelig!), Draco Malfoy spiller pludselig en vigtigtvigtig rolle, Dumbledore's død går liige i hjertet! Og bogen efterlader den magiske verden i ruiner.
OG så er der helt usandsynligt mange fantastisk sjove 'scener', der sådan finder sted indimellem alt dramaet. Ahmen helt igennem fantastisk bog!



Scooping Snape out of thin air:

Harry er taget til Slughorns julefest med Luna som vennedate - efter at have mødt en vampyr, hilst på en Hermione på flugt - befinder Harry og Luna sig i en mærkværdig rundkreds af mennesker, deriblandt Sybill Trelawney og Slughorn hamselv.

Slughorn roser Harry til skyerne for hans potions-evner -- hvorefter han 'scooper' Snape ud af ingenting! Og sætter ham på plads i en halvfuld-tilstand, uden at ville ham det ondt! Jeg måtte bare rekreere the scooping-Snape-moment!!



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And to Harry's horror, Slughorn threw out an arm and seemed to scoop Snape out of thin air towards them. 
'Stop skulking and come join us, Severus!' 
hiccoughed slughorn happily. 'I was just talking about Harry's expectional potion-making! Some credit must go to you, of course, you taught him for five years!'








Harry sprinting down the stairs to meet Dumbledore 

Harry er på vej ned for at møde Dumbledore - de skal ud for at finde den horcrux, Dumbledore mener han har fundet.
Da Harry også gerne vil orientere Hermione og Ron om situationen (samtidig med at han finder sin usynlighedskappe frem), får han pludselig travlt med at sprinte igennem slottet og ned til indgangshallen, hvor Dumbeldore venter. 

Det er hans vilde sprintetur jeg har taget udgangspunkt i... med lidt tilføjelser.

...

And he was off, hurrying back through the portrait hole towards the Entrance Hall.
Dumbeldore was waiting beside the oaken front doors. He turned as Harry came skidding out on to the topmost stone step, panting hard, a searing stitch in his side.


...


Dumbledore set off at once down the stone steps, his own travelling cloak barely stirring in the still summer air. Harry hurried along beside him under the Invisibility Cloak, still 
panting and sweating rather a lot. 


Da genlæste øjeblikket denne gang, troede jeg pludselig der stod "still panting and swearing rather a lot"...
Jeg fik pludselig et billede af Harry usynlig under kappen, helt varm, svedende, pustende og lavmælt bandende -- gående ved siden af Dumbledore. Jeg kunne ikke lade vær med at grine lidt for mig selv! Så jeg har lidt taget udgangspunkt i et halvt-om-halvt autentisk/ selvopfundet moment -- som jeg så udviklede på, og i stedet for at have ham gående ved siden af Dumbledore, kunne jeg liige se ham i sprint ned af trappen med kappen på og heele den her pustende omgang! Og spontant kom ilden også med.





Harry and Dumbledore walking side by side: 


Her er Harry og Dumbledore på vej mod fare -- gående i mørket på Hogwarts' grounds...

Jeg tegnede først denne her, med den pustende Harry in mente - men så kunne jeg ikke lige finde denne rigtige kropspositur til ham... og pludselig opstod der et andet stille sødt øjeblik, mellem den unge forældreløse dreng i lære og den ultimative mentor (og faderfigur).
Så jeg lod den være helt sin egen.
...

'I would like you to wear your Cloak, please,' said Dumbledore, and he waited until Harry had thrown it on before saying, 
'Very good. Shall we go?'

...

They made their way down the drive in the gathering twilight. The air was full of the smells of warm grass, lake water and wood smoke from Hagrid's cabin. It was difficult to
believe that they were heading for anything dangerous or frightening. 




Jeg kunne godt forestille mig, at den Harry P-illustrerende modus ikke er heelt færdig med at finde fede lækre øjeblikke, der funger som en simpel farveblyantstegning.. Nu har jeg jo også lavet 'the final moment' mellem Harry og Volde i et tidligere opslag.. Sååå..


fredag den 8. december 2017

Love you like a lovesong




Or maybe I just think of him when I am on my own
'Cause maybe make believe is not as lonely as alone
Silence brings the truth, but it breaks the fantasy
Every night inside my bed
You creep into my head
I am just a b-b-b-broken
Broken record
Every night inside my dream
I replay the same old thing
I am just a b-b-b-broken
Broken record 





Love is really nothing
But a dream that keeps waking me
For all of my trying
We still end up dying
How can it be?





Look how she lights up the sky
I love you, Evangeline





A mind so cynical for a happy face
With sense, you'd have took my hand and left this place
Conjoined, but never on the same page
Oh would you have stuck around if I acted my age?






You’re the fire and the flood
And I’ll always feel you in my blood
Everything is fine
When your hand is resting next to mine
Next to mine
You’re the fire and the flood 






This is no life to lead
The world is catching up with you
I know it's time to leave
I'm caught in two
Do I belong to you?







from now on
we'll be - you and me
we will be





Oh, can't you hear it in my voice
Oh, can't you see it in my eyes
Love, love is alive in me





And all this shade is illuminating
And all those love lines are taking shape
And all my worries, disintegrating
And I've been waiting, I've been waiting 




My love is in battle
Thought you were on my side
Thought you were an ally
But you took everything from my life
Got your knife aimed at my back
Never was the type to
Always wave the white flag
Never heard what I said 




But that's such a lie
And it's not the same
Cos I'm in a band
So I play the game
But it don't mean shit
Cos I'm in love with you
So I feel the pain
And it builds up too




I’m writing this letter
To tell you I’m on my way
I’m coming home
I’m feeling much better
I don’t know what else to say
I’ve missed you so




Cool yourself down
I think I'm getting stuck
I think I'm getting hooked on you
Your cheeks are so warm
And mine are glowing too
Yeah, I can feel our lips like glue 



We will grow old as friends, I've promised that before
So what's one more?
In our grey-haired circle, waiting for the end
Time and hearts will wear us thin
So which path will you take, cause we both know a break
Does exactly what it says on the tin








BROKEN RECORD (tessa violet)
EDGE OF DESIRE (john mayer)
MA BELLE EVANGELINE (the princess and the frog)
EVERYTHING  (bry)
FIRE AND THE FLOOD (vance joy)
FOR YOU (fickle friends)
FROM NOW ON (the features)
LOVE IS ALIVE (lea michele)
LITTLE LIGHT (lewis watson)
LISTENING TO ME (unbottoned)
I SEE RED (mcbusted)
GOLDHAWK ROAD (tina dickow)
GLUE (fickle friends)