plusieurs choses à dire...
1. le camping d'hier :
des rencontres sympas : B. et D., même si j'avoue D. est un peu spécial mais marrant tout de même avec une culture impressionante, j'aime discuter avec lui.
des gens bourrés (!) : M. (p'tit frère) pas complétement cuit, mais bien joyeux, il sautait partout.. il a quand même finit par se faire bien mal le pauvre chéri.. mais ça l'empêche pas !
Cé, dans l'même état, voire pire que M., elle était trop drôle !!
Et C. .. ma pauvre C., trop crade je l'avoue, pire que mwa !!!
2. Harry Potter :
enfin je le commence ..!!
j'vais vous faire profiter des premiers paragraphes, de la première page même :
The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane. For a second they stood quite still, wands directed at each other's chests; then, recognising each other, they stowed their wands beneath their cloaks and started walking briskly in the same direction.
'News?' asked the taller of the two.
'The best,' replied Severus Snape.
The lane was bordered on the left by wild, low-growing brambles, on the right by a high, neatly manicured hedge. The men's lon cloaks flapped around their ankles as they marched.
'Thought I might be late,' said Yaxley, his blunt features sliding in and out of sight as the branches of overhanging trees broke the moonlight. 'I was a little trickier than I expected. But I hope he will be satisfied. You sound confident that your reception will be good?'
Snape nodded, but did not elaborate. They turned right, into a wide driveway that led off the lane. The high hedge curved with them, running off into the distance beyond the pair of impressive wrought-iron gates barring the men's way. Neitherof them broke step: in silence both raised their left arms in a kind of salute and passed straight through as though the dark metal were smoke.
The yew hedges muffled the sound of the men's footsteps. There was a rustle somwhere to their right: Yaxley drew his wand again, pointing it over his companion's head, but the source of the noise proved to be nothing more than a pure white peacock strutting majestically along the top of the hedge.
voilà.. la première page !!
j'ai trop envie de lire la suite!!
alors ... à tantôt !!
humeur du jour : triomphale
chanson du jour : variation autour du complexe d'Icare de Thiéfaine