Musings of a Weary Wanderer

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, pg 354

Fast forward to the Forest, after a year of spending evenings between hunting the horcruxes looking at Ginny’s dot and hoping she’s ok, and it’s the exact opposite. Voldemort is standing in front of him but now he can only see Ginny.

Isn’t seven the most powerfully magical number?

Lone deer at sunset

They were miserable without Ron. Harry didn’t want to comfort Hermione because he was miserable too. There was no ‘almost kiss moment’. They were not happy at all. Harry was more worried about Ginny than comforting Hermione. He of course cared that Hermione was sad, but he was so sad himself that cheering her up was not something either of them had the emotional energy for. This moment from the films suggested something that was never there. 

In my opinion, this scene was the biggest mistake Warner Bros ever made out of all eight films. I would be able to look past it if it was just silly dancing, but no, they added in the slow dancing and the ‘almost kiss moment’ which just ruined it. They made a lot of mistakes in the films but this scene was Steve Kloves last pathetic attempt to push his idea that Harry and Hermione liked each other as more than friends. But they never did.

Hermione liked Ron and Harry liked Ginny.

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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Hoping that she was alright. Can we just fucking talk about how beautifully selfless this boy is. He doesn’t wonder if she’s thinking about him too.  He doesn’t even care if she isn’t thinking about him. HE IS ALL ALONE AND SCARED FOR HIS LIFE AND HE DOESN’T KNOW WHERE HIS BEST FRIEND IS AND FFS he just wants her to know that he is thinking about HER. He wants her to know that she’s LOVED. THAT SHE IS STILL ON HIS MIND 24/7 AND THAT HE HASN’T FORGOTTEN asdfghjkl; THIS FUCKING QUOTE. THIS FUCKING BOY. HIS FUCKING LOVE. what the fuck <3

(via thetruthinesswillsetyoufree)

Researchers at King’s College London found that the drug Tideglusib stimulates the stem cells contained in the pulp of teeth so that they generate new dentine – the mineralised material under the enamel.

Teeth already have the capability of regenerating dentine if the pulp inside the tooth becomes exposed through a trauma or infection, but can only naturally make a very thin layer, and not enough to fill the deep cavities caused by tooth decay.

But Tideglusib switches off an enzyme called GSK-3 which prevents dentine from carrying on forming.

Scientists showed it is possible to soak a small biodegradable sponge with the drug and insert it into a cavity, where it triggers the growth of dentine and repairs the damage within six weeks.

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, pg 354

At the right place at the right time | markian.b

for my husband and my new little dude 😍 i’m over the moon xo (plus some dramatic irony for Jily)

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“…and you’ll be a brilliant Quidditch player, even better than I was!” James was saying when Lily entered the nursery with a basket of clean baby clothes. He swooped a soother over Harry’s crib and watched the baby grab for it, then turned and grinned at his wife. “Look at that, Lily! See how quickly he caught that? He’s a natural.”

“That’s just a reflex, James,” Lily said, but she returned his grin. Reflex or not, she was nearly as enamored of everything Harry did as her husband was. “All babies grab for things.”

“Not like Harry,” James said proudly. “He’ll be the greatest Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen, I’m sure of it.”

“Just yesterday you said he was going to be a classical pianist, because of his long fingers, and the day before that a Muggle footballer, because of his strong legs.”

“He’s multi-talented! Don’t forget his melodious singing voice.”

Lily graced him with an exasperated smile. “That is his hungry cry and it sounds more like a siren than a song.”

“Shh, ignore her,” James whispered to Harry. The baby’s expression turned puzzled, and he reached up and wrapped his tiny fist around his father’s little finger. “No matter what she says, Mummy thinks you’re an angel.”

“Oh, I do,” Lily cooed, bending over Harry’s cradle as well and kissing his soft hair. “But that’s still different from what your daddy thinks, which is that you’re a child prodigy even though you’re only eleven days old.”

“He is. Look at those eyes.” Harry was still clutching James’ finger, and James was gazing at him adoringly. “Those are the eyes of a deep thinker.”

Lily laughed, her insides feeling all warm and gooey as she watched her boys. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“As you should,” James said with mock-formality, glancing up from Harry’s curious face. “Your good looks are also why Harry could be a baby model, I expect. He’d be brilliant in adverts for nappies or pureed cauliflower or some such.”

That earned him an affectionate eye-roll. “You’re ridiculous.”

James looked affronted. “How so? Do you deny that our son is perfect?”

“Of course not.”