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The Houses as Tumblr Text Posts Part 4

Hufflepuff: phil collins didn't have to go so hard on the tarzan soundtrack but he did that......he did that for all of us

Slytherin: i'd just like to formally apologize for like [gestures to all of myself]

Gryffindor: im a power couple with myself. i love us. we work hard.

Ravenclaw: im alive but only ironically

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Headcanons and More!

Hi! It's Admin Grace and I really want to do some more headcanons and fun things! 

Here’s what I want to do for our followers:

Ships (If wanted)

Your Hogwarts life (In list form. If wanted)

The life would be something like saying your favorite class and favorite place to study, Which Era you would be in and who your best friends are. (Only Marauders and Harry Potter Era, I’m not too familiar with the Kids Era, Unless you ask for someone specific) (If wanted)

Specialized headcanons (5-10 if wanted)

Song Recommendation (Probably a random song, If wanted)

Specialized Icon/Picture of the house or something Harry Potter related (If wanted)

The only rule is that you should be following the @ravenclawsread account. Also, maybe give the admins a follow? @gracegracey (Me) @moonyinstincts @nympcdora @sitdownjohnyoufatmotherfricker

If you want one, just send a message describing yourself a bit, Include the house please. If you want all of the above just say so. If you only want one then just say that one. Have fun!

-Grace

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A Date in the Jungle (Luna x Harry)

Summary: Luna and Harry, boyfriend and girlfriend, go on a date. In a jungle. Fluff.

Word count: 1000

Warnings: Clashing colours. None

A/N: This fic was for a request I got a couple weeks ago. Sorry I took so long anon!

Harry straightened his tie for the sixth time in the last five minutes and made one last attempt at taming his wild black hair before descending into the Gryffindor common room.

“What do you think?” he asked Ron and Hermione, worried.

“You clean up nice mate,” said Ron, waggling his eyebrows. Hermione shoved him gently.

“She’ll like you no matter what Harry,” she comforted, “but for the record, yes, you do look nice.”

Harry relaxed a little, though the butterflies in his stomach begged to differ. He took a deep breath, rolled back his shoulders, and made his way to the portrait exit. He opened the door tentatively.

Standing outside was Luna Lovegood, her dirty blonde hair swept into multiple buns on her head. She was wearing light green robes that clashed magnificently with a hot pink necklace that she had on. Despite her odd choice of dress, she was beautiful. In fact, that was what Harry loved about Luna - her eccentricity and fearlessness.

“Hi, Harry!”

“Hi Luna,” he said breathlessly. “You look lovely.” Luna blushed.

“That’s very nice of you Harry.” She grinned as she took his hand and led him down the stairs.

“Where is it that we’re going?” Harry asked.

“I don’t really know. Wherever the wind takes us, I suppose.”

“Okay.” Harry smiled to himself. He should’ve known that with Luna there was no ‘classic date’.

A few minutes of innocent running and giggling later, they found themselves on the seventh floor. The room of requirement. Of course they had ended up here.

“Would you like to do the honours, Harry?” Luna asked, her buns slowly unravelling.

“I would be honoured to do the honours,” He grinned and bowed.

He strode past the stretch of wall. I need the perfect place for a date with Luna. He turned and walked by it again. I need the perfect place for a date with Luna. Once more, and a door no bigger than a broom closet started to form. The door was wooden and had carvings of thestrals and nifflers on it.

“Lead the way,” said Harry.

Luna pushed open the door excitedly. On the other side was an abundance of green. A forest, no, a jungle. There was a path leading forward from the door, lined with all kinds of crazy, colourful plants and flowers. Harry hoped none of these was poisonous. Magical creatures were standing around, just off of the path, lit by floating flower lamps.

“Oh Harry, it’s wonderful!” Luna jumped up and down, clapping her hands, before coming in for an over-enthusiastic kiss, knocking Harry to the ground. They both laughed; Harry felt tears of joy coming to his eyes.

They stood up dusting themselves off and entered the room, shutting the door behind them. Harry was surprised to find that on his left was a small picnic basket filled with all kinds of sweets and good foods.

“Oh, goody,” Harry said in a bad attempt at a pun. Luna entered into another fit of laughter.

They set off down the path but quickly deviated from it to get a closer look at a hippogriff basking in the flowerlight. While Luna was performing the bow to the hippogriff- Harry went first- he went a short distance away and found a clearing filled with a field of aster and lily of the valley flowers. A halo of light with an unidentifiable source created a ring in the middle.

“Hey Luna, come look at this!” She bounded over and her jaw dropped in awe.

“Ohmigosh!” she screamed (startling the hippogriff). “Do you know what this means?”

