chaos reigned.

There was a flash of blinding green light and a rushing sound, as though a vast, invisible something was soaring through the air — instantaneously the spider rolled over onto its back, unmarked, but unmistakably dead

@durmsnet​​ dueling club — @narcissae​​​ vs. @arrypotter​​: favorite minor character

Ravenclaw is winter. It’s the sting of the cold on your skin. It’s huge sweaters and scarfs. It’s the joy of being the first one to step on fresh snow. It’s watching snow melt on your skin. It’s watching a snow storm at night and looking at the street light. It’s wanting not to get out of your bed.

Slytherin is spring. It’s the betrayal of the sun that doesn’t warm you up. It’s the surprise of it when it does. It’s the confusing days when you don’t know whether you should wear a short or a jacket. It’s the melting snow and the birds coming back. It’s flowers coming alive all around you and that unexpected floral smell you get in the middle of the street. 

Gryffindor is summer. It’s fiery and it’s hot. Sometimes it drowns you and sometimes it’s fun. It’s like going swimming in cold waters, the transition from too hot to too cold. It’s the midnight breeze. It’s sunburns but it’s also eating ice cream whenever you want. It’s the way your mum used to keep putting sun screen on you. 

@hpquidditchnet creation event: get to know the members

↳ favorite quidditch character: Weasley twins

It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before. 

That changes today. 

“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say. 

Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.

“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“ 

Suddenly, silence. 

1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression. 

A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice. 

He is moved. 

My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my white lily friends down. Not again.

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.

All I can hear is heavy breathing.

“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”

There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol”.

“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”

“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.

“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”

He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”

“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.

The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.

“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.

I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™ and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.