#lovedoesntneedproof

[onegrinningcat]

lovedoesntneedproof found herself in Wonderland

Looking at the sky and find a star

Looking at you and trace the scar

There was a stranger in the forest and she abruptly halted her singing, peering at the newcomer in wonder. Hmm, nothing too unusual. Shrugging, the girl lay back down on the branch, and continued the song, 

For none of these is true

And now there's only blue

[wendythesurvivor]

watching the Breakfast Club.

you have no idea how much I want to bring back that thread.

[underthefullmoonslight-blog]

+5

"Okay you can stop now. I know you've been following me for the past twenty minutes. What are you doing?"

[wendythesurvivor]

Oh Bloody Hell (OUATHP YULE BALL. OPEN)

Wendy had been sitting by herself in silky purple dress. Her hair had been curled and she was wearing a lot more make up than usual, which made her feel ridiculous. The Weird Sisters weren't on for another 2 hours which mean that it was The Hogwarts Orchestra playing some symphony. She gone to get Will another drink when she came back, he was waltzing with Anastasia, leaving Wendy feeling hurt and broken. She sat in the corner, drinking her firewhisky and wishing that Peter was here.

She was halfway through her 3rd bottle when a figure approached her.

"Oh bloody hell, what do you want?" she spat, not in the mood for visitors. 

[thegrumpydreamer]

An Easy One || Sorting Hat Drabble

Even though it'd been a couple of decades now, Leroy could still remember his sorting as if it were yesterday. How could he not? After his name had been called and the old dusty hat had been placed around his small head, he felt a connection to someone. Someone other than his mother, at the very least.

His relationship with his father had always been rocky at best. A drinking problem dating back as far as their family line caused the wizard to lash out more often than act as an actual father. His mother on the other hand... so sweet, so caring. It left Leroy hoping that Hogwarts would be filled with others who would care. Since receiving his acceptance letters he spent his days dreaming of what he would learn, who he would meet, what he would do. 

"Ah yes, you're her little dreamer aren't you?" The hat mused inside of his head. 

Leroy attempted to nod, but found it impossible to do so. "Yes, yes. Your mind is filled with limitless hopes and dreams. An imagination and heart that could conquer the world, so long as you do not let your world defeat you." 

What was that supposed to mean? The hat chuckled in his head. "You'll understand one day, little dreamer. For now, enjoy your time in... RAVENCLAW." 

The hat was lifted from his head, greeting him with the sight of the Ravenclaw table clapping enthusiastically as he stumbled over towards them, his robes far too long for his short stature. Though he wanted to be filled with joy at being chosen for such a wonderful house, he couldn't help but linger on the ominous warning the hat had given him. How would his own world defeat him? 

[james-mcguinness]

Classes || James McGuinness

Astronomy

Herbology

Muggle Music

Art

Transfiguration

Charms

[james-mcguinness]

Sorting Ritual || James McGuinness

He sat in the wooden stool, legs shaking, palms clammy. Brown eyes widened as he looked at all of the curious faces staring up at him. James swallowed thickly, turned his gaze to his hands, which were placed on either of his knees, and took a deep breath. This was it. The question that had been plaguing him for years was about to be answered. Which house would he be sorted into? 

As the hat was placed on his head, the young boy was helpless to do much other than run a tongue over his lower lip, wetting it. He felt the hat move ever so slightly, messing his hair as it tried to get a good read on him. The Great Hall had fallen silent and James felt a sort of pressure. It wasn't as if he could determine the outcome of what the hat said, but it sure was difficult to wait in front of the entirety of the school. Nervous, James closed his eyes and waited.

"Gryffindor," cried the hat in it's gruff voice. James felt a sort of relief flood over him as one of the professors lifted away the enchanted hat away. Swollen with pride, James stood up, brushed off his robe and made his way to the Gryffindor table. 

[littlemouseofhogwarts-blog]

Brave at Heart - Sorting Hat Drabble

You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry. Set Gryffindors apart

Molly was excited as she stood waiting for her turn at the Sorting Hat. She was eleven years old and the young blonde witch was practically bouncing on her feet in place. For someone who enjoyed sleeping as much as she, the levels of excitement were extrodinary. They called her name and she practically ran up, grinning widely and looking up at the sorting hat. She wanted to be in anything but Slytherin. It didn't suit her, she was loyal and smart (so she'd like to think) and kind...

"You're braver then you think Miss McKinn."

"I don't know about that..." She replied to the hat that was just a bit too big for her and drooped over her eyes. But she didn't mind.

"I do, you're suited perfectly for Gryffindor!!!!!" The certainty in the way the hat announced her placement made her grin widely as she ran to the table and seated herself next between two welcoming students from higher years.

The amount of times the young woman stood up for her friends over her time at the school, only proved the hat right in it's decision.