expecto patronum

So back when we first started dating, husband gave me the nickname “Bunny”. It stuck over the years to such a point where other people started calling me Bunny, though never with as much feeling. It ranges from amused indulgence (which is the only way to live with me) to straight up filthy ardent devotion that should be impossible to convey in just two syllables, and yet he’s been doing it for over a decade.

Anyway, I’ve been badgering him all night to take the Patronus test on Pottermore and he’s doing the options like a grumpy old man like “oh no think of a happy thought, I don’t have any” and “oh look how spooky, blood and bone, such darkness, such drama” and then it gets to the bit where your patronus is waiting to be generated and he’s like “all right lets see what shit this throws at me” and

[caption: an image of a bunny rabbit hopping over the screen with the words, ‘your patronus is a wild rabbit’.]

“AHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAA IT’S ME, I’M YOUR PATRONUS THIS IS THE BEST CLICHE EVER NO ONE WILL BELIEVE THIS AHAHAHAHA

A patronus, Harry tells Hermione, is acing a test and the warmth of a butterbeer between your hands. It is your friends holding you when you fall, and Ron’s sparkling eyes when you whisper hi. And there’s an otter, swimming, and Hermione is blushing.

A patronus, Harry tells Ron, is Ginny’s shaky smile lighting up the world at the end of second year. It is winning the Quidditch World Cup, unwrapping yet another knitted jumper, and your startled surprise at the sight of Hermione punching Draco in the face. And there’s a dog, chasing the otter, and Ron is laughing.

A patronus, Harry tells Luna, is the feeling of starlight on your skin and grass between your bare toes. It is snow melting through your fingers, the magic your mother used to make, something singing in your heart when you stare at the impossible. And there’s a hare, jumping, and Luna is shining.

A patronus, Harry tells Cho, is Marietta shouting the lyrics of her favourite song, dancing in the rain during a storm. It is the look on Cedric’s face when he saw you at the Yule Ball, his hand holding yours and never letting go. And there’s a swan, sliding, and Cho is crying.

A patronus, Harry tells Seamus, is Dean’s funny expression when he is about to burst into laughter and the sound of a explosion that turns out right. It is the fireworks, bright flowers blossoming in the night sky; and the fire burning in your lungs as you fly. And there’s a fox, running, and Seamus is smirking.

A patronus, Harry tells Ginny, is the world expanding underneath you and the wind playing with your hair. It is dancing and laughing until there are tears on your cheeks, Molly’s disapproving voice and Arthur’s amused eyes after one of the twins’ pranks. And there’s a horse, flying, and Ginny is grinning.

A patronus, Harry thinks, is that weird feeling that lives in his chest when the Room of Requirement glows silver, speaking of times when the world was golden.

👻 🍫‘Expecto Patronum’ 🍫 👻

inspired by jk rowling’s “ patronus “, a spell to summon your patronus (not a spirit animal) to help you in times of need and despair

👻 gather: a wand (if you so choose) a stuffed animal, an object representative of a happy memory (as many as you want), chocolate

🍫 meditate on the happy memory

👻 guide the memory with the wand into the animal.

🍫 seal it there

👻 cuddle the stuffed animal

🍫 eat the chocolate

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if you ever need a reminder how much Astro loves Aroha, just watch them serenade Arohas in six different languages 

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Just one of those things that I always wondered about. Stags and otters are all very well, but what if you end up with a tiny chameleon or giant blue whale? I mean, it could be a giant tub of nutella…

Anyway, so glad I got around to doing this pic -drawing the less attractive animals was awesome.

Popped it up on Redbubble because they have tote bags and cushions now which is just wow - can grab it also on cards or posters - check it out here!

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::SCREAMING::

LOOK EVERYONE SHE DID IT
AND ITS GORGEOUS

For those who don’t know, she reached out to Queen Rowling to personally write expecto patronum for her so she could put it over her scars, so when she is sad she will be deterred from harming herself again
This is the most beautify story
Jo Rowling is a blessing in these dark times, and I hope for the best for the girl who got the tattoo

NO BUT HEAR ME OUT

HUFFLEPUFFS WITH BEE PATRONUSES

I mean, it totally fits right? very small but powerful as hell, harmless until you give them a reason not to be, perfectly capable of inflicting great pain if you bother them. They will literally fight with their lives if you threaten them. Great teamwork, organized, good with nature and food, oh also, have you forgotten?

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. It’s wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway, because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible.

Also YOU GUYS THEY’RE BLACK AND YELLOW I MEAN COME ON

HUFFLEPUFFS WITH BEE PATRONUSES