So I underestimated how powerful the fireball spell is in 5th ed. My players are at 3rd level and got a scroll of cast fireball two encounters back. They are facing 6 orcs, one boss orc at 30hp and one ogre at 63 hp.
The wizard on the first turn (a surprise round) incinerated five orcs outright and left the boss at 6 hp. I was livid.
THE MAGIC BEGINS-8/30. A scene you really wanted to be in the movies, but wasn’t:
‘Fred-George-wait a moment’
The twins turned. Harry pulled his trunk, and drew out his Triwizard winnings. 'Take it,’ he said, and he thrust the sack into George’s hands.
'What?’ said Fred, looking flabbergasted.
'Take it,’ Harry repeated firmly. 'I don’t want it.’
'You’re mental,’ said George, trying to push it back at Harry.
'No, I’m not.’ Said Harry. 'You take it, and get inventing. It’s for the joke shop.’
'He is mental,’ Fred said, in an almost awed voice.
'Listen,’ said Harry firmly. 'If you don’t take it, I’m throwing it down the drain. I don’t want it and I don’t need it. But I could do with a few laughs. We could all do with a few laughs. I’ve got a feeling we’re going to need them more than usual before long.’
'Harry.’ Said George weakly, weighting the money bag in his hands, 'there’s got to be a thousand Galleons in here.’
'Yeah,’ said Harry, grinning. 'Think how many Canary Creams that is.’
The twins stared at him.
'Just don’t tell your mum where you got it…although she might not be so keen for you to join the Ministry any more, come to think of it…’
'Harry,’ Fred began, but Harry pulled his wand out.
'Look,’ he said flatly, 'take it, or I’ll hex you. I know some good ones now. Just do me a favor, OK? Buy Ron some different dress robes, and say the’re from you.’
Paris Premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2, on July 12th of 2011
I am not a fan of the movies, this is no secret, and when I started this challenge, I thought this 30th post would be dedicated to one of the fond memories I have of the books. Maybe the first time I read Harry Potter à l'Ecole des Sorciers, back in 1999. Or that time when I first finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, in 2007. I was spending the summer in a host family in London, and I remember the mother asking why I was crying. Was I homesick? In a sense, I guess she was right. I was just not missing the home she thought I was missing. I wanted to speak of these moments, but then I realised: this is not really a fandom thing. Because I was alone. And one of the most important thing about fandom is that it is a family. This premiere was the first HP event I ever went to. And it was magical. I know, it seems obvious when talking about HP, but I truly can’t find another word to describe my experience this day. I went with people from my Harry Potter Fanfiction Forum. There were about fifteen of us and we spent the whole day waiting under a radiant sun, laughing and chatting and reminescing about the best HP moments. We met new people, I got interviewed by TV, we literally had a blast. Then it was time to enter the cinema, which was not really a cinema, but the concert hall Paris Bercy, where the biggest 3D screen ever was waiting for us. Actors came to present the movie. The French voices first. It was a great experience to see these people who usually remain in the shadows. And then our beloved cast. Evanna Lynch, James and Oliver Phelps, Mark Williams, Jason Isaacs, Natalia Tena, Domhnall Gleeson, and our very own Clémence Poésy. And when we actually got to see the movie… It was just awesome. Having friends to share it with, who all said “Marina are you okay?” after the Ron/Hermione kiss because I was squeeing so hard, crying in Alice’s arms when we saw Remus and Tonks dead on the floor, shouting “Connard” when Draco joined his parents, laughing when Filch tried to clean the Great Hall, and all applauding and shouting basically at every single moment. All 11 671 fans were united and most of us went out with tears in our eyes. I know I did, with my Ravenclaw tie around my neck and Ron’s wand in my hand. So yeah, I may not be the biggest fan of these movies, but this premiere is my favourite memory of thirteen years of being a Harry Potter fan. Because as long as we’re united, we remain strong.
But they were not living, Harry thought: they were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, ch. 16 Godric’s Hollow