Regis Dettlaff is over there! Please go help him he is so sad and i don't know how to help!
Don’t fret. I know you worry a great deal, but I will take care of him. Trust me, he’s well looked after. Here, Dettlaff, have some hooch. A lot of people are worrying about you. They say you seem very sad.
Hm. I am not… sad. I’m simply… Pondering. Who is worrying about me?
Just people. Friends who mean well.
And can these people be trusted?
I believe they can.
Then tell them I’m alright, I’m with Regis. Wounds need time to heal, that is all.
[takes out a journal, starts sketching a portrait in the form of a woman]
Ollivander remembers making and selling every wand that does him harm while he’s in the Malfoy basement.
It’s a matter of status in the castle, who the House team players trust to keep their wands during matches. Madame Hooch, by tradition, keeps the Captain’s wand, but usually the person the players trust the most keep their wands.
James and Sirius were so close, they could use each other’s wands interchangeably, with no adverse effects on their magic.
Wixen tend to be buried with their wands. Cremation, though can’t apply to wands. They won’t burn. Urns are typically sold with a slot on the side for the wand of the deceased.
Luna’s wand, an occamy feather core, was a family heirloom, something her father’s family line had kept until it chose someone. It chose her when she was eight, the day after she learned about occamies from a moving picture book, and passed the bookshelf where the wand box was kept. It jumped off the shelf towards her.
Fred and George have wands of the same wood and the same length, with different cores. The wands look the same, but have a different feeling to them.
After the end of the war, and after using borrowed wands for a few weeks, Hermione spent a few hours in Olivander’s shop looking for a new one. It took just as long to find her a second wand as it did to find the first, but the fit was just as right.
Parvati Patil is teeny tiny, but her wand is the longest in her year.
Fenrir Greyback used to own a wand, but it snapped during a skirmish with some Order members during the first war. He realized that day that he didn’t need one.
[Image: a grid of photos of Hogwarts professors: Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lupin, Sprout, Snape, Flitwick, Hagrid, Hooch, and Trelawney. Over all of them but Snape are the words ‘Thanks for teaching us that magic is real’ Over Snape are the words ‘Not you’]
I know Steve gets in a lot of dumb fights now, but what was the stupidest fight he got into pre-serum?
we grew up mostly during the prohibition, when alcohol was illegal. i mean, it was still pretty easy to get your hands on some, because people like alcohol, but most of it tasted awful, because it was home-brewed to be as strong as possible.
anyway, stevie and i got a bit of some really terrible hooch and squirreled ourselves away to get drunk. it took steve about four drinks to be totally wasted, and it turns out steve is a pretty entertaining drunk, with crazy fast mood swings and a tendency to want to touch things, just to see how they felt. he was wandering around the apartment trying to figure out if dark colors or light colors felt better, and he wanted to see if my hair–a nice dark color, versus his light blonde–felt nice. so i let him run his hand over the top of my head, and i was teasing him because he had all the fine motor control of a baby, so he’d made a mess of my hair. i think i said something like ‘my hair’s terrible now, stevie, and now nobodys gonna respect me’ and steve went ‘NO!! you have nice hair bucky your hair is GREAT it is SO GREAT.’ which was nice of him, because my hair really was a mess.
and then he punched me.
he punched me several times.
drunk steve is not much of a brawler so he didnt do much damage before i tipped him over and sat on him. it wasnt much of a fight. but if youre looking for stupid, attacking me to defend my own hair is probably one for the history books.
sometimes i miss wee steve, because big steve thinks my hair is ridiculous. i bet if tiny drunk steve were around, hed try and fight captain america to defend my hair’s honor. now that’d be a fight worth watching
Discovered that there was apparently a ‘hug-you-OC-day’ a few days ago and felt inspired to do this, even if it’s a bit late. I wish there was a way to hug all the companions. Platonically and romantically.
[Image: a scene from Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. Madame Hooch stands outside Hogwarts castle with two lines of children with brooms on either side of her. They are all looking at Neville, who is flying on his broom a few feet up.]
Scout from To Kill a Mockingbird
Madame Hooch from Harry Potter
McGonogall from Harry Potter
The Blair Witch from The Blair Witch Project
Miss Honey from Matilda
These ladies aren’t open to interpretation. They are undoubtedly lesbians. No second thoughts about it. No other acceptable interpretations, or u r fined $20 dollars
Summary: In which you’re sure you’ll hate Park Jimin with every fiber of your being for the rest of your existence, even after he is assigned your tutor for History of Magic. Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; Harry Potter AU Word Count: 17,321 Author’s Note: This got insanely long, and I apologize but also not really. Inspired by @jeonbegins + her really dope HP Slytherin Jimin AU edit. I also had a little conversation with @minsvga about this and she helped me figured out the basic idea for what this story has become; and @chokemejimin has asked to be tagged in my HP work so here you go my dear!!!
No matter how hard you try, it seems as if you are always bested by Park Jimin in every aspect of life: from Quidditch to school to class popularity.
And you absolutely despise him for it.
Granted, it’s probably because he’s always simply excelled in everything while you could only manage the minimum requirement for things outside of the sport you’ve grown to be so passionate about—but that’s only deepened your dislike for the boy. It’s been like this since the pair of you were children, a rivalry already planted between you even before you knew what the term meant. Truthfully, it was pretty much written in the stars that you would develop some deep-rooted grudge against Jimin, for he was organized into Slytherin while you were put in the fiery red and gold of Gryffindor.
