move, bad martini!

always overflowing with light // lily evans (born january 30, 1960)

that boy is better off a ghost (insp.)

“I know you’re going to ask me, Harry, but I don’t know who cursed me. I’ve been trying to remember, honestly. But I just can’t.”

“personally, i’d have welcomed a dementor attack. a deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely.”

i’m a mudblood! mudblood, and proud of it! i’ve got no higher position under this new order than you have, griphook! It was me they chose to torture, back at the malfoys’!

And Peeves, who Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset. 

“there’s no need to call me sir, professor.”

“we were all in the d.a. together. it was all supposed to be about fighting you-know-who, wasn’t it? and this is the first chance we’ve had to do something real — or was that all just a game or something?”

“that’s because it’s colorless,” said ginny in a convincingly exasperated voice, “but if you want to walk through it, carry on, then we’ll have your body as proof for the next idiot who didn’t believe us…” 

“the world changes and we change with it.”

marlene mckinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken, they got her whole family.

jealous? of what? i don’t want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. i don’t think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.

↳ “Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls were doubled up with silent giggles, pointing at Hermione from behind Snape’s back.”

↳ “Teddy’s back there! Just seen him! And guess what he’s doing? Snogging Victoire! Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing, and he said he’d come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He’s snogging her!”

on the other side of the room, fleur was jabbering away in french to her mother. fleur’s little sister, gabrielle, was holding her mother’s hand. she waved at harry, who waved back, grinning.

sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. he was very good-looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither james’s nor harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed. 

Regarded as the world authority on magical creatures, Newt Scamander is the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (quote featured above), which has been an approved textbook at Hogwarts since its publication in 1927 and can be found in most wizarding households.