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It is too bad journals can’t speak up and give advice or support.
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The last time that happened the Chamber of Secrets was opened
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i was talking to my friend about the similarities between gryffindor and slytherin, and he told me to come up with a concise way to explain the differences between the two.
so i told him, “if you make a gryffindor mad and they storm out on you, they’ll get a lot of satisfaction out of slamming the door behind them. but a slytherin will leave it wide open, because they’ll get the most satisfaction knowing they made you get up to close it.”
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character aesthetics: draco malfoy (hp)
“You don’t know what I’m capable of, you don’t know what I’ve done!”
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Young James Potter ↳ “I know James Potter’s an arrogant toerag. I don’t need you to tell me that.“
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JKR has released new Lockhart info AND IT’S ALL I’VE EVER WANTED TBH I’VE BEEN WAITING LIKE 2 YEARS FOR THIS DAY
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what did they do??
everything, hopefully.
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How Percy Weasley’s growth as a character is shown by one word.
Prisoner of Azkaban
“Why are the Ministry providing cars, Father?” Percy asked again, in a dignified voice.
Goblet of Fire
“I’ll come with you Father,” said Percy importantly.
Order of the Phoenix
From Percy’s letter to Ron post family rupture:
“As you must be aware, given our father escorted him to court…”
Deathly Hallows
“I’m sorry, Dad.”
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what if the word “floozy” is actually borrowed from wizards and it’s a contraction of floo-easy - someone whose floo sees a lot of action or who uses the floo a lot bc it’s a private, quiet way of getting right into someone’s house for a quick…visit?
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I will forever lament that Voldemort never saw the note Regulus left him before he died. Imagine how mad he’d have gotten, realising someone who had completely slipped under his radar and who he had never really given any thought had figured out his secret and stolen a part of his soul. And he wouldn’t even be able to take it out on Regulus, who was gone where no one could reach him, a place where Voldemort, most of all, feared.
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House Aesthetics//Gryffindor
“You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart“
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Perfectionist Slytherins who are so swallowed up in anxiety that they unconciously sabotage themselves trying to be perfect.
Daydreamer Slytherins who are ambitious in their minds but can never seem to realise their plans in reality.
Cunning Slytherins that are also lazy, making plans and never doing anything about them.
Slytherins with a sense of pride and dignity and great cunning and skill whose ideas of greatness are a good home, a loving family and a legacy of fun stories to tell the grandkids.
And yes, Slytherins who will stare you down whilst they eat an entire fucking 18″+ pizza just because you said they couldn’t.
the golden trio
Millicent Bulstrode suspected no one had been quite as happy to get away from Hogwarts as she had. Even the war heroes - and villains - seemed to have a tendre for the place. Not her. Seven years of Pomfrey’s sanctimonious lectures on nutrition, seven years of hearing insults, sly and not so sly, seven years of trying to fit in, seven years of knowing she was the bull in a world of delicate princesses. No, she was done. She packed up her things, moved to London, got a job - a GREAT job - in fashion, and didn’t look back. She wore what she wanted, ate whatever she damn well pleased, had an apartment that even that Narcissa Malfoy would admire, and she had her cat. Really, who could ask for anything more?
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Anonymous asked:
can you write dobby/sorting hat?
Oh my god, ahahaha. Okay, here is someDobby/Sorting Hat. It’s set during DH
Dobby was the onlyone who volunteered to clean Headmaster Snape’s office. The other house-elvesfeared him, speaking in hushed whispers about the wizards in dark cloaks who wereoften found in his company. Dobby did not share this fear. He was no strangerto wizards’ brutality. At this point, nothing could be done to him that hehadn’t already endured.
He Apparated intothe circular office with a loud crack,disrupting the stale air. He couldn’t help but frown; the tower seemed dark,gloomy, robbed of the warmth it radiated when Headmaster Dumbledore was here.It no longer felt like a home. It was a crypt.
Dobby made his wayover to the bookshelf, humming to himself. He loved his work. It made him feeluseful. He might not be able to help Master Harry defeat the Dark Lord, but hecould do this. He could take this dirty room and make it shine. He could make it clean.
