𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐘.™

                           𝙰  𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸 - 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸 - 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴   𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽  𝙱𝚈  𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍,                                      𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂  𝙾𝙵          𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑,   𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘   𝙰𝙽𝙳   𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃                                𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝚈  𝙿𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚂𝙴.

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒   :

a .          all  though  this  blog  is  based  on  harry  potter  lore,  i’m  perfectly  happy  exploring  other  fandoms  &  creating  other  verses.  b .          i  am  25+  and  would  ask  that  if  you  are  below  18  you  do  not  interact  as  this  blog  may  explore  dark  or  inappropriate  themes  for  minors. c .          this  blog  is  not  affiliated  with  or  in  support  of  j.k.  rowling’s  views.  d .          i  am  not  in  support  of  the  neatly - tied - in - a - hetero - bow  epilogue.  in  my  general  canon,  unless  plotted,  i  do  not  stick  to  that  epilogue.  e .          my  inbox  and  ims  are  always  open  for  memes,  ooc  questions,  plotting  or  friendship. f .          this  blog  is  mutuals  exclusive. 

and  harry,  mr.  ‘ oh,  snape  was  a  really  good  guy  but  this  anxious  13 - 14  year  old?  screw  him  amirite? ‘  again,  passing  on  his  own  issues  from  school  to  his  child.  does  he  not  listen  to  albus?  enough  to  know  how  close  he  and  scorpius  are?  it  sounds  like  he’s  just  ignored  albus’  feelings  and  replaced  them  with  his  own  prejudices.

they’re  grown  ass  adults  holding  schoolyard  grudges  and  passing  them  on  to  their  children. 

it’s  a  disgrace.  not  something  she  enjoys  the  sights  and  smells  of.  it’s  violence,  for  the  sake  of  the  satisfaction  of  a  mob.  it  is  only  a  small  arena,  only  a  small  crowd,  and  she  didn’t  wish  to  be  there  of  her  own  volition,  but  her  friends  had  insisted.  so  there  hermione  sits,  face  contorted  in  disgust  and  concern  for  the  latest  slave  to  fall.  she  can  not  hold  her  tongue  much  longer,  raising  to  her  feet  in  a  less - than - graceful  motion. 

‘   you  ought  to  all  be  ashamed  of  yourselves!   ’   she  shouts,  sparing  none  of  her  judgmental  vitriol.   ‘   a  man  is  dying!   ’

it’s   like   a   fifth   birthday   party ;

you're  a  joy  to  be  around!  everything  good  about  the  way  birthday  parties  happen,  especially  when  you're  young,  is  embodied  by  you   ------   the  happiness  of  kicking  around  balloons  aimlessly,  putting  on  those  cool  clothes  your  parents  bought,  all  your  friends  at  the  table  while  you  blow  out  the  candles  on  your  cake,  that's  you.  you  are  loved,  you  are  special,  and  you're  a  good  friend.

absolutely. i know how awkward certain things online can be to read for people with dyslexia, sight problems or even in general. if i notice this in someone’s rules or if they just come ask me directly i can accommodate whatever is easiest, whether it’s single spacing or anything else. 

he looked over his shoulder at her and for a moment he wondered if she was simply pulling his leg.  but she seemed so thoughtful and lost at once over his comment that he couldn’t help but thing it was genuine after all,  and if that  amused him  at all,  it was nobody’s business to know that he almost smiled.  kenneth simply shook his head and peeled a hand out of his cloak,  gloved in leather  and nearly camouflaged against the skeletal head of the death horse.   ❛  no.  it just means you’re …   you have nerve.  you’re gryffindor,  so i suppose that is not surprising.  ❜   hagrid was a name and face he’d only seen in passing,  but kenneth by no means had ever spoken to the giant.  he didnn’t think he ever would,  so he shook his head again in answer and turned his eyes away.  if the girl was  unwanted by most,  maybe they had that in common.  they both seemed at peace with their own lonesomeness and without grief for it.  at least,  that’s what kenneth thought.   ❛  why do you say that?  ❜   he asked,  brow furrowed and mildly perplexed.  anyone else would think he looked angry.   ❛  have you done them wrong?  ❜

kenneth watched quietly as the creature lulled its head into her palm,   as if greeting an old friend.   it’s smoke mane curled against her wrist,  seemingly at ease to be surrounded by chatter and living beings.  at the offer,  he considered a moment before his odd-eyed stare moved back to her face.  he braced a hand against the  death horse’s  neck,  leaning his weight nonchalantly against the beast,  and studied the girl with intent.   ❛  to the horse or the girl?  i’d like to know your name.  ❜

her  gaze  turns  from  the  threstal,  peering  up  at  him  with  intrigue.  he  thinks  she  is  a  gryffindor?  it’s  a  fair  assumption,  she’s  wearing  none  of  her  uniform,  only  an  odd  mix  of  a  raggedy  cardigan  and  a  skirt  decorated  in  seaglass  draping.  all  of  her  clothing  is  craft - made  in  this  way.   ‘   i’m  actually  in  ravenclaw,   ’   luna  tells  him.   ‘   but  i’m  delighted  you  think  i  could  be  a  gryffindor!  that’s  very  kind.  ’   she  offers  him  a  flattered  smile.  it’s  not  often  she  hears  positive  things  about  herself.   ‘   honestly,  i  think  the  requirements  for  houses  are  a  little  silly.  no  body  can  be  only  one  or  two  things...  and  mostly,  we  overlap.  but  it’s  nice  that  the  sorting  hat  has  a  job,  isn’t  it?   ------   do  you  have  houses  at  your  school?   ’

her  eyes  drift  back  to  the  creature,  who  presses  against  her  hand,  happy  to  have  her  attention  back  upon  them.   ‘   i  don’t  think  so,  at  least,  i  hope  not.   ’   she  has  no  desire  to  do  anyone  wrong,  especially  not  her  classmates.   ‘   though...  i  think  they  find  me  quite  strange.   ’    luna’s  features  don’t  shift,  as  if  indifferent  to  their  views.  perhaps  it’s  simply  acceptance.  whatever  it  is,  she’s  not  oblivious  to  it...  but  she’s  not  letting  it  in.

‘   both!   ’   she  exclaims  with  delight.