Right, I've thought about how to go about this; the amount of references definitely tops most of the
[food in books] posts, which featured one single book per post. On the other hand, I honestly thought it's quite abnormal to so heavily reference another fandom, to a point that I don't really want to spend more posts documenting this phenomenon lmao. I guess this will even out those really short food posts I have out there, bahahaha. Feel free to let me know if I missed any!
City of Ghosts (Cassidy Blake, #1)
- Ch. 6
- And then the luggage starts tumbling out onto the carousel, and the first thing I see isn’t the red and yellow stripes of my suitcase (yes, I’m a Gryffindor), but the boy riding cross-legged on top of it. He loves making an entrance.
- Ch. 7
- The Lane’s End reminds me of that scene in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, where Harry arrives at the Order’s headquarters—which is actually Sirius Black’s house—but it’s hidden by a spell. One of the wizards taps on the stones out front, and the buildings slide apart to reveal the headquarters sandwiched between.
- Ch. 8
- I brace myself for something creepy or ghoulish, but Mom leads me down the road to a place called the Elephant House, a bright red café with a banner that proudly announces:
Birthplace of Harry Potter
“No way,” I say, following her inside.
I’m in awe as Mom and I explore the café.
Apparently, it was here at the Elephant House where author J. K. Rowling—the J. K. Rowling—dreamed up Harry, and Hermione, and Ron.
Here, she sat at one of the wooden tables and created Hogwarts, and Azkaban, and Diagon Alley.
Here, she invented Quidditch, and the Triwizard Tournament, and the Deathly Hallows.
- Ch. 11
- Findley is waiting for us in the sitting room. He’s a stocky man with a trim beard and a bald patch in the middle of his red curls that makes it look like he’s wearing a crown. He reminds me a little of a redheaded Hagrid.
- Ch. 16
- “Are you a fan of Harry Potter?” I ask her.
“Are you asking because I’m English?”
“No,” I say, “I’m asking because it’s Harry Potter and it’s amazing. And the author wrote the books here!”
Lara lifts her chin. “Well, the history of the Elephant House is contested among locals.” She hesitates, adding, “But I’ve always fancied myself a Ravenclaw.”
“So you are a fan!”
She cuts a sideways glance at me. “Let me guess, you’re a Gryffindor.”
I beam. “How did you know?”
She looks me up and down. “Reckless, headstrong, most likely to charge into a situation unprepared.” The edge of a smile. “Plus, you’re wearing a red and yellow Hogwarts sweatshirt.”
- Ch. 19
- We cut through the nearest building, which, according to the banner on the wall, is the Great Hall. My first thought is that it looks like the dining hall straight out of Harry Potter.
“Pigworts!” announces Jacob triumphantly. “Broom ball! Crowpuff!”
He’s never actually read the books, which he knows drives me crazy, but he also knows I don’t have time to sit and turn ten thousand pages for him, so I broke down and showed him the movies.
“It’s like that scene with Tumbledore and the Magic Hat!” he exclaims gleefully.
- Ch. 21
- “Why are you here?” I ask.
He looks around fondly. “Suppose I’m not ready to say goodbye.”
“And Lara lets you stay?”
He chuckles softly. “We all need someone who sees us clearly.”
Huh. Maybe Lara has a soft spot after all.
“And maybe I’m Skull Shooter,” says Jacob. “No offense, Cass, but I don’t care about Lara’s inner Hufflepuff. I care about getting your life back, and to do that, we need to find her.”
- Ch. 23
- The girl is tall and blond, in jeans and a sweatshirt and a Slytherin scarf. She looks like she could have walked straight out of the Elephant House.
Tunnel of Bones (Cassidy Blake, #2)
- Ch. 2
- Calling the Tuileries a garden is like calling Hogwarts a school.
It’s technically correct, but the word really doesn’t do either one justice.
- Ch. 7
- Confession: I don’t love heights. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m afraid of them, but I’ll never be the girl standing on the ledge, arms spread wide, like that moment in Harry Potter when Harry rides a hippogriff for the first time (movie edition, obviously).
- Ch. 8
- “Are those … Harry Potter pajamas?” I ask.
She looks down at herself. “Just because they’re blue and bronze—”
“They’re totally Harry Potter pajamas, aren’t they?”
Lara bristles. “They’re comfortable. If they just happen to accurately represent my chosen house—”
- Ch. 11
- “You speak French?” I cut in.
“Of course,” says Lara briskly. “And German. They make us take two foreign languages in school. I also know a little Punjabi, thanks to my dad. My parents say language is the most valuable currency. Don’t you know any other language?”
“I know how to ask for the bathroom in Spanish,” offers Jacob.
“Um.” I chew my lip. “I memorized all the incantations in Harry Potter.” I look at Jacob. “And I can speak to ghosts.”
“Obviously not,” says Lara, “or you wouldn’t need me to translate. Look, until we find out who this poltergeist is—was—you don’t stand a chance of winning.”
American English | 美式英文
British English | 英式英文
Français | French | 法文
Deutsch | German | 德文
繁體中文 （台灣） | Traditional Chinese (Taiwan)
