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anonymous asked:

I feel like Steve and Bucky would definitely be in the same house because let's be real, B comes before R in the alphabet and Steve Rogers would not let the sorting hat separate him from his best friend.

EXCEPT Steve would have made friends on the ride to Hogwarts and maybe Bucky would have been reassuring him the whole time that even if they aren’t in the same house, “I’m with you till the end of the line, pal”, and then Steve watches Bucky get in Hufflepuff and he smiles, and waits for his turn without any trepidation, and without actually wanting to be anywhere but where he’s supposed to be.

And when the Sorting Hat yells “SLYTHERIN”, Bucky claps with the Slytherins too, and when Steve passes him by to join his table, all pink and embarrassed, Bucky elbows his fellow Huffies (who he prolly befriended on the train, too) to stand with him and do the same, and since Huffies are nice like that ofc they all do, cus they must be the only ones who don’t care about house rivalries.

The clapping for Steve lasts the longest even though he’s no one special, just because both houses get into a clapping contest – until McGonagall looses her shit.

Steve and Bucky in different houses but STILL the bestest of friends suits me a hella better ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Margaret was only seven when she was first stung. It was the only time she could remember being in a hospital. Her entire face was swollen, and she was having trouble breathing. She woke up a day later in the hospital, and since that day she had been afraid of bees. 

Margaret was a junior in college the second time she was stung. She was walking alone in the park on a warm summer’s morning. She leaned down to look at a lone rose along the side of the path, pulling up the camera app on her phone. While she was taking pictures, a small honey bee crawled up over the rim of the rose. Startled, she took a step back, but quickly regained her senses and went back to taking pictures as the bee took off. She moved to another set of flowers, a small collection of orchids. She was bothered by a small itch on her neck, which she quickly scratched, returning to her work. The itch reappeared, this time directly underneath her right ear. She swatted at it. A small but angry buzz responded. Realizing what she had done, she made a dash for her car. Not before making it 20 feet, a hot pain, not unlike a doctor’s needle plunged into her shoulder blade. Halfway to her car, her breath became short, and difficult. She started wheezing, and she could feel her throat closing up. She dials 91- but was interrupted by the taste of mud, and the hard ground against her face. She is too tired to get up. She finishes dialing, and passes out. 

A small honey bee floats gently to the ground, settling into it’s final resting place, most of it’s abdomen missing. 4 minutes pass. A paramedic’s shoe crushes the bee’s small body.