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ok, fOR NEWT (my smol son) do you like the bowtruckle or the niffler better??? and why lmao !

oh my goodness like the bowtruckle is supposed to get attached to a plant but instead it decided that a very toll and thin beansprout of a human was a better charge for it ?? but then the niffler is just adorable and precious and just such a little shit like omg chill buddy take a moment to appreciate the stuff you stole and idk give newt a tiara because he puts up with your shit ?? i love them both ?? but personally i would want a little bowtruckle around my house if i could because:

1. i kill every plant i have ever owned (minus a cactus named arkham) so maybe having it around it would keep my plants alive for me,

3. (i added this one after lol) we could be sassy af together,

2. i don’t have to worry about it stealing my shiny shit and hiding it around the house. i know hufflepuffs are supposed to be good finders but ?? like ?? fuck you niffler its 3am where did you put my iphone with the pink shiny case with little gold things on it this time ???

#leo answers #omg i love this question #which one would you pick and why???#come tell me!#prongsfooot

it's not the man that makes the vegetable, but the vegetable that makes the man

FUCK OFF LYRA OMGADFJKLDJL

#ily tho #pls dont divorce me D:#prongsfooot #anon #answered

scorbus !!

send me a ship

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Hermione Jean Granger (b. 19 September, 1979) was a Muggle-born witch born to Mr and Mrs Granger, both dentists. Hermione was raised as a Muggle girl until, at age eleven, when she learned that she was a witch and had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

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hi faye!! ((sorry i'm so shit at replying)) but congrats on 500!!! can i have a ⚡️ for my name lyra pls? 🙈

Hello my dear Lyra ☆ @prongsfooot

Lyra | you’re the girl who runs barefoot across the smooth stone floors of castle, you’re the girl who imagines a conversation with every sculpture you come across in museums, who tries to hide behind thick drapey curtains away from the rooms full of people; the clinks of tall, slender champagne glasses; the clicks of leather soles across the hallway; tall, geometrical, domed ceilings, like churches or abandoned ballrooms, so much empty space, enough to contain star charts and chandeliers and moonlight, stretching up until a singular vanishing point; scented candles in copper bowls, not quite bright enough to sting the eyes, the charred echoes of sandalwood, pine, vanilla, lavender.

join my 500 celebration!

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