#lavenderbrown

[the-colourful-witch]

There's no Parvati without Lavender :) When I was a kid first reading the books, I didn't like Lavender and Parvati much. They were written in a negative way. They would giggle about everything and say 'oooh' and 'aaah' about stuff and shriek and squeal. And of course, they liked pink and were very emotional... yuk, right? (Note the sarcasm here.) Now, I realize the misogyny that backs all that up. Lavender and Parvati are young women who possess big hearts and know what they like. They are in tune with their emotions and their feminity. And there is absolutely NOTHING WRONG with liking girly things. I have a pair of fluffy pens on my desk that I write letters with to my friends. I own a drawer full of stickers that I stick on my planner. I like the colour pink more and more as I grow older and fuck everyone who makes young women believe they are not allowed to like those things. Because god forbid, you're considered 'girly', which in this case sounds like 'weak'. Weak? Are you kidding? Lavender and Parvati fought in the war. They risked their lives to save others. Lavender ran after Blast-Ended Screwts to help Hagrid with his class! I would rather eat my socks. NoT To MEntiON, the two of them were the only students who bothered to comfort Professor Trelawney when her bloody career was on the line! I will no longer accept any criticism about Lavender. She is a good person. I'm going to continue because there's a lot to say.

Oohing and aahing when you see a unicorn is not annoying, Harry. You pubescent little shit. If I saw a unicorn, I would bawl my eyes out. Don't judge people.

Crying when your pet rabbit dies is also NOT ANNOYING. Have some sympathy. Hermione, just because YOU don't believe in Divination doesn't mean it's nonsense. Don't make fun of people and their perception of the world. RIP Binky <3

Am I done? NO! Lavender was a 16-year-old girl when she got her first boyfriend. Was she clingy? Yes. Did she use silly nicknames? Yes. Does that mean she deserved to be led on for weeks? No. So, Ron Weasley, apologize. For the love of GOD.

Alright, I think I'm done.

[marydrawsometimes]

"i don't know what to do without you, i don't know where to put my hands. i've been trying to lay my head down, but i'm writing this at 3 am."

[rielles96]

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[harrypotterimaromantic-posts]

Literally anyone @ lavender and Parvati :

If you did less bitching then perhaps you'd be more bitchin'

[egdramaqueen]

Nobody loves Valentine’s Day more than Lavender Brown 💕 . . . #lavenderbrowncosplay #lavenderbrown #harrypottercosplay #hp #harrypotter https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt4c1TcHJif/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6tod0ermzcfy

[poirot]

female awesome meme: [2/10] unfairly hated ladies » lavender brown (hp) 

“But ‘Brown, Lavender’ became the first new Gryffindor and the table on the far left exploded with cheers.”

[procidensdraco-archived-blog]

Doomed for Repetition | Draco & Lavender

@lavender--brown

Where were Crabbe and Goyle when Draco needed them? What good were they to him if they were going to pull a disappearing act at moments like these? Draco was shaking, running on adrenaline. He’d pay for this tomorrow, when the thrill and the panic had worn off leaving him with nothing but the injuries from his tussle with Potter. And the memory. He’d been so close.

Not close enough. His robes bore the evidence of his failure, dusted with bits of dead leaves and mud, any blood speckling the wool merely his own. He wasn’t a slug-creature this time, though, or a ferret. It was just as Draco had always known--without his admirers stepping in to lend a hand, Potter wasn’t half as talented as people liked to believe he was.

Draco forced his feet forward. He had already tried the Slytherin Common room, the dorms, but if Crabbe and Goyle had retired to bed, they hadn’t gone to their own. It was more likely they were doing some business for Amycus Carrow, prepping for tomorrow’s game of make the third year squeal. Draco hated it. He hated it hated it hated it, but if he played his cards right, he could make it all stop; make it all go away. Potter was here, and Draco almost had him. 

He felt like he was going to explode. It was too much. His mission, that Katie girl he’d sent to St Mungo’s, the Astronomy tower, Charity Burbage, Rowle... Draco changed direction, then changed again. He would not turn to Snape now; never Snape. Charging around the corner, he smacked into something solid. Someone. Stumbling back on his heels, his face contorted with rage. “You again,” he snarled. “Are you following me? Stalking me? It seems no matter where I go, there you are, always getting in my way. What are you, a spy?”

[parchaayi]

but 'brown, lavender' became the first new gryffindor and the table on the far left exploded with cheers.