The Pothead

“No - no - no!“ someone was shouting. “No! Fred! No!" 

Please tell me why they reversed their names. Oliver is on the left, James is on the right 🥲

i like the edit she did of her style/hair/aesthetic but she had no need to whitewash lisa

just making this post to point something out and start a discussion

imo all of this could have been avoided if they just made them two different characters to begin with, because no version is better than the other, but still we have one replacing the other. they could have made lisa better represent the ginger community instead because she already had red hair and gingers are a minority that deserve love too. and then hispanic lisa could be a new character and they could give her a lot of attention to make her important

After that, the dragon becomes a permanent installment of Gryffindor tower, stealing loose coins and trinkets and shiny candy wrappers inside the bottom of a sofa or hole in the masonry. Nobody thinks anything of it, kids being kids and losing things all the time, but some kids waking up in the night from nightmares or homesickness or insomnia will sit by the ever-burning fireplace and see a little silhouette shifting comfortably in the flames. If there are significantly less mice around, nobody takes note of it.

I like to think the other triwizard competitors got to keep theirs, too.

Fleur took hers to the Madame to return it, but was told that it was an enchantment of no real consequence and could keep it if she liked, so long as it didn’t cause trouble or distract from her classes. It sits at present in a lavishly-furnished terrarium with a miniaturized forest, complete with a castle to guard, a village to plunder, and a constant supply of crickets. Someday her grandchildren will inherit the responsibility of seeing to it’s care, and the tank will take a prominent place of honor for generations.

Krum in a similar position found himself growing fond of his, and often (against house rules, one of the few he can be tempted to break) smuggles it around in his big furry coat. It likes to snuggle in the fluff of his inner breast pocket, and only if you are very careful will you see him sneak a little scrap of meat or jerky into it. For many years after, there is a rumor that he has a familiar on him at all times, even if it isn’t seen, and there is some speculation on what it could be. It will only be in his old age that the truth comes out: when his grandchildren let it slip that Grandpa has a dragon, and the old folks down at the bar laugh because of course he does, it all makes sense, they’d forgotten all about the little thing he’d got from that competition all those years ago. Krum sits in a comfortable chair by the fire, wrinkled hands stroking delicate scales draped over his lap, and when his time comes to pass there is no trace of the little thing to be found: only his body laying in bed, peaceful as can be, and a puff of silver dust on the blanket above his heart.

After Cedric’s funeral, life is grey. Mr. Diggory, still quaking in his heart and teetering on grief and denial and pain but knowing he must collect his son’s things, gathers up all his strength and makes the trip up the castle. The Hufflepuff dorm is exactly the same as he remembers from his youth, right down to the smell of dandelion tea and warm sunlight, messy beds and half-scribbled homework left scattered about, but it’s different, now. Smaller. Less wondrous, less hopeful.

He sets about packing Cedric’s belongings (Cedric, his son, his baby boy, his wonderful, beautiful baby boy, gone) with a strange detachment. He won’t remember a second of it, later- the mechanical folding of shirts and binning of trash (not much, he’d always been such a tidy boy)- but he seems to wake from the fog when he grabs the small box hidden under the bed and feels the faintest wiggle.

Of course, he thinks when he opens it, when he sees what’s inside, snuggled up in a nest of thick socks torn to puffs of wool. Of course, he thinks, remembering his boy (much smaller, so much smaller) begging for a puppy, a cat, his first owl. (So lonely, being an only child). Of course, of course, how could he possibly be surprised? (His boy, his good boy, with such a heart in him).

For anyone living in Europe: the first heatwave of the season is forecast for tomorrow, and will likely stretch until Friday. Please stay safe.

Open your windows at night BUT close everything, including blinds and curtains, during the day

If you need it, buy a fan, a cold blanket or a cooler

Drink a lot

Also drink mostly water, without ice

If you can, avoid getting out in the sun between 11am and 6pm

If you need to go outside, wear sunscreen and a hat

Also loose clothes and natural, breathable fabrics

Think of your pets! 

Make sure they have access to water and shade, bring them inside the house if possible, don’t leave them in a car alone

Check on your grandma and other elderly relatives! 

Old people are at risk during hot weather, so remind them to drink and stay inside with their blinds closed

If you or people you know are experiencing the following symptoms

breathlessness

chest pain

confusion

intense thirst

weakness

dizziness

cramps that get worse or don’t go away

Sweating is a sign that your body is doing what it’s supposed to in hot weather and trying to cool you off. If nothing about your environment has change, but you’ve stopped sweating, you’re dehydrated. 

Water is great, but gatorade and powerade were specifically designed to replace important electrolytes you lose when sweating.

If the heat and humidity get to be too much for you and you have access to one, put your hair up and take a short, cool shower. 

Consider investing in a reusable cool pack like this one.

• Always provide fresh water (my dog has 4 buckets around the garden and house)

• Provide shade or a cool room

• Buy a cooling blanket

• Cover your dog with a wet towel

• If they like water, get them a kiddie pool or let them play with the garden hose

• Home made doggie ice cream

• Don’t walk your dog during the day, stick to the early morning and late evening hours

• Don’t let them walk on hot asphalt!!! I can’t believe how many people do this while the ground is obviously too hot for those little paws