The Late Great Dumbledore

As I may or may not have mentioned, every day we have Harry Potter reading time.  Zibbi and I are extremely into this time, while Lotta wonders if it would be possible to take a day off once in awhile (?!?)  When I first started my readings, Lotta was aghast at the volume with which my voice would rise during intense scenes.  Now she doesn't even notice.  Really this is my time to test out my acting chops.  At the end of book 6, Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards of all time, Harry's headmaster, father-figure/mentor is killed.  The problem was, I knew we were approaching the scene, and I began crying, so much so that I could not continue to read, BEFORE he died, as he kept slipping down the wall, because he could no longer support himself.  I had to take a LOT of deep breaths to continue.  Then he DID die, and I cried even more.  It was a SCENE unto itself.  That's what great literature does, it allows you to get out all those feelings that can't stay bottled up inside. The girls were dumbfounded by my emotions, but also vaguely understanding, it was Dumbledore after all.  I guess what I really taught them was how to get a good cry in while reading.