Growing Pains

If he ever had to leave his mess of a home on Spinner’s End and look “presentable,” he’d throw on the oldest, most threadbare clothes he owns, probably oversized because he’s skeletal from stress. He’d look like some ghost from up north, his face reflecting both his awful life and the harsh social class he was born into. This is a Snape who doesn’t give off tortured anti-hero vibes in some romantic Byron-esque way. No, he’s straight out of an Irvine Welsh, Charles Bukowski, or John Fante novel—the kind of Snape who’d be right at home in a Guy Ritchie movie. That’s the Snape I want, feeding into my terrible, questionable tastes.

"I know I will be long dead before you read this..."

The Third Age of the world is ended, and the new age is begun; and it is your task to order its beginning and to preserve what must be preserved.

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Christmas break @ the Burrow 🌾⚡️