"Harry, I think it’s Christmas Eve!" said Hermione.
He had lost track of the date; they had not seen a newspaper for weeks.
“I’m sure it is,” said Hermione, her eyes upon the church. “They… they’ll be in there, won’t they? Your mum and dad? I can see the graveyard behind it.”
Harry felt a thrill of something that was beyond excitement, more like fear. Now that he was so near, he wondered whether he wanted to see after all. Perhaps Hermione knew how he was feeling, because she reached for his hand and took the lead for the first time, pulling him forward. Halfway across the square, however, she stopped dead.
duality challenge: 9. beginning / end
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. → All was well.
Circa 1968 Aloisia Rucellai evening bag, gold and platinum, translucent enamel, diamonds, and rubies.
all I can think is Slytherin
#dont even fucking try to tell me thats not slytherin #some slyherin bought that #with her family money thats been handed down to her #to go to a ball in the 60s #dont even fucKING TELL ME IM WRONG
#it looks like it can only be opened with parseltongue
"Oh hold on I gotta get a tampon"
"We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on”.
Alfie Enoch - How To Get Away With Murder portraits x
–––– – ❝ wouldn’t it be better, make you s t r o n g e r , to have your soul in more pieces, i mean, for instance, isn’t seven the most powerfully magical number, wouldn’t seven –– ? merlin’s beard, tom! seven! isn’t it bad enough to think of killing one person? and in any case…bad enough to divide the soul…but to rip it into s e v e n pieces… of course, this is all h y p o t h e t i c a l , what we’re discussing, isn’t it? all academic… yes, sir, of course.
“But Dumbledore says he doesn’t care what they do as long as they don’t take him off the Chocolate Frog cards.”
I used to look back at pictures and cringe but actually I’m quite proud that I’ve had fun with fashion and don’t always look perfect. The only regret I have is when I look at something I wore when I was very young and it obviously looks like it belonged to someone else.