Harry’s blank expression clued Luna in.

“Aster flowers symbolise love and trust, and lilies of the valley mean returning happiness. The light is in the form of a perfect circle. It’s whole. Complete. Harry, I think it’s a sign! The room must be able to tell that we’re meant to be! Oh, Harry, I love you so very much.”

“I love you too Luna.” They embraced for a long while, relishing in each other. “Shall we picnic inside the circle of love?”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” She giggled and nodded.

Pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, and cauldron cakes by the dozen made a great feast, filling them with a feeling of pure satisfaction. They talked and laughed and joked for what seemed like hours; time always seemed to speed up around Luna, though it never felt like long enough. Harry doubted that even all the time in the world with her would be enough.

They lay on their backs, watching the ‘night sky’ above them, Luna pointing out constellations and telling stories, and Harry letting her sing-song voice wash over him. He checked his watch. 1:00am?! They were going to be in so much trouble if Filch caught them sneaking back to their houses, and Harry had (stupidly) forgotten his cloak of invisibility.

“And that’s Aquarius - my star sig-”

“Luna, we have to go back. It’s one in the morning!”

She calmly sat up. “Is it that you want to go, or that you feel you must?”

“Of course I don’t want to go, but if Filch catches us…”

“Well we don’t have to leave this room,” she suggested, shrugging and smirking.

“I suppose, but I think Ron and Hermione might get a bit worried…”

“Okay Harry, if that’s what you want.” She kissed him delicately on the cheek.

They gathered up their things and wandered back to the door, hand in hand. Cautiously, Harry peered out. Clear.

Miraculously, they made their way back to the Gryffindor common room entrance without being caught.

“I had a really nice time tonight,” Harry said, realising after the fact how cheesy that sounded.

“Me too,” Luna replied, giggling.

“Goodnight,” Harry whispered, giving her a quick peck before heading into the common room; he hadn’t wanted to linger too long outside for the fear of getting a gruesome punishment. He was home safe. The smell of his girlfriend lingered a while before fading, though not from his mind. He reluctantly dragged himself to bed, holding with him the memories of this marvellous night.

“I love you, Luna,” he whispered under his breath before closing his eyes and drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

[heyahsan]

Raven's raspy signature caw with this gloomy Chicago morning and this is Haloweeen Thursday ... as they say "Whatever you do, don't fall asleep". Predicted rain is about to accompany us ... let's stay dry :) #Chicago #RavenCaw #WickedMorning #Morning #Forests #Nature #October2021 #Halloween2021 #Fall2021 #HappyThursday #HappyHalloween PS: of course not my frame, bing.com shared this morning. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVk6QfKJubX/?utm_medium=tumblr

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You’re damn right on that! #cawcaw #ladycawcaw #cawcawmotherfucker #ravenclaw #ravencaw https://www.instagram.com/p/CEH_E6EFaIe_O9gLwMY2DFA1Fml2Y6V6XHE3yg0/?igshid=kr4qcac5j4c4

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Mom and fledgling raven leaning the ropes . 

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Send in your headcanons!!!!

I’m bored and waiting for rush tickets for “Frankenstein.” Send in HP head canons/Ravenclaw head canons/ questions/etc,.

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A Mid-Winter’s Date (Drarry, Harry Potter Fluff)

A/N: Lol remember how I said I wasn’t gonna do anymore Drarry for a while after The Yule Ball Series. Oops. I think Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell influenced me to ship them. Anyways, this fic is set tree weeks after the events of that series. You don’t have to read that series to get this, but it would help you understand it a little more. For now, this is just a one-shot, but I might make separate ones of the same year, possibly in different formats eg Draco/ Harry’s Diary. Atm I’m just going with the flow and loving Drarry :) Hope you like it!

Links to previous fic series:

http://fanfiction-writers.tumblr.com/post/146132016519/the-yule-ball-pt-1

http://fanfiction-writers.tumblr.com/post/146475594859/the-yule-ball-pt-2

http://fanfiction-writers.tumblr.com/post/146889236064/the-yule-ball-pt-3

http://fanfiction-writers.tumblr.com/post/147218675579/the-yule-ball-pt-4-draco-x-harry

http://fanfiction-writers.tumblr.com/post/147875033694/the-yule-ball-pt-5-drarry-hp

Summary: Class, rain, and a whole lot of fluff

Word Count: 1000

Warnings: Adorableness, rainphobia

[Credit to @silverfanart ]

Something hits my head. I look to the floor and find that it’s a paper aeroplane. A few desk rows behind me sits Harry, smiling and gesturing for me to open it. I roll my eyes at him and pick it up.

