The Underound Lake #12: Mysteries Unveiled
by Brandon Ahoy all!! I trust everybody had a good Thanksgiving. Come to think of it, do people in foreign countries even have Thanksgiving? I never thought about that. So everybody that does: Happy...
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Madam Puddifoot’s: Why I Became a Harry/Luna Shipper
by Jenna I’ve never really considered Harry’s romantic prospects much. I haven’t been for or against any of Harry’s ships [except for, I must admit to be fair: H/Hr, because I am a firm...
U-N-I-T-Y (That means the Slytherins too!)
by Nia I’ve been a fan of MuggleNet for a while now, and the editorials are, without a doubt, my favorite part of the site. But I must admit that I’ve experienced an incredible...
The Highly Unofficial But Well Thought Out Guide to Who’s Going to Die
by MasterJZ Many people have theories of who’s going to die/live in Half-Blood Prince, but they all have the same problem in common with their accusations. Before you send in any more accusations, you...
Pettigrew’s Debt, Part II
by Scottie R. Thank you for being a friend, traveled down the road and back again. Before I launch into the meat of this debate I’d just like to express how blown away I’ve...
Luna Lovegood: Key Player, Plot Device Princess
by Midnight and Kitti Luna is a somewhat controversial character in the Potterverse. In OotP we see that both her sanity and her credibility are seriously doubted by most people who come into contact...
The Magic Quill #30: The Circle Completed
“Joe!” he cried. “Joe Albuquerque! Is that really you?”
“No, it’s just a disguise,” said Joe Albuquerque, seating himself in a chair Harvey had just now conjured from nowhere. “So when do we get down to business?”
“What did you do with the real old goat?” Sadie asked, gazing down at the surprisingly small pile of items that had made up Joe’s disguise as the owner of the Hog’s Head. She added, in a vaguely hopeful tone, “Killed him, I suppose…”
Madam Puddifoot’s: Romance and the Red Herring
by Karen Hayes It never fails in the ‘who is in love with whom’ debates. We always seem to come back to stinky fish. For those of you who have resisted the siren song...