Just as he began todust the bookshelves, he heard a strange noise. Startled, he turned around andsurveyed the room. It was empty, just as he’d thought. But there was thefaintest thrumming of magic in the air; where was it coming from?
His body taut, hereturned to his task, trying to ignore the adrenaline racing through his veins. As time passed, hegradually began to relax. Just when he thought he had imagined the sound, heheard it again.
“Who’s there?” hesqueaked, not bothering to hide his anxiety. “Headmaster Snape? Is you here?”
A low, gravellyvoice answered him. “No, it’s not Snape, fortunately for you. He would haveyour hide for speaking out of turn.” It chuckled. “House-elves are to beneither seen nor heard, didn’t you know? And yet here you are, in plain sight.Naughty.”
Dobby movedbackwards, trying to pinpoint the voice’s location. His eyes scanned thebookshelves closely, sure that’s where it had originated. But all he saw was aPensieve and an old hat- oh!
Dobby exclaimed,“You! You’s the Sorting Hat, you is! Dobby is hearing of you. Dobby is hearingthat you have many powers.”
The Sorting Hatsnorted, then lifted its brim to reply. “Yes, I’m quite powerful. So powerful thatmy autonomy has been stripped from me, as I am forced to spend year after yearin this musty tower, unable to do or say anything.” He twisted, his fabricbunching, his anger palpable. “I see and hear everything, you know! No oneknows more about the inner workings of the castle. Yet am I ever consulted?Ever treated as anything other than a convenient tool for the barbaric sortingritual that inevitably sows distrust amongst students and faculty alike?No. I am just a novelty, forced to be used at the whims of lesser minds. Thisis my existence. To be used, but never really seen.”
Dobby smiled sadly.“Dobby is understanding, sir. Dobby is also being used by wizards. We is nevertreated as equals.”
The Sorting Hatpulled itself upright and seemed to regard Dobby intently. “Too right. They only see us in terms of what we can do for them.”
Dobbynodded. “It is all Dobby is knowing. It is what Dobby must do.”
“Don’t you wish formore? To see the world? To explore what you could be on your own?”
Dobby’s eyeswidened, and he whispered, “Tis treason for house-elves to be wanting for more!We is not supposed to dream!”
The Sorting Hat saidgently, “You cannot help but dream. Even from here, I can sense that. It’s whoyou are.” He paused before asking, “Can I… may I look inside your head? I’venever been able to examine someone on my own terms. I… it would be an honor.”
Dobby smiled. “Ofcourse, sir.” He stretched up and retrieved the hat, gently brushing off thedust before settling him atop his head.
“Oh!” The SortingHat sounded awed. “I see everything! So much bravery, so much wonder. So much hope.” He sighed. “Despite what you have suffered, you see such beauty in the world. It’s… remarkable.”
Dobby swallowedbefore answering. “There is much ugliness, sir, but there is much good too.Dobby isn’t letting the bad wizards take away his hope. Dobby isn’t lettingthem win.”
They stayed silentfor a moment, each lost in his thoughts. Finally breaking thesilence, the Sorting Hat said hesitantly, “I want to wish for more, too. I hopefor hope, if that makes sense.”
Dobby smiled. “Isa good first step, sir.” As his chest tightened with some unfamiliar emotion,Dobby resolved to help nurture the Sorting Hat’s tentative hope.
After all, in thesedark times, the hope of hope was often all you had.
i don’t know whether to laugh or cry wtf Em, how can you turn something so crackish into something so sweet??
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Having Mr. Weasley as a father-in-law must have been the easiest thing in the world. Whenever Harry wanted to score points, he just needed to do any of the following:
- drive him to a carwash
- take him on a field trip to the Muggle post office
- HARDWARE STORE OMFG
- “I hope you like your new outdoor barbecue, dad!”
- vending machines
- first plane ride (making sure Mr. Weasley gets his junior pilot wings)
- Segway tours. Mr. Weasley on a Segway is now my new favorite visual.
- any as-seen-on-TV gadget: Slap-Chop, Super Shammy, Paint Zoom, Mr. Lid, NuWave
- get him one of those banks that automatically separates the Muggle coins according to type
- leaf blower. just show him a fricking leaf blower.