You can order pizza to the castle! It took them long enough.
I mean, if you have delivery guys with brooms there really isn’t any excuses. Best part is, I can assure it will all be mine because Emily has this weird (read: wrong) notion that you shouldn’t put pineapple on a pizza.
Title: Quidditch Practice Characters: James Sirius X Reader Plot: You can’t seem to concentrate on Quidditch practice because of a certain Potter Warning(s): none Prompt;
“Would you two please just go make out in a corner already and come back when you’re ready to concentrate?”
Requested?: hell naww A/N; this one’s short
“JAMES SIRIUS POTTER STOP THAT” You yell as the said boy flew past you making your skirt fly up.
“What?” he innocently grinned at you as he hovered in front of you. You two were currently in the quidditch pitch, just having a quick meeting that’s why you weren’t in your quidditch uniform. You rolled your eyes before focusing back on the whiteboard in front of you as the captain drew the plans for your next game. Suddenly you felt hands wrapping around your waist before being picked up and sat on a broom.
“JAMES SIRIUS POTTER PUT ME DOWN! I HAVE A SKIRT ON! WE STILL HAVE A MEETING!” you screamed while holding down you skirt with one hand and the other hooked around James’ neck. He only glanced at you with a smirk before actually putting you down.
“Would you two please just go make out in a corner already and come back when you’re ready to concentrate?”your captain asked with a smirk as the others only snickered at your blushed faces. “What do you think, babe?” James picked you up again before you could even answer.
“JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! I WILL TELL YOUR FATHER ABOUT THIS!” “Don’t worry babe, just a quick snog with your boyfriend won’t hurt” “IT WILL IF YOU DON’T PUT ME DOWN”
If Granger kidnaps you, kills you, then buries your lifeless body in a shallow grave in the desert where your remains lay decomposing for several decades until they're accidentally discovered by some guy on a journey to awaken his spirit at the Salinas Pueblo Missions, can I have your broom?
You've really thought this out.
I love your broom.
I love my broom too, and you're not getting it.
oh my god one of my workmates has a bit of a moustache and goatee going on (and to be fair to him it suits him quite well) and this customer he served today called his facial hair a “womb broom” and I couldn’t stop fucking laughing for the rest of the day I had to hold my breath serving customers, my face was fucking twitching while I was telling old ladies to have a nice day because I couldn’t get fucking “womb broom” out of my head
Kiki’s Delivery Service ———————————–
Here we have and Afrocentric “Kiki”
I wanted to do a little spin on one of my favorite witches this Halloween.
My mom brought a dashiki and I got to thinking and boom pow here we are.
I wanted take pictures including the broom and cat, but mom was hoarding tye broom and the only cat I have readily available is gray and she don’t like me that well lmfao.
All makeup inspiration was taken f om youtube videos and a few African Makeup blogs I follow.
when i was really little i knew this really annoying girl who went around calling herself merlin and she made my life a living hell and one time she hit me with a broom and i should have known right then and there that would be a metaphor for the rest of my life
So I’m a smol bby witch. I’m going to have coffee with someone I used to be best friends with, we had a falling out, and recently she sent me a text and anyway, were meeting tomorrow and I’m super super SUPER nervous about it, because I really miss this girl, her family was so good to me, and if I remember right, I was the one who who started the fight?? So me, being super smart, decided that, hey, it’s a waxing moon, I have the supplies ILL DO MY FIRST ORIGINAL SPELL, AND ITLL BE “OH LORD ABOVE, LET THIS GO WELL”
THE SPELL INVOLVES BURNING PAPER
My parents are usually out by like, 930, so at 1030, I open my windows, set up my little baby alter, and get to work. GUESS WHOS STILL AWAKE
MY SOUTHERN BAPTIST CHRISTIAN MOM
SHE ALMOST SAW MY ALTER
luckily I had time to put up all my candles, so all she saw was my “lap desk” and some rosemary, which I grow, so it’s chill, and a bible on my bed.
NOW SHES SUSPICIOUS
I dunno, maybe it was a sign? God going “yo, cut that shit out.”
Or maybe it’s just that my parents do the deed every Thursday night, and I forgot to account for that?
Either way, I had to hide my shit good, I even hid my library books, because I KNOW if she gets the chance, she’s gunna go snooping through my room now.