Porcelain; Ivory; Steel

sorry but like the same age that james was drawing snitches and doodling lily evans’ initials on his exam papers is the same age that snape was practicing and inventing dark magic in his textbooks like the two are incomparable

“I’ll just wait for the class to quiet down.”

Your mother runs into the room “the lure I placed on netherfield park has worked at last. There is a young man in possession of good fortune, one of the girls must surely catch him”

does the “i slept with you the other day and i didnt know we had a mutual friend and now we’re sitting across each other for brunch and it’s awkward because i ran out when you were asleep” au exist bc i need that fic

i love kissing so much how it can be soft and romantic or hard and passionate or lazy and sleepy or affectionate and then it’s like you like the person and they like you because you are kissing and it’s just you two and you can close your eyes and there will be nothing in the world except that

I’d bet five galleons that George Weasley asked McGonagall out to the Yule Ball on a dare.

I bet that Fred popped up before she could reply and acted betrayed (“YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL, HOW COULD YOU?) and they proceed to have a fake fight over who gets to take her to the ball. Meanwhile McGonagall is trying to be stern and not laugh because it reminds of when Sirius tried to ask Dumbledore out and had almost the exact same fight with James

I swear this actually happened.