#wizarding starter

"Fair warning, I'm going to hex the next person I hear talking about the bloody new Firebolt. I don't care if it can resurrect dead plants or grant wishes, I don't want to hear it."

"No one mentioned chasing barmy old blokes into run down pubs just to find out that they're just a little touched in the head when I was going through training. The place was so full of smoke that I could barely breathe, and I'm pretty sure my hair and clothes smell like stale fire whiskey."

"I don't know what the old bloke in the flat under mine is brewing down there, but it bloody stinks. It's late and there are fumes creeping up here that smell like something rotting."

You hope that once you get a job your father allows you to live your life the way you want. Or at least give you some warning before he drags you to some place.

It had always been the same thing, leaving London for weeks on end in order to find some new supplies for his business. He would travel to the Alps, to the rainforests in China, all to find that perfect specimen of core or wood. This journey was different in the fact that it had only taken the young wandmaker ten days to collect said supplies and return home. "Evening Hannah" he smirked, tipping his hat at the landlady behind the counter of The Leaky Cauldron. Perching himself upon the nearest bar stool, Podric ordered his usual and set his suitcase down on the floor before taking his glass of beer and bring it to his lips "And a beer for him"

"Don't you just love the rain? It's a perfect excuse to stay inside, all bundled up with some tea. You know, if I had the time for that. It's a busy, busy day at the tea shop today! Sure, I don't have the time, but you should."