I’M LILY EVANS?
As expected, I’m Luna.
DUMBLEDOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Neville, motherfuckers.
Dumbledore because I judge.
Lily because I’m an extrovert today.
I’M LILY EVANS?
As expected, I’m Luna.
DUMBLEDOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Neville, motherfuckers.
Dumbledore because I judge.
Lily because I’m an extrovert today.
Parks and Recreation - That one (probably last) sleepover at Leslie’s, when Ann confessed that she hadn’t read the Harry Potter books.
sketchvember day 18. Oh, Ann. Lovely Ann, beautiful Ann. Silly Ann, thinking you don’t like Harry Potter. Just read them, Ann. Just read it. Read it, Ann. Come on, Ann. I know you’ll like it, Ann. The books are better, Ann. Magic, Ann. Ann, come on. Have another Nutri-yum, Ann, you can do it. Come on come on. I’ll read with you. We’ll read aloud, together. Then we’ll sign you up for Pottermore, Ann. We can mix potions, Ann, potions! I mastered in Potions, Ann! -gasp- We can get you a wand…!
Neville had come lunging out of nowhere; unable to articulate a spell, he had jabbed Hermione’s wand hard into the eye hole of the Death Eater’s mask. The man relinquished Harry at once with a howl of pain.
Chapter 35 - Beyond the Veil
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Guys, remember that time Neville couldn’t get his wand to work so he stabbed a motherfucker in the eye?
(via makilinginthenameof)
About a decade ago, I attended Nibmus 2003 — one of the first Harry Potter conventions. I got attendees to sign their LJ usernames to a piece of bristle board so I could make a list to post on LJ later. I just found that piece of bristle board.
As a friend of mine pointed out, this is a piece of fandom history. MsScribe left a kiss mark. Cassandra Clare signed some old version of her username (epicyclical). Aja’s on this. And lots of other people.
I have no idea what to do with this. I’d just recycle it, but I figure that there’s got to be someone out there who wants it/knows someone who could maybe auction it off for charity? IDK. Thoughts? Ideas? Anyone actually want this?
oh my god. *covers face with hands* IT IS ALWAYS 2003. (p.s. apparently “msscribe” is a popular tumblr tag. FANDOM.)
Oh my god is right. Reading those names is like a gut punch straight in the feels. There’s so much history there, so many relationships, some still active, some lost to time. It’s fandom history and personal history, all in one image.
cripes i know a fuckload of people on this. i’m not there, though, i was brand new to hp fandom then.
Never hang out with anyone who says “feminist” the same way Draco Malfoy says “mudblood”.
Friendly reminder that Tom Felton improvised this scene because he forgot his line.
A+ acting, would cackle again.
I love how he looks genuinely impressed in the last gif.
Tiny Tom Felton is adorable.
Forgive me, I don’t recall ferrets being on the list of acceptable creatures to bring to Hogwarts.
I HAD THE SAME THOUGHT
They’re Harry Potter’s kids. I’m sure they could bring a fucking giraffe to school and it’d be fine.
Omg that comment.
They will also be allowed to join the Quidditch team during first year and apparate on school grounds.
The forbidden forest is just the forest to Harry’s children. There is no curfew. When Harry Potter’s kids see teachers out of bed they scold them. Hogsmeade permission slip? I think not.
‘Have you done your homework Albus Severus?’
‘No. My father defeated Voldemort’
‘Fair enough’
‘Albus Sverus, go to bed’
‘You can’t tell me what to do.My father was the chosen one.’
‘Potter what are you doing in the girls labatory?’
‘fuck you my dad did it’
‘Potter! Did you put your name in the goblet of fire?’
‘Yeah bro you got a problem?’
‘Potter, you-‘
‘My father’s going to hear about this’
so they all turned into Draco Malfoy… the little shits
And that’s why he has a ferret.
Colin, on the run, refused to give up on photographing everything they came across. The Dark Mark over Dorking. The spot where someone had been Crucio-ed ‘til they scratched and bled and pissed themselves and scratched and bled some more. The terrified cast to Muggles’ faces that you could only capture when they thought you weren’t looking, because they didn’t quite know what they were so terrified of. Dennis told him to quit it, but he wouldn’t. He thought that someday someone might want to see these photos. He thought that in days like these, everyone had to see them.
“The moments when— when the world’s gone and fractured? Those are the moments you record,” Colin said. After the Battle, though, it turned out that no one wanted to remember those moments. Everyone wanted to move on. It was all too painful.
Until one hundred years later, actually. Until Dennis, an old man, found the pictures in the attic and donated them to that memorial museum in Harrowyck Alley. A small white placard was put up next to them: Life on the Run During the Second Rise 1997-1998, Colin Creevey (14 June 1981 - 2 May 1996), shot with a Bernhard Mago-Panoptical Instant, graciously donated by Mr. Dennis Creevey of Ottery St. Catchpole.
And people came to see them. Lots of people. Sometimes their eyes would close and reopen, watering at the corners like they were leaking away anger they didn’t know they possessed. Sometimes their mouths would go hard or they would inhale very suddenly like something inside them had broken and only a quick jolt of air could fix it. But they all went away understanding something they hadn’t before.
This was why Colin had recorded the fractured moments.
Incorrect.