I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO TURN ME INTO A SACRIFICE FOR YOUR OWN SALVATION | jocelyn (via svcredstars)
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“the niffler is a british beast. fluffy, black and long-snouted, this burrowing creature has a predilection for anything glittery.” - fantastic beasts and where to find them
same, girls. same.
Hermione landed ungraciously on her back and winced at the shudder that ripped through her frame. Magic was perfect for expedient travel, but when these methods had been invented, those involved seemingly hadn't focused on comfort in the same way that Muggles did. Every form of magical transportation seemed to include some variant on being squeezed within a tube or dropped from a great height.
As Ginny helped her to her feet, she shot a pointless scowl at the old brown boot, while trying surreptitiously to dislodge any grass from the back of her bum. She was sure she would be covered in grass from where she fell. Her humiliation was increased by Cedric Diggory's artful drop into the middle of them, not a hair out of place.
She watched him saunter through the rest of the tangled bodies with the hint of a smirk on his chiselled face. When she began to think unkind thoughts about the unruffled pretty boy she cut herself off, it wasn't his fault she was in a bad mood. Though she couldn't help the eye roll as he moved between herself and Ginny murmuring "Ladies".