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“You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul, but cracks to put their love into, is the most calming thing in this world.”

— Emery Allen (via perrfectly)

neo-romantic

horreurscopes

my new thing has been just… acting on my ideas. like i thought maybe my desk would look better on a different part of my room so i like. moved it? just like that! i ripped an old anatomy book and stuck the diagrams up on my wall like some kind of old timey victorian doctor. i wanted a starbucks and i walked one and a half miles back and forth in a floridian storm and goddamn it was a good coffee. life is too short babey if you think of something just do it. nike

astound

“i wish people could just say how they feel like ‘hey i really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘hey i’m in love with you’ or ‘hi i really miss you and i think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble. maybe some people just can’t face and accept the truth”

— anonymous (via astound)

vakariaan

From an inner pocket of his robes Moody pulled a very tattered old wizarding photograph.

‘Original Order of the Phoenix,’ growled Moody. ‘Found it last night… thought people might like to see it.’

fernsandsunflowers

Minerva Mcgongall pulled out her notebook and turned to the page that listed the names and details of that years Gryffindor Quidditch team. Her heart swelling with pride she jotted down the name “Harry Potter” next to the position “Seeker” before closing the book and opening a second drawer. She took out a small, wooden box and rummaged in it for a few seconds before withdrawing a worn out envelope, inside of which was a short letter and a photograph.

“Dearest Minnie,

Hope you’re doing well! I’m the same of course, driving Lily up the wall as usual, she sends you her love by the way!

Now I know I told you that you’ll never find a chaser as good as me ever again, but it just goes to show that even the brilliant are sometimes mistaken. I’ve found you (made you!) a replacement who will one day outshine his old man by leagues! Enclosed is a photograph of your new Quidditch prodigy so that you may assess his skills for yourself. We have him chasing the cat for practice. He’ll be unbeatable by the time he starts at Hogwarts! The youngest Quidditch player in a century!

I guarantee it, Minnie. And you know I’m never wrong, though you’ll never admit it!

Missing you and Hogwarts terribly,

Lots of love,

James

P.S. Sirius says his marriage proposal still stands.”

Wiping away a single tear that ran down her cheek and chuckling to herself, she smiled down at the photograph of a small, gleeful, black haired boy zooming along on a toy broom, a pair of legs chasing after him and a young woman laughing hysterically in a corner.

“Right again, Mr. Potter.”

devuhreegee

Could you write Jily, blackinnon and others seeing each other after the holidays? What year they're in is up to you

The honour of your presence is requested at the marriage of Petunia Evans,Daughter of Elaine Evans and the lateGerald Evans,toVernon Dursley,son of Ernest and Thelma Dursleyon 30 April, 1977

Ever since she left home that morning to come back to school, she had been holding that bloody invitation. Here she was, sitting in the common room, staring at the horrible thing. Did her sister really have such poor taste? It was pastel pink, yellow, and orange with lace trimming around the edges.

It wasn’t the invitation itself that was bothering her however. It was the last conversation she had with Petunia. It played in her mind like a scene from bad muggle film on replay.

“Mum told me to give you this, but I want it to be clear that you are most certainly not invited. I can’t have you embarrassing me in front of Vernon’s family.”

“But I-“ Lily tried to protest but Petunia interrupted her.

“I did what Mum asked me to do. Now I’m asking you to keep your freaky self away from my wedding. I want it to be perfect, and it can’t be if you’re there. Happy Christmas,” she finished with a condescending smile on her face. She walked away, leaving her sister feeling shocked, angry, and hurt.

Throughout the years, Lily had tried to be nothing but kind to her sister, hoping against hope that somehow, someway, Petunia would soften her heart towards her; that things could go back to the way they were. This however…this felt like the biggest betrayal of all. When they were little girls, long before Lily had been accepted to Hogwarts, they had always fantasized about each other’s weddings. Many of the details they had envisioned had become hazy to her now, but one thing had always remained clear: that they would stand by each other at the altar. Now that vision had turned to dust.

The tears she had been holding back all day started to push their way out. Lily let the invitation fall to the floor and sobbed into her hands. She didn’t know how long she had been crying, but some time later, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Lily?”

She jerked her head up and saw James standing next to her. “James,” she greeted as she quickly wiped her tears away. She stood up and gave him a feeble smile.

