a mix for modern ravenclaws. setting up elaborate potions equipment in the dormitories to brew coffee and tea, animagi girl gangs that prowl the corridors and grounds at night in feline form, leaving the windows open in the spring to let in cool breezes, making new friendships outside the tower entrance when the brass eagle’s riddle is particularly tricky, seventh years lazily bewitching the stars on the common room ceiling so that they swirl and dance, over the knee socks and striped high tops, energy potions kept in vial necklaces, everyone pitching in a few galleons to buy a telescope for the common room purely for stargazing purposes, ravenclaw is where dreams become reality and imaginations run wild. LISTEN

tea-bagging-jones:

icey-queenland:

thedstrider:

IT FITS SO WELL IM SCREAMING

WHY DOES IT FIT SO WELL

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT STOP

Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”

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