Flippy’s Unpopular Opinion Hour:
Mrs. Hughes has almost become the sonic screwdriver of Downton, solving
everybody’s problems. It’s fucking lazy. (I love her, but at this point
when anything happens I’m like eh, Mrs. Hughes’ll probably fix it).
"Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke up to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid, and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.
“Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.”
— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
MAN, THAT’S NICE.
NICE AND SEASONAL.
JUST REALLY NICE, IN A SEASONAL KIND OF WAY.
I THINK IT’S LOVELY, AND ALSO QUITE WARM.
IS THERE ANYTHING MORE PLEASANT, WARM, LOVELY, AND SEASONAL THAN A NICE ROARING FIRE?
NO, NOT REALLY.
NO. THERE IS NOT.
I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE WE THREW GARY IN THERE, THOUGH.
I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE GARY OWNED, LET ALONE PLAYED, A KENNY CHESNEY CHRISTMAS ALBUM.
HONESTLY. IT’S NOT LIKE WE HAD A CHOICE.
NOPE. HAD TO BE DONE.
IT WAS FOR THE BEST.
ALL THINGS CONSIDERED, IT WAS BOTH MERCIFUL AND FAIR.
WHAT A SEASONAL WAY TO GO.
RIGHT? SUPER SEASONAL.
AND WARM TOO.
WHAT A NICE, WARM, SEASONAL WAY TO GO.
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