The title of the series is on page 72 of book 6!
Monday, March 5, 2012
by Mary: Harry Potter book 3, page 72
"I've made you all sandwiches..."
"I made you all sandwiches!"
Isabel was at it again. Emmelynn didn't think the living room carpet would ever recover from the orangeade and now her 4-year-old sister had to go and make sandwiches. Peanut butter, mayonnaise and Cheetos. Corned beef and Jell-O. Not jelly, Jell-O. Cream of tarter, sugar and eggs. Raw eggs. Not to mention all the Nutella on the ceiling. Isabel was the only person Emmelynn knew who could get Nutella on the ceiling. And she burnt all the bread to a crisp before putting anything on it. If Isabel could mess even sandwiches up, then Emmelynn did not want to know what she would do with spaghetti.
by Ellen: Harry Potter book 3, page 72
"I've made you all sandwiches...no, they're not corned beef..."
"I've made you all sandwiches."
"Oh, that's lovely! We shall have a splendid picnic!"
It was ever so jolly to set out across the fields, swinging their picnic basket and merrily singing "The Dear Old Queen's Stuffed Her Ears Full of Beans." Roger and Emily and Violet searched out the best spot near the stream, while Geoffrey splashed amongst the cat-tails, forgetting to take off his shoes and stockings until it was too late. A line of golden daffodils stretched along the margin of the stream, nodding their heads in a sprightly dance.
"Let's pretend we are explorers," Roger called.
"Oh, yes, let's," the girls agreed.
They spent the morning exploring darkest Africa until they grew hungry. "What did mother pack for us?" Emily asked. "Are they corned beef?"
Violet opened the basket. "No, they're not corned beef. They're tripe."
"My favorite!" Geoffrey announced, joining them on the bank and dripping all over everyone.
Monday, February 27, 2012
by Mary: Harry Potter book 2, page 72
Several uneventful hours later, Kira decided it was time for a practical joke. Her older sister was the obvious choice for a target, but she had been pranked so many times that she would probably be more careful when she did things like turn the sink on. That had been funny, but after doing it five times already, Kira knew she couldn't take any more chances with it. Her sister definitely wouldn't be expecting the old "jump out a pile of leaves and scare someone" trick, but a giant pile of leaves randomly appearing in the yard in the middle of summer would definitely be suspicious and Kira had done that enough times, anyway. She needed something new. Something that no one had ever thought of before. Something to make the most boring summer ever a little more fun. Something like...
by Ellen: Harry Potter book 2, page 72
Okay, this one was harder. Mary's still trying to think of something to write. Here's the quote:
Several uneventful hours later...
The best trips are the uneventful ones. Not the best vacations, of course. The vacations should be full of fun and adventure. But the getting there itself should be nothing to tell a story about. Traveling has always had an element of danger and discomfort, and if you get where you're going with minimal amounts of either, it's been a good trip.
Sometimes the journey really is the important part, but if you're flying from Florida to Singapore and none of your flights are delayed, and your luggage arrives when you do, and absolutely nothing exciting happens between home and away, that's a story worth telling.
Monday, February 20, 2012
by Ellen: Harry Potter book 1, page 72
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
His eyes were bigger than his stomach. That's what his mother always said. "It's a sin to waste food," she said, so he was forced to eat all he took, and his stomach grew bigger and bigger and his face expanded until his eyes nearly disappeared.
By the time he reached adulthood, it was not just food he craved. Fast cars, exotic vacations, beautiful women, power and influence. But his eyes were bigger than his wallet.
Lust, gluttony, greed -- they were all the same thing. Wanting more than was good for you. The thing he wanted most was money, because money could buy all those other things. His job was enough to pay the bills, save for the future, and have a little fun, but it wasn't enough for his dreams. He learned how to cheat at cards, tried out his skills, got caught, spent time in prison. He traveled to storm-ravaged states, promising to repair old people's damaged roofs, took their money and drove away. Got caught, spent time in prison. He sent out e-mails asking people to invest in his non-existent business. Never got caught.
Finally, he had enough money to buy a small island. He built a beautiful house, bought a fleet of fast cars even though there were no roads on his island, invited Hollywood directors to film on his island so he could hang around with beautiful movie stars.
One day a hurricane blew through the area, devastating his little island. His fleet of cars was gone, washed out to sea. His beautiful house was damaged beyond recognition. His Hollywood starlets were busy with other projects, and couldn't find his island on a map anyway.
With his food and fresh water scarce, and communication cut off, he waited alone to die. He was about to repent of his life of greed when he heard a helicopter. He waved the tattered curtains from his living room, shouting wildly. The helicopter landed and a man climbed out.
"Hey," the man said. "Your house looks pretty bad. Lucky for you I'm a roofing contractor. Just give me a million dollars so I can fly back to the mainland and pick up some supplies..."
by Mary: Harry Potter book 1, page 72
Enter, stranger, but take heed
of what awaits the sin of greed
"I'm not sure you should go in there. There's supposed to be a lot of booby traps..."
"Are you afraid of a couple of trip wires?"
"Yes."
"Well I'm not. Come on."
They entered what looked like just a hole in the ground, but the "dirt" wall at the end had a hidden door in it, as Sabrina's annoyingly ego-centric companion was quick to point out. They went through into what looked like a treasure chamber. Stacks of coins glittered on the floor, but Sabrina could tell at a glance they were all fake. Her companion, on the other hand, said gleefully, "See! I found the treasure! Didn't I tell you I would find it?" He started shoveling coins into his bag. Even though he claimed to know everything, he didn't even know that gold was heavier than wood.
Then he spotted the statue in the middle of the room. No trip wires. No spiders. "This is easy!" he announced. He seemed to like announcing.
"Too easy," Sabrina thought. But the statue was obviously real gold. Even the most inexperienced person ever could see that. Her companion had picked up on this. Sabrina could tell by the glint in his eyes. She had seen this glint before, and bad things usually followed. Her companion tried to pick up the statue and it fell, landing with a loud BANG! One second later, the entire floor caved in. There was a moment of silence after they landed. Then Sabrina's companion said, "...I got the statue."
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