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‘Grimalkin’ is an old word for a domestic cat, especially an elderly female one. It was used often during the 15th-18th centuries, when women tried as witches were accused of having cats as their familiars. Even Shakespeare used it in Macbeth, when one of the three witches refers to her familiar, who takes the form of a cat, as ‘Graymalkin’. Source Source 2 Source 3

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Ravenclaw: I fell down the stairs today.

Slytherin: Good job, I’m really proud.

Ravenclaw: Thanks, it was either step on the cat or let myself go down.

Slytherin: At least the cat is okay.

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The Addams Family (1964–1966)

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the real hogwarts houses:

gryffindor: will die for you

slytherin: will kill for you

hufflepuff: will die with you

ravenclaw: will figure out a way where nobody has to die

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“Eh, I’ll do it in the morning.”

-A Ravenclaw who is going to forget to do something in the morning

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Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws are bad at sleeping. They have a lot of thoughts in their head, and it always seems that when it’s time to sleep, all of the thoughts descend to the forefront of their minds. And sometimes this leads to Ravenclaws having the most vivid and weirdest dreams.

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Molly Weasley watched her third oldest son turning his back to their family but never gave up on him.

Molly Weasley saw her husband at his weakest moment as he laid wounded in St. Mungo’s hospital. She never understood what muggles thought when they started praying to their god(s): But that night as she sat at her husband’s hospital bed she couldn’t help but fold her hands, close her eyes and just hope that there was indeed a greater deity that could bring her husband back to her family.

Molly Weasley put a bandage around her fifth son’s head when he was bleeding onto her sofa, his ear ripped away. She did not let her heart and actions be ruled by panic and fear. She would not risk her son’s life like that.

Molly Weasley saw her son that wasn’t her son dead in Hagrid’s arms and did not show how she broke inside. Instead, she gripped her wand a little tighter, bit her lip a little stronger and started to fight a lot grimmer.

Molly Weasley cried over her fourth son’s cold body, his last laugh still etched into his face. She witnessed her fifth son crumbling right then and there. She saw her family grieving and crying. She went through hell but reminded herself to keep going.

Molly Weasly got up and stared straight into the eyes of Narcissa Malfoy.

Proud woman, blonde hair, pale skin.

Split lips, bloody cloak, sad eyes.

They did not exchange one word.

But one glance was enough.

Narcissa’s eyes darted to Fred, to Harry, then back to Molly. Her lean finger’s tightened indiscernibly around her son’s bony shoulder.

A nod.

The war had taken enough lifes. Enough children.

And as one mother to another, Molly Weasley nodded back.

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This made me tear up :,)