✧ * SHE USED TO BE MINE * ✧

❝ HANNAH ABBOTT. ❞ Hufflepuff. Lover of Pygmy Puffs, Cats, Wizard Card Collecting & Herbology. Certified Anxious Mess. DA.

[hannahabutt]

felicity darson.

“Dad sent me like a tonne of brownies, I swear he thinks I don’t get fed here. But anyway, do you want some?”

“What kind of brownies are they??”

[hannahabutt]

lavender brown.

“of course i have hannah, and it’s a mystery to me every time.” she took a sip of her punch, her nose scrunched up, “i’m glad to see you having fun though.” 

Hannah almost wanted to roll her eyes, but decided to get another cup and take a few sips before she responded. She really hadn’t been the most fond of drinking for a while, only liking to take sips of butterbeer when her friends ever got any, but it was HELPFUL. It wasn’t like she was drinking in the mornings or something strange like that, right?? It wasn’t that much of m y s t e r y -- she was just a teenage girl drinking at a bonfire. “I guess it’s fun. Yeah, it’s nice to see everyone just, being really ace ... and ... I dunno, are you having fun, Lavender??”

[hannahabutt]

tracey da best.

“I’m not JUDGING. I only wanted some !!” Making grabby-hands a way a five-year-old would, Tracey accompanied it with puppy eyes. “I finished my cup and I really can’t be bothered to get up for another.”

Not many people could tell Hannah they weren’t judging them and she’d actually believe them, but with Tracey she did. She’d always been genuine and properly nice to Hannah so she gave the other her cup. “That’s UNDERSTANDABLE, getting up is the worst when you’re already quite sloshed.” From the pocket of her robes she got a flask and poured the rest of the firewhiskey in it. “Okay, there, go wild.”

[hannahabutt]

draco malfoy.

“No, no I haven’t had the pleasure.” The smirk on Draco’s mouth was something decidedly less mocking than usual. “Another?”

If someone had told Hannah Abbott a year ago that she’d be accepting a drink from Draco Malfoy, she wouldn’t have believed them. Two years ago, she would’ve LAUGHED in their face but as she held out her cup, she smiled and nodded, “yes, please. Do you want a smoke??”

[hannahabutt]

Having already finished her spliff, Hannah took a swig from her cup, downing the firewhiskey in one gulp. “What?? Haven’t you ever seen me drink before?? Let me LIVE.”

[hannahabutt]

granger danger.

“Why should we subsidize intellectual curiosity?" @hannahabutt

“Because there’s been all kinds of hell lately and maybe not everyone wants to talk about their trauma and shit, but that’s just me,” Hannah responded frankly, EXHAUSTION wearing heavy on her. It’d only a week and she thought she’d be ready for school. She had to be. “But go ahead, I’m just not sure you’ll get the a n s w e r s you’d like.”

[m-ignon]

[laurelsing-deactivated20220716]

When Voldemort had Cedric Diggory killed, he said this: kill the spare. Hannah heard it whispered in the hallways, too, right behind ‘sheep’ and ‘not smart not brave not cunning’ and simply ‘Puff’. Potions with Snape was always a treat. He hated Harry Potter, but the black and yellow only earned his disdain. But even Flitwick sometimes sighed when Justin Finch-Fletchey just couldn’t quite figure out a charm. And Hannah, in a quiet, accustomed, burning way, fumed. We are not spare parts. You think we’re your cast offs. You think we’re the kids no other House wanted to take. Well, here’s a clue for you, suckers. This is a story about choice. The wand chooses the wizard but the wizard chooses the House. When that Hat goes on your head, it doesn’t forbid you things, it offers them to you. We are not your castoffs. We’re just the kids who didn’t choose you.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2089398, ‘naive: in defense of hannah abbott’ by dirgewithoutmusic, aka ink-splotch (via laurelsing-abc)

I drink water i mind my own business where is my flawless skin 😠😡😤

[mrthwbb]

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johanna braddy photographed by owen perry