Inside the aircraft I find a short letter:

Dearly beloved,

Wouldst thou likest to meeteth at the humble abode of the devil in the lake on this fine afternoon, after this education session?

Sincerely,

Thy good boyfriend, Harry James Pottereth

I let out a brief chortle, turn back to him, and nod. He raises his eyebrows at me as if saying ‘did I even need to ask?’. He’s so adorable when he does that.

Professor Binns is droning on at the front of the classroom, as per usual, oblivious to my outburst. Students around me, however, stare at me, confused. I nod my head towards Harry, and they shake their heads amusedly.

I look out the window longingly. It’s so stuffy in this classroom, and such a surprisingly warm winter’s day outside; not a cloud in the sky. Why can’t we just skip History of Magic? Professor Binns wouldn’t notice. I check my watch. Ten more minutes of suffocation. I can make it.

The bell finally chimes and everyone rushes to the door all at once. I wait for Harry in the hallway, while he tells Hermione and Weas- sorry, Ron, (he asked me to call him by his first name) that he’s hanging out with me.

He skips up to me gleefully, and I laugh at is giddiness.

“To the lake, good sir?” he asks, holding out his arm for me.

“To the lake,” I confirm, taking it and smiling. We skip off, like little children, arm in arm.

It’s been three weeks since the Yule Ball - since we came out to a good portion of three of the biggest European wizarding schools. After that, I’ve felt so much more alive, able to be me without fear of anyone finding out my ‘dirty’ secret. I’ve really got Dumbledore to thank for everyone being so accepting of me- of us. When Harry and I appeared at the Yule Ball together, Dumbledore gave a speech reminding everyone of their manners. And things have gone smoothly ever since.

On the way, we pass students heading to their common rooms, for a brief break before lunch. I’m starving at the moment, so I’m hoping he brought food. A few students - possibly the same ones that insulted us at The Yule Ball before Dumbledore swept in - look at us, disgusted. I guess some people can’t get over the fact that two guys can be in love with each other. I shrug them off, not letting them ruin my merry mood.

We make our way to the lake, skipping the whole way. My legs are going to be sore tomorrow. When we arrive at our destination we sit under a big willow tree, and Harry produces a picnic blanket from his bag. He lays it out on the ground, and we sit.

“So that’s why it was so full,” I tease.

“Yep-a-roonie. 10 points to Slytherin.” I roll my eyes. “Well, that and the feast that I have packed.” He smiles roguishly. “May I present, Feast à la Harry.” He sweeps his arms over his bag indicating all of the food supposedly in there, but my mind wanders to the gutter. No, not today I think, shaking my head to clear the thought.

He pulls out a pile of sandwiches and some pumpkin juice in a pitcher (that I’m amazed didn’t spill in his bag).

“How’d you get this stuff?” I ask.

“I have my ways,” he says mysteriously, “the house elves in the kitchen obviously. They love me!”

“Who doesn’t?” I say affectionately. We dig in ravenously.

Once we’ve had our fill, by which I mean we’ve eaten all of the food, we lie down next to each other and watch the tree’s leaves swaying in the gentle breeze. We hold hands. I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been. Not only am I dating my crush, but I’m going on dates with him almost every day. It’s so nice lying here beside him, relishing in his presence. I must’ve been smiling stupidly because Harry bursts out laughing.

“You’re adorable you know,” He says, sitting up.

“So are you,” I say, grinning, following his lead and sitting up as well. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up a little.

Suddenly, he looks at the sky.

“Did you feel that?” he asks, a little concerned.

“Feel what?”

“A spit.”

“Of rain?”

“Yeah.”

“No…” I say cautiously. “Why would there be a spit of rain? It was clear blue sky just before.”

He looks at me like I’m stupid. I am not stupid.

“Hey, why are you looking at me like that?”

“You know how fast the weather changes in winter.”

“Ok good point, sorry. Why are you scared anyways?”

“What’re you talking about? I’m not scared of a little rain! No! why would I be scared of water? No, siree! Not Harry Potter.” He’s hiding something. What’s he not telling me?

“Umm oookaay..?”

“Heh heh.”

A drop of water hits the tip of my nose, and then another on my arm. It very swiftly gets heavier and soon it’s bucketing down. How did this even happen, honestly? Harry yelps.

“Um, I’ve gotta go. Was that the bell? See ya!” He gathers up the remnants of our feast, pulls his blanket out from underneath me, and scurries up to the castle.

I’m left sitting in the mud, get wetter by the minute. I scowl up at the mass of black clouds that appeared out of nowhere and scared of my date.

“Rude!” I yell.