Oh, wow. Right now I'm staring at the screen and, not for the first time, thinking how much lovelier the world would be if I could just read this and read this wihout having summer classes interfere.

And if wishes were words, then I'd probably have your next fifty million chapters on my lap. And how excellent would that be? Worlds of excellent. Just like your Draco, and your Harry and your Lupin and pretty much everyone. Even that boy Ant, who dared to put Draco in baggy denims. And Snape, who makes my soul quiver with delight every time he speaks - be still my heart! - especially when he's all stern but secretly glowing with pride for Draco. And Draco, who remains weary of and stubbornly unimpressed by all the action and world-saving going on.

There are so many clever things here and I am determined to reread this many many times once summer classes end. Because the glittery fiery plot is making my heart thump, and this so rarely happens any more.