We talked a bit about harry Potter at the end of class, and its inspired me to make a blog post about it.
In a world full of spectacular magic and infinite possibilities, there is something eerily simple and final about Avada Kedavra. In just two muttered words and a flash of pale green light, a death eater can permanently end a wizard or muggles life. Wizards and Witches can instantly graft bone, replace spliced flesh, or otherwise cure any of the assortment of odd magical injuries, but the quick death of Avada Kedavra is final. This serves as a dark contrast to sense of power and immortality I had imagined wizards to have as a young muggle reading the books and this always scared me to death. As much as I don't mind seeing Robert Pattinson zapped to death, I have to feel for the guy.