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Wood: Gimme a Q! Gimme a Widditch! What does that spell? Practise in 3 minutes motherfuckers, anyone who’s late can clean the bludgers and SUCK MY DICK Slytherin is shit

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Wood: Gimme a Q! Gimme a Widditch! What does that spell? Practise in 3 minutes motherfuckers, anyone who’s late can clean the bludgers and SUCK MY DICK Slytherin is shit
⚡ ɪ ꜱᴏʟᴇᴍɴʟʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ⏤⏤ an independent, private, selective, book & headcanon based harry potter, from the jk rowling’s harry potter series. dash only, cursed by west.
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*•.¸♡ 𝙎𝘾 / @braveatheart
𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙮, probably researching about the triwizard tournament. she was just a small shy hufflepuff, invisible to the crowd; but building up her courage, she attempted to talk to him. almost a lot of people were kind of against him with the issue of his name being put in the goblet. arms wrapped around her books as she approached him, offering a weak smile. ❛ uhm… hi potter. j-just wanted to wish you luck for the tournament. ❜
no one believes him. of course no one believes him. who would? famous harry potter constantly needing to be at the centre of attention, and of course he would put his name in for a competition that leads to more fame and fortune. figures. he can hear the whispers -- he knows what everyone is saying about him. it’s all he can focus on these days. he can barely walk down a corridor without someone bringing it up. so, when someone approaches him in the library, he automatically assumes it’s going to be another jibe. when luck is offered instead, he pauses. he doesn’t need luck. he needs a way out; a way to survive. ❝ --- thanks, covey. ❞ it’s all he can manage. he’s too stressed to structure anything longer.
⚡ ʜᴀʀʀʏ & ꜱᴜꜱᴀɴ ;;
( birthday starter for @braveatheart )
Susan had been surprised to receive an owl from Hermione asking her to come to the burrow for a secret birthday party for Harry. It was nice to be invited but the redhead had almost refused to go. Her mother had to force her to leave the house. The woman thought it would be good for her daugther to be with friends and forget about Amelia’s tragic murder. So Susan had baked a cake and put on something other than pyjamas to celebrate Harry turning sixteen years old.
❝ Happy birthday ! ❞ The small smile on the hufflepuff’s face was genuine. ❝ I didn’t get you a gift but I made you my grandma’s famous lemon pie. ❞ She hoped that the boy liked lemon. If he didn’t, it would surely get eaten by someone else but she would prefer if the guest of honour enjoyed the desert.
the surprise was great. fantastic, even. yet, something about it feels hollow. it’s his first birthday after his godfather’s death and he can’t help but feel weighed down by the fact. still, he plays the part of the thankful friend, forever warmed by the fact that he’s surrounded by people who love and cherish him on a daily basis. it’s... nice. it gives harry the sense of family that he spent the first ten and a half years of his life missing. the least he can do for them is be happy. after a while, however, fake happy starts to drain on him and he finds himself taking a small break from the ruckus. on his way out, he almost walks straight into susan.
❝ --- hey, susan, ❞ harry greets. ❝ thank you, ❞ he then adds, smiling softly. it’s safe to say he hadn’t expected her here. in fact, he barely expecting anyone that had shown up. ❝ that’s okay, you didn’t have to get me one. don’t worry about it. ❞ someone’s presence is far more valuable than a random item anyway. ❝ that sounds -- and smells -- amazing. honestly, susan. thank you. i -- thank you. the rest of them are through there, ❞ the dark haired male points over his shoulder with a thumb. ❝ everyone will be happy to see you. ❞
⚡ ʜᴀʀʀʏ & ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ;;
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Hermione leaned against the table, nodding down at the cake she´d spent ALL morning making. A cup of tea in hand her lips curved into a smile as she waited for Harry to blow the candles out.
“You have to make a WISH,” She spoke, though she knew that he was probably well aware of that tradition. “And you´ll have to TRY the cake before I`ll get you your present.”
