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Just had to explain to my mum that I don't define myself by my nation, but by the fact that I am a good person. And that I look at other peoples actions rather than their country and heritage, when making up my mind about them.

SURPRISE she doesn't get it (”Why are you telling people that you're from *continent*, not *country*? Why aren't you proud of your culture?” - because idgaf, mum, that’s why. It’s nothing I am proud of, because it wasn't my decision to be born in in a certain country! It’s not something I achieved, so I am not proud.)

#justparentthings #motherdaughtertalk

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“Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible.”

— David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

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“Let me tell you what I believe. I believe in Nelson Mandela’s vision. I believe in a vision shared by Gandhi and King and Abraham Lincoln. I believe in a vision of equality and justice and freedom and multi-racial democracy, built on the premise that all people are created equal, and they’re endowed by our creator with certain inalienable rights.”

— Barack Obama. July 17, 2018

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"Are you flirting with me?” Fremione!

“I can’t believe this happened again!”exclaimed Hermione as she stormed her way to the door, nearly tripping over abox on the floor in the process. She stopped, growled, and gave the box a kickto the side.

“Whoa, careful, Granger!” said Fred, his broad —and magenta coloured— formappearing in the doorway, “That could be dangerous, you never know what’re inthese bo—“ Fred stopped mid-sentence, his eyes taking in the witch’s appearance,and began to laugh.

Heat rose to Hermione’s cheeks; a result of her embarrassment but alsoher rage. “I can’t believe you …”

Fred’s laugh eased down to soft chuckles and he approached her,producing a small tin out of his pocket. “You’re gonna make us run out oneday.”

“Just be quiet and help me, will you?”

His chuckles stopped and Hermione opened her previously closed eyes.Fred was staring— as if frozen by a spell— but when hespotted her watching he shook himself out of it.

“Sorry? What was that?” he asked, innocently.

Hermione sighed, Fred’s odd behaviour from before already forgotten.“Well, I can’t very well apply it on myself, can I? Just help me get rid of it,please. I have an important meeting in the morning and I only agreed to helpyou out in the store because you and George assured me it wouldn’t take long.”

“All right, all right. Hang on,” he said, opening the small tin and scoopingup the thick yellow paste onto his fingertips. Hermione hopped up on one thedesks in the twins’ workroom and proceeded to close her eyes again to let himapply it. She noted that he was surprisingly gentle.