“I would ask if you’re okay,” James started, “but I think that it’s quite evident that you’re not.” She saw him look down at the invitation on the floor. Before she could stop him, he picked it up. “What’s this?”

Lily shrugged. “Nothing. It’s just an invitation to my sister’s wedding.”

James flipped it over in his hands, examining it. “Is your sister getting married to the Easter bunny?”

For the first time that day, she laughed. She sniffled before answering, “She has a thing for pastels.”

“Well the real question is,” said James, “why this pastel audacity has you in tears.”

Lily sighed and sat back down. Just a few months ago, she wouldn’t have even dreamed of having a heart to heart with James Potter, but they had somehow developed a wonderful friendship…a friendship she had begun to cherish deeply. “She told me I’m not allowed at her wedding.”

James crouched down in front of her, putting a hand on her knee. “This may not be what you want to hear right now, but you’re better off without her.”Lily gave a sarcastic laugh as she sat further back into the chair. “What makes you say that?”

James looked at her seriously. “If your own sister can’t put aside petty differences for one day, then you don’t need that kind of persistent negativity in your life. I’m no expert, but from what I understand, weddings are supposed to be about bringing two families together. She’s not allowing that to happen if she’s excluding you.”

Lily sighed and shook her head. “I hate that you’re right.”

He smirked. “It’s surprising how often that happens.”

She lightly smacked his shoulder, but still smiled. “Oh get over yourself, Potter.”

———————When there is a girl who is hungry, it means trouble for those around her. While she enjoyed being home for the Christmas holiday, she had never liked her mother’s food. Ever since arriving at Hogwarts, she had developed a finer palate. Christmas dinner at the McKinnon’s had left something to be desired and she was anxious to get some real food in her stomach.

Thanks to her long friendship with the Marauders, Marlene had learned how to sneak into the kitchens for extra food whenever she fancied. The painting of fruit swung open and entered the large room. The elves greeted her cheerfully and brought her a large tray of food including turkey, potatoes and chocolate pudding. Just as she was about to dig in, someone else in the room cleared their throat.

“Hungry, McKinnon?”

She turned her head in the direction of the voice, and found Sirius Black sitting in the corner on the stone floor, surrounded by several empty bottles of firewhiskey. He had a full one in his hand, and even from this distance, Marlene could tell his eyes were bloodshot.

“Oh dear,” she said as she placed her silverware down. She got up and walked over and sat down next to him. “Not a very Merry Christmas at the noble House of Black?”

“How’d you know,” Sirius asked, his words slurring.

Marlene shrugged. “Lucky guess. You want to talk about it?”

Sirius shook his head and offered her the bottle of liquor and she accepted. She had partaken of firewhiskey on several occasions, but she didn’t think she would ever get used to the way it burned as it went down.

They sat in silence for several minutes, exchanging the bottle between them until it was empty.

“You know what I don’t understand,” Sirius said suddenly, “is why I even went back this year.”

Marlene just looked at him, not entirely sure what to say. Instead, she stayed quiet and let him talk.

“I knew it would be the same old thing, just like it is every year. Dear old Mother praising everyone for upholding the family honor and following the Dark Lord, then going on a thirty minute tangent of how big of a disappointment I am.” Sirius opened another bottle and raised it as if toasting someone. “Happy Christmas indeed.”

Marlene grabbed the bottle before he could put it to his lips. “I think you’ve had enough.”

Sirius looked at her with blurry eyes and nodded. His body swayed and his head fell into Marlene’s lap, which took her completely by surprise. “You’re the most wonderful person,” he said, still slurring heavily. She felt his body slump even more and knew he had passed out. She let her hand rest on his head, brushing his black hair out of his face.

“Happy Christmas, Sirius.”

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theperksofbeingaprocrastinator

Go to university, but go for the right reasons. Education isn’t a gun held to your head: it’s a weapon in your hands. Go not because you’re afraid of not getting a job but go because you love to learn, because you’re excited by ideas, because you believe that education is important for its own sake, and when you get there, pay attention, read everything you can get your hands on, cram yourself with words and figures and ideas, because that’s the one thing they can never take away from you.

Laurie Penney, The Independent, August 2012 (via days-of-reading)