Hermione Granger in Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.


    That year, Harry and Neville celebrated their birthdays together. The Leaky Cauldron was packed; every seat, counter, and potted plant was taken. At 11:59 PM, Ron raised his butterbeer, joined by forty others in the crowd. “To the new king of Gryffindor!” He slapped Neville’s shoulder, and the brass crown slipped off the grinning birthday man’s head slightly. The announcement had arrived yesterday: Neville was the new Gryffindor Head of House.    The mechanical dragon on the clock pendulum roared, signaling midnight. Ginny pushed Harry up onto the raised hearth, next to Neville. Dean and Seamus was hoisting a goalpost-sized treacle tart through the crowd as Neville raised a new toast. “And to Harry! Still saving the world!”    Harry protested the statement, but no one heard him over the cheers. Ron handed him a new mug. “Just take it, mate. Honestly, youngest Head Auror in Ministry history. I reckon you’re doomed to make the rest of us look bad.”

    That year, Harry and Neville celebrated their birthdays together. The Leaky Cauldron was packed; every seat, counter, and potted plant was taken. At 11:59 PM, Ron raised his butterbeer, joined by forty others in the crowd. “To the new king of Gryffindor!” He slapped Neville’s shoulder, and the brass crown slipped off the grinning birthday man’s head slightly. The announcement had arrived yesterday: Neville was the new Gryffindor Head of House.
    The mechanical dragon on the clock pendulum roared, signaling midnight. Ginny pushed Harry up onto the raised hearth, next to Neville. Dean and Seamus was hoisting a goalpost-sized treacle tart through the crowd as Neville raised a new toast. “And to Harry! Still saving the world!”
    Harry protested the statement, but no one heard him over the cheers. Ron handed him a new mug. “Just take it, mate. Honestly, youngest Head Auror in Ministry history. I reckon you’re doomed to make the rest of us look bad.”

excepttheeyes:

‘You ran away from home?’
‘When I was about sixteen,’ said Sirius. ‘I’d had enough.’
‘Where did you go?’ said Harry, staring at him.
‘Your dad’s place,’ said Sirius. ‘Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son.’

(and I know this set will probably be confusing to some people since a lot of people like Kristin Scott Thomas as Walburga but she’s always been Mrs. Potter to me)

transhumanisticpanspermia:

rachellebutler:

Treble clefs by (L to R) Bach, Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Mendelssohn, Schumann, Brahms, Debussy, and Ravel.
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all musicians across all time periods: “fuck how does that thing go”

transhumanisticpanspermia:

rachellebutler:

Treble clefs by (L to R) Bach, Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Mendelssohn, Schumann, Brahms, Debussy, and Ravel.

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all musicians across all time periods: “fuck how does that thing go”

englishsnow:

by Bella Li

tylerknott:

I have rocks in my roots
and I am bent from the wind,
I am all alone once again,
will I be alone in the end?

My branches are dry 
and snapped from the storm,
Without all your sunlight,
will I ever feel warm?

I’ll hold tight to your earth,
I’ll ask not when or why,
I’ll wrap snug to your rocks
I’ll throw my leaves in your sky.

tylerknott:

I have rocks in my roots
and I am bent from the wind,
I am all alone once again,
will I be alone in the end?

My branches are dry
and snapped from the storm,
Without all your sunlight,
will I ever feel warm?

I’ll hold tight to your earth,
I’ll ask not when or why,
I’ll wrap snug to your rocks
I’ll throw my leaves in your sky.

tylerknott:

I have rocks in my roots
and I am bent from the wind,
I am all alone once again,
will I be alone in the end?

My branches are dry 
and snapped from the storm,
Without all your sunlight,
will I ever feel warm?

I’ll hold tight to your earth,
I’ll ask not when or why,
I’ll wrap snug to your rocks
I’ll throw my leaves in your sky.

tylerknott:

I have rocks in my roots
and I am bent from the wind,
I am all alone once again,
will I be alone in the end?

My branches are dry
and snapped from the storm,
Without all your sunlight,
will I ever feel warm?

I’ll hold tight to your earth,
I’ll ask not when or why,
I’ll wrap snug to your rocks
I’ll throw my leaves in your sky.

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