some say that the wotters aren't born out of mortal flesh. some say that in the sunrise hours, on the days when gryffindor's points are above three hundred, on full moons, they can be seen oozing out of a wall, fully formed and sentient, groaning, and gurgling, 'must... lose... points...'
This is quite frankly the best thing I’ve heard all year. The leading theory as to how that family exists. I’m going to get this immortalized, engraved in gold and hung on the wall in the Gryffindor common room with a permanent sticking charm. You salty, clever little thing you.













