Today is Xal's birthday everybody say Happy birthday Xal :^)
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Today is Xal's birthday everybody say Happy birthday Xal :^)

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Ravenclaw Headcanon
Ravenclaws have a tendency to remember they need to do things much earlier than they actually need to be done, and putting it off because it can wait. But then not remembering them again until after itβs late.
We looked at each other and smiled, for a second we forgot everything.
So we forgot what class we actually had so instead of like... Looking at our schedule we're sitting in our schools elevator trying to remember because looking online is the quitters way out
They had begun to forget: forget their own beginnings and legends, forget what little they had known about the greatness of the world. It was not yet gone, but it was getting buried: the memory of the high and the perilous. But you cannot teach that sort of thing to a whole people quickly.
J.R.R. Tolkien, Unfinished Tales of Numenor and Middle-earth

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Ravenclaw Headcanon
Ravenclaws forget things all the time. All of them have had a rememberall at some point in their lives, but all of them have forgotten where they left them.
Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.
Edgar Allan Poe