You know it’s funny, because I read the HP series when I was…oooh, eight, I believe–blew through the first six books in four days (the seventh wasn’t out yet). And I read a LOT, now and then, every book I could/can get my hands on, so I was already WELL AWARE of the whole “three friends, BUT WAIT, one is a GIRL, and they do stuff get shit done whatever, BUT WAIT, both boys want to do the kiss and the sex and the date with her, BUT WAIT, she doesn’t know which one she wants to do the aforementioned activities with and so the friendship breaks down because the world is shitty and the boys can’t get past it.” And at the time I was like “what is this sort of sick feeling in my stomach” as I plowed through these FUCKING AMAZING books. And in retrospect I’m just like “that was you worrying a lot about a love triangle, honey.” And I’m still kind of bemused and delighted that my fears did not come to pass.

This has been the story of how Moran kind of fucking hates love triangles.