“I hope you´ll LIKE it.” She then added, picking the neatly wrapped present from the counter and holding onto it for a moment. “I saw it and immediately thought of YOU.”
how did he get so lucky? he can’t help the grin that stretches his lips as he looks from hermione to the cake to the present. so many years he went without, and now -- now he has people surrounding him on a daily basis, remembering small details like his date of birth and what makes him happy. it’s honestly enough to cause his eyes to glisten. reaching out, he gives the brightest witch of their age a soft shoulder squeeze before leaning forward, his lips forming an o as he blows out the candles. then, straightening up, he can’t help but chuckle. ❝ you know you didn’t have to do all of this, right? you know i don’t expect anything from any of you guys... ❞ still, it’s nice.
❝ i already know i’m gonna love it. ❞ grabbing a fork from the table, harry obliges in her request: taste the cake before the present. he chews, momentarily falling silent while he revels in it’s flavour. ❝ it’s better than anything i could’ve ever made, ❞ he comments. then again, he’s not amazing at everything like she is. ❝ what’d you get me? ❞ harry asks, forking some more cake into his mouth.
@devoutconfidence said: ‘ being an adult is having the ‘ we have food at home ’ talk with yourself . ’ ↳ text posts
he doesn’t want to be that guy, but then again... he is. he has the money to eat out whenever he feels like, and quite frankly, that’s pretty much every night. the inheritance has it’s uses, it seems. ❝ yeah, but... that kind requires knowing how to cook. that’s never really been in my wheelhouse of abilities. ❞
@hiddensteel said: ‘ i’ll get over it . i just gotta be dramatic first . ’ ↳ text posts
she’s cornering your market, harry. ❝ i... know the feeling. want to, uh -- want to talk about it? ❞ not that he would know what to say, but he’s learned that it’s better to ask than to wish you had asked later on.
@sylphanide ( yennifer ) said: ‘ it’s not a real party until you sneak away into the bathroom to question your existence as you stare at yourself in the mirror . ’ ↳ text posts
that must make this a real party, then, considering harry is currently perching on the window ledge as the cool air brushes over his skin. it’s too busy, too loud out there, and he just... he needs a break from it all. he hadn’t expected to find himself in the presence of another yet here she is. so much for this small bit of sanctuary among the noise. ❝ i know my excuse, but what’s yours? ❞
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@firewck said: ‘ i’ve come to the point where i don’t even procrastinate anymore i just don’t do it . ’ ↳ text posts
❝ if it wasn’t for, you know, everything else, i’d pretty much say that’s the story of my life. ❞
@prcphesiied said: ‘ due to unfortunate circumstances , i am now awake . ’ ↳ text posts
❝ pretty sure there’s something in the chamber that could help with that. ❞ oh, right. he killed that thing. ❝ if in doubt, ask hermione. or, you know, i’m sure goyle would love a new target to sit on. that could help. ❞
@lightcreators ( ron ) said: ‘ i’ve come to the point where i don’t even procrastinate anymore i just don’t do it . ’ ↳ text posts
❝ welcome to the club. ❞ the fact that harry is currently sprawled across one of the couches in the gryffindor common room with a bunch of wizard cards shuffling between his fingers is testament to the fact he reached that mental head space a long time ago. the homework can wait... till hermione appears, at least. ❝ i think i’m at the i’m hungry but can’t be bothered moving stage. ❞ it’s a hard life, indeed.
*•.¸♡ HARRY & LJ ―― it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. ft. @braveatheart [ template: © ]
@lightcreators ( hermione ) said: ‘ me ? overreacting ? probably . ’ ↳ text posts
is she overreacting? absolutely. at least, in harry’s opinion she is. he’s still walking, talking and able to roll his eyes. the fact he’s covered in soot and his hair is singed in places can be ignored. all in all, he considers his attempt to brew the potion described on the pages displayed on the table quite the success. ❝ relax, hermione. no one got hurt. besides, i got the colour right this time... i think. i think it’s time for a break from studying... right? ❞