Beyond the clashing Houses that have officially formed your backgrounds, it doesn’t help that the boy has seemed to uphold a particular interest in doing whatever he could to see you fidget or watch you squirm or just catch you at your worst moments—although you humor yourself on the idea that these unfortunate incidents occur to you because of Park Jimin’s constant hovering. It’s a habit that’s grown since the first week of your admission into Hogwarts, in which your big mouth scored you your first detention with the infamous Professor Snape.
It’s a moment that marks the beginning of an unspoken battle between the pair of you—in which you would constantly attempt to prove yourself better than Park Jimin and Park Jimin doing everything he could to make sure you could never have that victory. During the first two years of school, this would mean beating you on every exam, knowing the answers to every question and teasing you for not knowing. Professors putting Jimin on a pedestal, marking him up as the ‘ideal student’ and unknowingly intensifying the dagger of hatred you wished to plunge deeper and deeper into his chest.
When you are twelve, you are told that there is certainly no way for you to truly despise of something (or someone)—for you are young and naive and not entirely capable to understand what it means to hate something with every fiber of your being.
request:Can you do an imagine where the reader is the slytherin keeper in George’s year and they’ve been friendly but when dracos taunting him n Harry after the quidditch match (lion and the serpent chapter in OOTP) she tries to get Draco to stop but it doesn’t happen. Omg I’m imagining George beating up Malfoy n having that busted lip afterwards fckin hot 😩👌🏻 n afterwards george confronts her about it… romance ensues… and making out or something lol THANKS!! Ik this was mad specific lmao my b
a/n: lmao so it’s more like she confronts him about it but that’s all that’s different
Another week, another Quidditch game. You were dressed in your green and silver Quidditch robes, trying to block out Malfoy’s voice while stretching. He was telling the story of how he came up with the lyrics for “Weasley Is Our King” and how the whole of Slytherin was going to sing it.
You were a keeper and thankfully didn’t have to deal with hearing Malfoy’s insults to Potter on the field.
Finally, the time for the game to begin arrived, and the game started off nicely, well, for your team at least. Ron had let in four goals, putting you at 40 points. Gryffindor scored one, leaving it to 40-10.
The Slytherin team was still screaming their song, and the seekers were still looking for the Snitch. Harry made a jolting move, and Crabbe, one of your beaters, must have noticed, as he sent the Bludger heading towards him, to eventually hit him.
Gryffindor had won, though, and this wasn’t taken lightly by Malfoy. Without hesitation, he started saying every taunting insult he could think of: making fun of Ron, the Weasleys, Potter. You couldn’t stand Malfoy already, and this was getting on your nerves.
“-I suppose when you’ve been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasley’s hovel smells okay-”
“-or perhaps it reminds you of what your mother’s house smelled like-”
“MALFOY-” you started to yell, but he stopped talking. Not because of you, but because Harry and George were beginning to punch him ceaselessly.
Madam Hooch noticed this fight and stopped it immediately. You groaned and put your face in your hands. Harry and George were sent to McGonagall’s office, and you couldn’t bear to think of what would happen to them.
You didn’t even bother to get out of your Quidditch robes and made your way to McGonagall’s office to see if they were still in there, arriving just in time as they were heading out. Their faces looked heartbroken, and you couldn’t help but feel bad.
You called out George’s name and caught his attention. Their sad faces turned bitter in mere seconds at the sight of your Slytherin crest and colors. Harry turned his back to you immediately after seeing you, but George just lingered there.
Harry went along on his path to the common room, leaving you and George alone. “George-” you started, only to be interrupted. You feared he would say something along the lines of “Why didn’t you stop him?” or “I can’t believe you,” but instead he said, “I know you’re not like them.”
You couldn’t believe it. You got so much hate from people in other houses because they thought you were just like Pansy or Malfoy, and George, out of all people, actually understood. “What?” you asked. “You’re not like them, all those Slytherins. I saw you try and stop Malfoy, and I get that it was too late to do anything,” he explained.
You were silent for a good ten seconds. “So-so you don’t hate me?” you asked. “Why would I hate you, if anything I fancy you,” he said with a grin, but immediately changed his facial expression to look as if he regretted saying that. “You…like me?” you asked, feeling your face get hot. “I-I mean it’s nothing, really, I get it if you like people in your own house and stuff,” he said, getting a red tint on his cheeks.
You laughed. “Me? Like people in my own house? Are you mental?” you crossed your arms. “I guess I am. I mean, I’m mad for you,” he winked. You both chuckled.
You scanned his face. The effects of the fight were obvious; his lip was swollen and bruised, and so were his knuckles. “Lookin’ at my lip, yeah? Makes me look pretty tough,” he smirked. “Yeah, yeah,” you responded.
He leaned in and met his lips with yours. You thoughtlessly put your arms around his neck, only to realize how sweaty he was. You could even smell the sweat, his and yours, but you were more focused on the kiss than anything.
The kiss is intense and passionate, your grip on his shoulders and his on your waist. George pulled away to take a breath, but also to allow himself to say, “So I guess you like me back?” winking. “I guess,” you teased.