The Rebellion Begins

The Lord of the Rings + Green

forehead touching/nose rubbing post-kisses (◡‿◡✿)

If Margaery Tyrell thinks to cheat me of my hour in the sun, she had bloody well think again.

And we will weep to be so alone.

But you are a Seeker. The only thing I want you to worry about is this. The Golden Snitch. It’s wicked fast and damn near impossible to see. You catch it. Before the other team’s Seeker. You catch this, the game’s over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.

(requested by anon)

"He's been poisoned, you daft dimbo!"

Ron tripped dazedly toward Harry and Hermione. “You’re okay,” he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly. "I thought - I thought -" “‘M all right,” said Ron, patting her on the back. “‘M fine.” "Ron was great," said Tonks warmly, reliquishing her hold on Lupin. "Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you’re aiming at a moving target from a flying broom -" "You did?" said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck. ”Always the tone of surprise,” he said a little grumpily, breaking free.