every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters
"Apart from my transformations, I was happier than I had ever been in my life. For the first time ever, I had friends, three great friends. Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and, of course, your father, Harry ― James Potter. Now, my three friends could hardly fail to notice that I disappeared once a month. I made up all sorts of stories. I told them my mother was ill, and that I had to go home to see her…I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they worked out the truth…And they didn’t desert me at all.”
if you think it’s degrading to work in retail remember that voldemort worked at borgin and burkes before he became the dark lord
when a bunch of your favorite artists release new music at the same time
Better get my shit packed for Hogwarts the train leaves tomorrow
what is white culture
clapping after an airplane lands
They had Harry try to grab at the letters in the air for like thirty seconds before finally grabbing one. He becomes the youngest seeker of the century. He can catch a small golden ball that’s zooming around at 100 MPH. But he can’t catch an envelope? Or… you know… bend down and pick one up off the ground?
They had Harry try to grab at the letters in the air for like thirty seconds before finally grabbing one.
He becomes the youngest seeker of the century.
He can catch a small golden ball that’s zooming around at 100 MPH.
But he can’t catch an envelope?
bend down and pick one up off the ground?
“You might have got the impression that there is a little bit more to Aunt Petunia than meets the eye, and you will find out what it is. She is not a squib, although that is a very good guess. Oh, I am giving a lot away here. I am being shockingly indiscreet." - J.K. Rowling.
If the reveal had been that Petunia was a witch ~ Several years after the war, Harry tracks his aunt down to confront her with what he witnessed in the pensieve.
*Wakes up in the middle of the night*
Me: Please don't be 6am
Me: MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS TO ME!
*Shoves face back into pillow*
We were talking about Shakespeare in English class and the tradition of throwing tomatoes when the actors are bad. Well it turns out, back then people thought tomatoes were poisonous, and so people would aim at the actors mouth and try to kILL THEM WHEN THEY WERE BAD AT ACTING OMG