#advent19

it is exceptionally lonely, being draco malfoy. I will always be suspected. there is no escaping the past.

there's such a lot of different annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. if I was just the one anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting.

one morning in mid-december, hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. the lake froze solid and the weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed quirrell around. (insp)

lily evans. one of the brightest I ever taught. vivacious, you know. charming girl.

And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father’s voice. “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives,” he said.

daenerys targaryen. I am the dragon’s daughter, and i swear to you, these men will die screaming. (insp)

ginny weasley. you seemed too busy to call him a prat, and I thought someone should.

harry potter + greek goddesses