Someone with an opinion

“When I was 6, my family had almost no money. My parents had both lost their jobs, and they had separated from one another. My mom was not yet getting any government assistance and we barely had cash for staple groceries. At that point, we were poor enough that my brother and I were probably not going to get much in the way of Christmas presents. And then, a mother of a boy in my first grade class somehow noticed our need and gave my mother $100 to buy gifts for us. She wasn’t a mom who had a lot of money herself, but it was a very generous gift and made a huge impact on us. Not only did we get some material delights that Christmas, but I’m still talking about this gesture more than three decades later. I’m still moved by the kindness of a woman whose name I can’t remember. And more than that, when I was working on founding Random Acts and thinking about what I wanted its mission to be, I couldn’t stop thinking about this small act and how it had stayed with me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that small acts of kindness can have a huge and lasting impact. So here I find myself: A well-to-do grownup with two little kids, having to be gently reminded to stop and notice those struggling around me.” -Misha Collins

Harry waved a stalk of the offending vegetable, “At least eat a bite,” 

Draco glared over at Harry, “Don’t undermine me, Potter.”

Harry widened his eyes and shrugged.

Albus and Scorpius looked from Harry to Draco. James rolled his eyes. Lilly giggled.

Draco shook his head, half rolling his eyes, “Three bites of broccoli,” he conceded.

“Or no dessert,” Harry added.

Draco grinned, “Exactly.”

Albus and Scorpius groaned in unison,“Buuut DAAAA-AAD!”

Harry gasped in mock shock, “Did you just call me butt-dad?”

“I think they did,” Draco said, trying to hide a smile.

“You’re awful,” Scorpius lamented.

“I thought your name was Harry?” Draco asked, “You’ve been Awful Buttdad all this time?”

“I’ve been living a lie,” Harry said flatly.

“This is the worst,” Albus grumbled, “I can’t wait till we go back to the Hogwarts and we don’t have to hear any more of your jokes.”

Draco smirked, “We’ve only made four jokes in our entire lives and they’re all sitting right in front of us.”

“I’m done.” James dropped his fork loudly on his plate, stood and left the table.

Harry snorted and burst out laughing.

Draco smiled broadly, holding up his hand. Harry high-fived him.

Albus dropped his head on the table, “This isn’t worth dessert.”

Scorpius elbowed him as he quickly ate as much broccoli as he could stuff in his face, “Quick,” he murmured, his mouth full.

“Lilly thinks it’s funny,” Harry said.

Draco said, “She has very good taste.” 

Lilly laughed.

gordon ramsay: *holds neville between two slices of bread* what are you

Imagine that this is Gordon Ramsay a la Masterchef Junior

Neville: *messes up the potion, realizes it, starts crying quietly*

GR: What’s going on?

Neville: *explains how he messed up*

GR: Oh gosh okay…we can fix this, don’t cry, see, it’s fine now? Just be more careful when you’re adding the Newt’s eyes, all right? Drop them in gently. There we go. No more tears.

Ramsay: All you had to do was treat it with a fucking Beozar! 

Slughorn: It was a stressfu-

Ramsay: How long have you been teaching potions?!

or

Ramsay: So you’re going to raise this boy SPECIFICALLY so he can die as part of your twisted little scheme? 

Dumbledore: It’s for the greater good, professor. 

Ramsay: The greater fucking good?! *holds two slices of bread either side of dumbledoor’s face* What are you? 

Dumbledore: Am I, per chance, an idiot sandwich? 

Gordon had run in to help a group of struggling kids with a team challenge and one of the older kids, a 12 year old boy, wasn’t passing attention while taking a pan out of the oven and not only spilled all the food but scalded Gordon.

It’s clear Gordon’s leg is in pain. He’s been badly burned without warning. But he doesn’t scream. He doesn’t yell, not even in pain, and he doesn’t go off on the child who is now frozen in fear. He calmly tells the child to set the pan down and to close the oven, safety first. Then tells him to go restart the food he was making, calm instructions.

My husband and I grew up in abusive homes where any mistake meant parents getting angry (my husband is terrified of spills or broken glasses because that meant beatings growing up, for me, anything going wrong, that could upset my mother, even if it wasn’t my fault meant screaming and emotional abuse).

I didn’t know someone could be so calm. That someone could not get angry, and put aside what they’re feeling (in this case a lot of physical pain) and not take it out on those around them, even when someone around them had messed up, because that person is a child.

SHE MADE A SCHEDULE IN WORD AND PRINTED IT AND DREW A MAP ON IT SO SHE WOULDN’T FORGET WHERE HER CLASSES WERE AND THEN SHE LAMINATED IT

THE ZZZS ARE TO INDICATE SHE GETS TO SLEEP IN. THERE ARE FLOCKS OF BIRDS TO INDICATE THAT SHE IS FREE AS A BIRD BECAUSE CLASSES ARE OVER. SHE DREW BUTTERFLIES IN HER COMPUTER MONITOR ICONS????

SHE MADE CUSTOM DIVIDERS OUT OF SCRAPBOOK PAPER, ALSO LAMINATED

she had her first quiz today and these were her notes