#alrightpotter

[theinvinciblecity]

Harry Potter characters (68/∞) - Draco Malfoy

[deadgwen]

winter palace, st. petersburg | august 2017

[herhmione]

harry is scuffed converse, glasses constantly slipping down his nose, socks sagging from too many wears and eyes drooping from another late night. he's the smell of broomstick polish and a crisp autumn morning, the rustle of leaves in dimly lit woods, sunlight dappling the floor golden. he's the incessant tapping of a foot, tap tap tap tap tap tap, waiting for something but not knowing what. he's an early morning run in the cold february air, lungs burning, eyes streaming, soul on fire. he's a small smile that shows so much, a twinkle of the eyes that requires nothing said at all. he's nights spent in a room alone, throwing spells against the wall, working and working and pushing and pushing. he's warmth, yet distance. soft edges but biting teeth. anything and everything, wrapped into one; a myriad of emotion and feeling and fire that never ever seems to extinguish.

hermione is oxfords tied exactly twice, deep brown and shining. she's the breeze in october, cool yet full of warmth, of faded reds and golds and browns twirling in the air. she's running a finger down the spine of an old book, the creaking of aged, yellowing pages. she's sunlight streaming through an opened window, illuminating the dust as it falls to the floor, floating and sparkling and almost magical. she's holding a too hot cup of tea in mittened hands, the crunch of twigs underneath fraying boots, the rustle of leaves that have been silent for far too long. she's nights spent in the biggest, oldest, coziest couch, papers scattered haphazardly, quill in mouth, biting biting biting, hands flitting from page to page and word to word, eyes bleary yet bright. she's something steady, yet ever moving, wheels turning round and round and round, never pausing too long until the next idea, next destination, next task. she's knowing that once, twice, is never enough to get it right. a grand idea tied neatly into a small, paper wrapped package, sensible yet never fanciful.

ron is bare feet curled into soft sand. he's the crackle of a fire on low heat, just bright enough to illuminate every dip and rise of those huddled around, basking in its warmth. he's the soft sun in may, illuminating and bright but never blinding. he's a warm hand clasped around a wrist, a steady hand firm on a shoulder, felt but never seen. he's the smell of freshly baked bread, of waking up to pancakes and the sound of voices laughing down the stairs. he's sunlight through blinds, casting lines of light throughout the room, bright as day yet soft, never harsh or unyielding. he's the feeling of laying in the grass, staring up at the clouds as they roll through a light, ever blue sky. he's head in one hand, staring out the window and imagining new worlds and knights in shining armor and princesses high in castles as a voice in the background drones on and on and on, fading into white noise. he's so much, yet never too much, a guiding light in the darkness, something almost like home, warmth in a sea of cold.

[sxpositive]

“i hope you’re pleased with yourselves. we could have been killed - or worse, expelled. now if you don’t mind, i’m going to bed.” ★ h.j.granger

[mxrcusflint]

the houses + music

[oyprongs]

i love you much (most beautiful darling)

There is something to be learned, Lily thinks, from first impressions.

She meets Marlene McKinnon and immediately knows from the curve of her smile and her welcoming words that there is a strength and kindness there. Mary Macdonald offers her a sugar quill and asks her almost a million excited questions, and Lily can tell it is indicative of her devoted and passionate heart. She knows Remus Lupin is kind-hearted and gentle when they first shake hands and he shares his notes with her, despite his questionable taste in mates. First impressions do mean something, Lily believes, and she is nothing if not stubborn in her beliefs.

And yet sometimes, on particularly strange days or after particularly noteworthy events, she can be seen questioning some of those strongly held convictions. For instance, that of first impressions. Because, Lily remembers, she was quite repulsed by Severus Snape and his behavior the first day she met him, and yet they grew to be best friends. However, if she had kept her first impression of him in mind, she might have foreseen his descent into the Dark Arts. But the Severus Snape of now is not the Severus Snape of then, and sometimes people are multitudinous. And James Potter, who from the age of eleven Lily would swear was a plague to the entire Earth, and yet loved to surprise her in the smallest ways. So Lily tweaks her hypothesis the slightest, and she thinks instead that perhaps people – or the ideas one has of people, rather – are made up of infinite impressions over many years, and maybe first impressions aren’t the most important. Maybe it is the second impression, or the eighteenth, or the fiftieth, or maybe even the last. Maybe Lily is not quite as astute as she believes herself to be, and maybe the most surprising of people are the most significant.

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[cupcakeblake]

                                                           l i l y   &   j a m e s

[dovecameron]

Everything you’ve heard about monsters, about nightmares, legends whispered around campfires… all the stories are true.