seek the truth, rebel son

Within his first week back at Hogwarts, he approached Professor Kettleburn, convinced that if anyone could explain, it would be him. Theodore was right about that.

He didn’t like the way Professor Kettleburn looked at him, all pity and sadness in his eyes. He didn’t understand it either. At least until he got the explanation.

“They’re thestrals,” Kettleburn explained, voice so soft that it almost felt as though he was trying to somehow protect Theodore from whatever he was about to hear. “Unvisible to most people, they can only seen by those who have witnessed someone die.”

At that point, Theodore regrets asking. He didn’t need the reminder that his mother died – right in front of him, without him even noticing anything was wrong. With every year that passes, he misses his mother more and more and wishes she were still around. By now, Theodore has already realized that not everything his father ever told him was true, and he’s painfully aware that his mother, who taught him how to think for himself, would have been on his side.

That is the reason why he hates the thestrals so much and why he looks at them in disgust whenever he sees them. They remind him of who he lost long before he understood just exactly how important his mother was to him (in this specific household). They remind him of this lost life in which he could have been a Ravenclaw, developing differently from how his father intended, not even having to pretend to hate muggleborns.

oh trust me i know first hand about that first part. on the other hand, what you said made perfect sense to me and i do agree with you. i’m just less likely to be vocal on it and i still don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. i get that i’m privileged in just having the choice to be silent tho

What i learned on this website is that there will always be some stupid people that will make you feel bad for whatever you choose to do. I tend to agree with your point but i feel that as a cis female, i don’t really get to have an opinion since it does not concern me. if you want to write trans ron, i want you to be happy doing it and not scared.

that people expect you to use a trans faceclaim for your trans muse?

i mean, i’m a trans guy myself and this expectation that i’ve seen around a lot has always made me incredibly uncomfortable. i don’t know if it’s just me, but i always felt like it implies that when it comes to appearance (and only speaking about the face, since it’s a faceclaim), trans men and women just cannot look like cis men or women.

like. i could show people pictures of a bunch of trans people i know and they wouldn’t be able to tell they’re trans. this whole “this person looks/doesn’t look trans” is, in fact, transphobic as fuck. and being told i have to use a trans faceclaim for my trans muse just holds this implication that there is a way in which a trans person looks different than a cis person, always.

oh bb you really don’t have to worry, i wouldn’t be one to judge you for things you write, AND i missed you LIKE REALLY

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN

“Tricky little serpent right there mh.” 

Her eyes ran through the words in the page, finding it most ridiculous how complex and unnecessary those spells were. Anyone in their right mind wouldn’t remember half of those would they ever encounter such a creature. And yet they were plastered here, proving their effectiveness. But Cassiopeia found it amusing how the simplest and perhaps the most effective way to deal with such a snake was not mentioned in the slightest.

“All of them sounds way too complicated. Granted those snakes have much more power than a common one, but I can guarantee you, a mere vipera evanesca will suffice.”

“Seriously? It’s that easy?”

Now he couldn’t help but feel slightly stupid, despite being aware that it wasn’t his fault at all. Theodore had read the text several times and it hadn’t mentioned this one, simple spell that he’d learned years ago.

i would