Filch: I might even string you up by your ankles!
Sirius: Or you could just let us run away, while you angrily shake your fist in the air and scream, “You rotten kids!”
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@myfellowslytherin
Filch: I might even string you up by your ankles!
Sirius: Or you could just let us run away, while you angrily shake your fist in the air and scream, “You rotten kids!”
dumbledore: ah yes, to harry i give a fucking great sword and a tiny gold ball
dumbledore: to ron, i give my greatest ever invention
dumbledore: and to hermione, i give a fucking kids book that she's already read
Draco: oi Potter!
Draco: *gets up onto the Slytherin table*
Draco: Potter!
Draco: *pushes food out of the way and sprawls over the table*
Pansy: Draco get down.
Draco: Potter!
Draco: *angrily throws a cup at the Gryffindor table* POTTER!
Harry: what do you want, Malfoy?
Draco: is it tr u e
Draco: *gracefully flips onto the floor*
Draco: is it actually true?
Harry: what? is what true?
Draco: did you actually *drops dramatically onto his back and rolls onto his front*
Draco: faint?
McGonagall: You said you had nothing to do with that prank. Are you lying to me?
Sirius: That depends on how you define lying.
McGonagall: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?
Sirius: Reclining your body in a horizontal position
McGonagall:
Sirius:
McGonagall: Get out of my office.
Sirius: Absolutely.
James: You stupefied Filch!?
Peter: Stop yelling at me! You're the ones who got caught!
James: You're the one who's yelling!
Remus: We're in big trouble! We have to do something!
Peter: I don't know what to do, my whole brain is crying!
Sirius: Guys, guys, guys! I have an idea. Okay, it may sound a little weird, but trust me.
[five minutes later]
*the marauders lay on the ground with Filch as he regains consciousness*
Filch: ...What's happening?
Sirius: Oh... we all got stupefied...
James: Somebody stupefied all of us...
Remus: And now we're regaining consciousness... together.
Remus: Did you have trouble with the homework?
Sirius: Piece of cake.
Remus: You didn’t do it, did you?
Sirius: I don’t even know where my books are.
I just realised that Lily Luna’s name could be a tribute to Remus. Remus’s a werewolf, obviously, and Luna means Moon.
Regulus Arcturus Black did not sacrifice himself to take down the dark lord so that you could view all Slytherins as evil and selfish
if you see this post try to do any of these right now
drink a glass of water
put on chapstick/lip balm
clip/file/paint your nails
take three deep breaths
put on fuzzy/comfortable pants
say something outloud that you’ve been thinking
look up pictures of dogs or cats (or any animal you like basically)
walk around your house
go outside (if you can) and look for plants/flowers
take pictures of said plants/flowers
stretch your arms
if you’re sad try to smile as big as you can and take a picture of it
cheer up
it will be okay
jk rowling: okay so these guys have an eagle mascot...i'll call them 'ravenclaw'? sure that's not going to be confusing.
jk rowling: snake house...gotta be 'slytherin'. cos it's like slither in, and that's a thing snakes do. haha, i am a genius
jk rowling: lion house? i can't really do anything with lions...what about 'griffindor'? griffins are cool. doors are cool.
jk rowling: THE BADGER HOUSE IS GONNA BE 'HUFFLEPUFF' IDC WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO WITH A BADGER
imagine krum chugging from the goblet of fire while someone in the background yells ‘down it fresher!’
imagine sleeping early and waking up with the sunrise and enjoying mornings and being prepared for class and knowing the material and living a healthy lifestyle and having your life together in general
Tko nam je ukrao heroje? Tko nam je ukrao Igora (16)?
Igor Kačić bio je jedan od onih golobradih mladića koji su svoje snove ostavili za neka druga, bolja vremena. Mati kaže da je imao zlatne ruke i da je tu vještinu naslijedio od oca. Taj je mladić bio sportaš, volio je svirati, crtati…
Te jeseni trebao je krenuti u 2. srednje elektrotehničke škole. Trebao je, ali bjesnio je rat. Baš kao i njegov tata, i on je uzeo pušku u ruku i stražario na ulazu u sklonište u kojem su mu bile sestre, mati, znani i neznani ljudi.
18. studenoga, nakon besane noći došlo je vrijeme da napuste sklonište:
− Kad smo izašli, podijelili smo se u dvije kolone. Mi smo bili u onoj koja je išla prema bolnici, a druga se kretala prema gradu i išla je prema vojsci. Vojska i rezervisti tjerali su nas poslije podne u kamione, za Velepromet, ali je doktorica Vesna Bosanac uspjela ishoditi da ostanemo u bolnici u koju su cijelu noć dolazili vojnici. Ranjenike su provjeravali tako što bi im ubadali olovke u rane… I dandanas, nakon 21 godine, osjećam hladnoću koja je te noći prodirala sve do kosti, što od straha, što od zime – priča majka Irena Kačić.
A onda je došlo kobno jutro, 20. studenoga. Svi su morali izaći iz podruma bolnice.
− Veselin Šljivančanin stajao je ispred vrata i odvajao muškarce. Pokazao je na Igora, koji je bio visok i snažan mladić, i odvojio ga među muškarce riječima: “Ti tamo!” Kazala sam Šljivančaninu: “Zašto njega, on je samo dijete”, pokazivala zdravstvenu knjižicu da vidi kad je rođen, a on mi je uzvratio: “Sve ćemo proveriti.” Više se nismo vidjeli. Kćeri i ja ostale smo čekati sudbinu u dvorištu bolnice – govori Irena Kačić.
Godine su prolazile, o Igoru nije bilo nikakvih vijesti. Ipak, postojala je nada, sve do poziva na identifikaciju. Bilo je to 1997. godine kada su počela iskapanja na Ovčari. Među posmrtnim ostacima Igora Kačića bio je zlatni privjesak, mali delfin koji je izrezbario u skloništu i – autići. Da, Igor Kačić bio je ipak samo dijete…
− Poslije sam saznala da je odvojen na Ovčari među skupinu muškaraca koje su trebali osloboditi, ali je naš susjed iz Vukovara Pero kazao da ga se vrati jer je ustašin sin – prisjeća se Igorova mati.
Igor Kačić najmlađa je žrtva pokolja na Ovčari. Pokopan je 1997. godine u Rijeci, godinu poslije do njega je pokopan njegov ratni heroj – otac Petar Kačić, čije je tijelo identificirano 1998. godine.
Igore, hvala ti!
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