&. if need a little sunshine you can borrow mine

❝ Don’t you dare, for one minute, believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable. I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt, and stagger back, wounded and alive, just to hear you call me weak for trying. ❞ Jane Longbottom Fifteen. Hufflepuff. Fifth Year. Prefect. Volunteer in the Infirmary. Future Healer. If you fancy a game of chess or some hot chocolate, I'm your girl. Be kind.

[jcnelongbottom]

james sirius potter.

Jane had a point. As far as it went, missing portraits weren’t that big on the grand scheme of things. Other things could disappear out of nowhere. Magic was faulty and they lived in a world where too much of it could cause for mayhem or faulty happenstances. Perhaps this could be chalked up to that. “Fair enough. Not like it’s too big of a deal. Just rather weird is all.” And it felt like there was more than that happening. That more than just the faces had changed. But he had no proof of that, just a gut feeling, and he would need to investigate further before coming to any conclusion. 

“Oh, no, thank you. I appreciate the offer, but I ought to be alright once I shut my mind up a bit, you know?”

“I do,” she was no stranger to having a mind that didn’t shut up in the slightest, a min that could’ve landed her in Ravenclaw. “We could talk about something else -- I was on my way to my father’s office if you’d like come see him. I know he’d love to see you.” Jane commented, though now the idea that something was wrong was STEWING in her head. “Maybe we could go ask him? He’d certainly know what was up, and then it’ll help calm your mind, I’m sure.” 

[jcnelongbottom]

rolf scamander.

“What’s a Lorcan?”

“Well, I’ve got a friend named Lorcan -- well, at least we’re family friends -- but I don’t think a ‘Lorcan’ is a specific thing.”

[jcnelongbottom]

neville longbottom aka dad.

Neville blinked once. They blinked twice. Didn’t this girl look like… “Uh, sorry, what? P-peeves? What did you…why is he chasing you?”

Jane turned around, shocked when she saw who it was. It was her dad, no doubt about it, and she smiled widely at them. It didn’t matter that they looked like their younger self that she’d seen in pictures, they were still her father. “He sometimes makes fun of my last name. SOMETIMES I try to give him advice and he doesn’t like it. I’m not sure why he’s chasing me right now though.” 

[jcnelongbottom]

fred weasley.

“You gotta out-annoy him, love. If you turn around and chase after him instead he’ll get so confused that he’ll just piss right off to rethink his entire non-existence.” 

While Jane found the suggestion funny and clever, she didn’t think it was for her. “But I’d rather not do that, he’ll just strike up a vendetta against me, right? Besides, that’s sort of MEAN -- and a waste of my time.”

[jcnelongbottom]

james sirius potter.

Not all of the faces in the portraits were familiar, but the one that found him to stand next to him was, and that was a small comfort to James. “A prank?” he repeated, mulling on the idea. James knew pranks, knew them intimately, used to be the mastermind of many. “I know that much of anything is possible with magic, but it’s a little weird, yeah, disappearing portraits? Maybe we just need some sleep?”

Always the logical one, levelheaded, and Jane respected that. She found comfort in not being alone when it came to rationalization, keeping calm in situations that required it. Even if there was something wrong, how major could it be? “Also, I thought if it’s really just disappearing portraits, how much of a nuisance is it, James? I don’t think we know magic’s capabilities -- at least I hope we don’t -- so who’s to say it’s not possible?” Was Jane anxious? Maybe. But she tried harder to console the even the smallest bit of doubt or fear James may have been feeling. 

Was she projecting? Was Jane the scared one, DOUBTING every word that came from her mouth?

      “Are you alright -- do you need some hot chocolate to help you sleep?”

[wordsnquotes]

I don’t want to turn any of this into poetry but you’re so beautiful flowers turn their heads to smell you.

Shane Koyczan, “Visiting Hours” (via wordsnquotes)

[jcnelongbottom]

“WHAT does it take to get Peeves to stop chasing me?? I don’t think I can run away from him much longer.”

[jcnelongbottom]

james sirius potter.

Slightly disoriented, James blinked blearily, letting his eyes adjust to the poorly lit corridor, rubbing his hands into his sockets. Either his head was playing a trick on him or the tapestries were different. Significant historical figure heads were missing, and others were in their place. “The portraits have changed…”

Oftentimes night shifts in the infirmary were tedious, long, and although they were REWARDING, Jane found herself walking back to her dorm later than usual. Really, she hadn’t noticed the paintings until she ran into James, when she started to look around. “ ... -- you’re quite right, actually. Sir Cadogan was just following me too and now he’s disappeared,” Jane observed, before looking over at James, “maybe it’s a prank?”

[skywalkars-archive-deactivated2]

hp aesthetics: hufflepuff

“you might belong in hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil.”

[marissa-sewell]

and that, my love, is b r a v e r y.

insp (x)

[theepitomeofquiet]

[latenightcornerstore]

I am a tiny person with only two hands. I am trying to love the world around decades of war and skittish heartbeats. Usually, I am afraid. It hasn’t been easy, but I am trying. I haven’t stopped loving, yet.

Tiny Heartbeats, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)