The Truth Behind Wizarding Spells

As I mentioned in the previous post, wizarding spells are, 99% of the time, derived from Latin words. Here are some well-known spells and their English meanings. Most spells are from Latin though there are a few exceptions. We'll start off with a personal favorite:

Expecto Patronum-I expect a guardian
Lumos-Latin for light
Nox-Latin for night
Imperius-Modification of impero, meaning I order
Crucio-Modification of cruciare, meaning crucify/torture
Avada Kedavra-From Aramaic abracadabra, meaning let the thing be destroyed, the thing being life
Expelliarmus-Expel means to throw out, and armus is Latin for arm
Sectumsempra-Sectum means to cut, and sempra is close to semper, meaning always 
Stupefy-Similar to Latin stupeo, 'to be stunned'
Accio-Modification of accerso, Latin for to summon
Aguamenti-Aqua means water, and augmen means growth
Alohomora-West African word meaning 'friendly to thieves'
Impedimenta-Latin for burden, though the spell in fact slows to victim


Harry Potter. Percy Jackson. It seems like you can't get enough of either. They're both so unique, both so compelling. So why in the world is there so many similarities?
        I mean, there are obvious ones. Let's start with the fact that both of our main characters, Harry and Percy, have the exact same features. Apart from the scar and glasses, both characters have jet black hair and bright green eyes. Both of them look surprisingly like their fathers, except for a few key features (Harry's eyes, Percy's attitude.) 
        Besides the physical features, both have come from rather abusive backgrounds, and neither had known their parent(s) until a well-enough age (twelve for Percy, never for Harry.) Both are better at practical fighting/dueling, whereas they, *ahem* lack in the brains department.
        Then there are Harry and Percy's friends. Ron and Grover are the comic relief, the characters that have no major role, yet are necessary for the story. …

The Boy Who Was Misunderstood

I know, I know, the title is very click-baity, but this is an topic I have to address. I love the Harry Potter series, and, among my favorite characters (other than the main three) is none other than Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black. This post is going to explain why this much-hated, much-abused character is also the least understood
        Draco Lucius Malfoy (born June 5th, 1980) was a born Slytherin. A proud pure-blood, Draco and Harry have been enemies ever since there first year. As the story progresses, we see how much of a "git" Draco is, with his deceitful, cunning personality. He is, in a manner of speaking, the anti-Harry (such as the way Pansy Parkinson is the anti-Hermione.) But under all these layers is, inevitably, a spoiled boy. 
        First and foremost, I find it necessary to remind that the entire Harry Potter saga (excluding The Cursed Child) is told from Harry's point of view, tainting our impressions of Draco. One might …

Slytherin vs. Gryffindor: Was Draco Malfoy sorted into the wrong house?

"Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed 'SLYTHERIN!' " ~ Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, page 120, paragraph 10         It seems the Sorting Hat had no qualms about placing the infamous Draco Malfoy into Slytherin, the power hungry house of ambition. As the series goes on, the sorting hat's decision make more and more sense; we see Malfoy's personality unravel, and pronounce his inner "stupid git." But then the sixth book arrives, and we see how he has truly transformed from the proud eleven- year-old to a terrified sixteen-year-old. Seeing that the entire saga is told from Harry's point of view, it can be said that the information told to us can be a bit... well... stretched.          I have strong reason to believe that Draco Malfoy, has, in fact, been sorted into the wrong house. Why, you ask? Let me explain.         First, a bit of background kn…

Music to My Ears

Music to My Ears
First morning light, First chorus of chirps, First drop of water, First shout of anger, First squeal of laughter, First blare of the trumpet, First ding of the chimes, First beating of the drums, First pluck of the base, First pull of the harp, The song of life, Ongoing. Music to my ears.


Tongue lolling out, Sides heaving. Ebony black fur Glistening in the sun. Bright eyes Lazily peering  Through half-closed eyes Looking at You.

It's Now or Never

It's Now or Never
It's now or never Take it  Or leave it Wait too long And the moment's gone Lost... In the wind