who will be strong and stand with me?

McGonagall: Mr. Lupin!

Remus: Sorry, Professor. Anyway, Slytherin’s got the Quaffle now, because some people feel like snogging instead of going to practice – I’m looking at you Frank Longbottom. And… yes! Avery is practically knocked into the next century by a bludger artfully aimed by Beater Shacklebolt. See, Longbottom? That’s what dedication and practice do for you.

McGonagall: Less personal grudges, more game commentary, Mr. Lupin.

Remus: Sorry, Professor. And is that…? Yes! Seeker McKinnon goes into a dive! She’s brilliant! She’s perfect! She’s… a lump on the ground. Apparently she can see the snitch from the other side of the pitch, but she can’t see the ground right in front of her fucking face.

mcgonagall: mr. lupin……please….

remus: right, professor, of course. there goes diggory - never liked him much, but what can you do? - and gryffindor’s got the quaffle! and fucking yikes - look at that shit - that’s clearly a fucking foul! so apparently avery can knock my fucking boyfriend into the ground, but he can’t catch the quaffle. ha! 

mcgonagall: tone down the swearing, if you will, mr. lupin?

remus: sorry, professor. and here we go, the two seekers are neck for neck, toe for toe, and wait - fucking hell! is seeker mckinnon pulling out her wand and summoning the fucking snitch? i take back everything i fucking said about her, she’s brilliant - and it didn’t work, amazing. truly warrants an outstanding.

mcgonagall: slytherin seems to have obtained the snitch, mr. lupin.

Week 1 of Inktober! My theme this year is plant witches~ ^o^

me:

″It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses.“