i miss my hermione granger ):

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MISSING BOOK MOMENTS: Ron Defends Hermione
↳ Prisoner of Azkaban (page 172)

“That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger,“ said Snape coolly. "Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.”

Hermione went very red, put down her hands, and stared at the floor with her eyes full of tears. It was a mark of how much the class loathed Snape that they were all glaring at him, because every one of them had called Hermione a know-it-all at least once, and Ron, who told Hermione she was a know-it-all at least twice a week, said loudly, “You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don’t want to be told?”

mischiefpuff  asked:

I saw this earlier but was at work. Congrats on the 500, tbh you deserve it. Hmm....I'm gonna go Fremione or Theo/Blaise.

thank you!!! i’ve never written Fremione before so I decided to give it a try <3

(also, postwar Fred Lives AU!!)
(background music for this: Aerosmith’s I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing)

  • Although Fred had always been adventurous and was never afraid to try new things, he became even more so after the war ended.
  • The near death experience made him realize that life was too short and he knew he’d regret it one day if he didn’t try out as much as new and interesting and fun stuff as possible.
  • When he heard that Hermione had been planning on getting a muggle driver’s license, he insisted in properly learning the muggle way to drive, too. And after they both passed the test, he persuaded Hermione that they should go on a road trip, the muggle style.
  • Hermione had been working on an important case at the Department of Law Enforcement for a while, and agreed that maybe she could take a break and make some time for vacation.
  • Fred was in high spirits that he’d successfully convinced Hermione, and also really excited to be driving on this ‘Highway’ thing for the first time.
  • As a Quidditch player, he naturally enjoyed the speed, even when it was on the ground rather than in the air. And he could tell that Hermione, despite her constant reminder for him to be more careful, was enjoying the thrill of it, too.
  • Fred knew how Hermione would be upset if they got into an accident, so while he was driving near the speed limit and feeling the freedom of the high speed, he was also always constantly on guard.
  • They also sang along to the latest muggle music. At first, Hermione was hesitant to sing because she didn’t think she was good at it, but after Fred continued to sing in high spirits for a while, she gradually warmed up and tried a bit. 
  • (Fred felt really pleased. He was sure that even Ron and Harry had never heard Hermione sing.)
  • They both really liked Aerosmith’s album I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing and the song of same title.
  • Fred also really liked the way Hermione seemed to blush slightly when Fred sang, “I could stay lost in this moment forever. Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.
  • They weren’t together yet, but they still slept in the same bed every night because they both felt it wasn’t a big deal. It was just like she and Harry sharing a tent, or something.
  • But one night, Fred suddenly decided to sing that song of Aerosmith’s again.  He begin in the middle, “Lying close to you feeling your heart beating, and I’m wondering what you’re dreaming …
  • Hermione looked shocked for a few moments, but that didn’t deter Fred as he continued singing, while looking closely at her.
  • A few verses later, Hermione joined in, her voice slightly nervous, “I don’t want to miss one smile, I don’t want to miss one kiss, I just want to be with you …
  • And Fred slowly grinned as they continued together, “ … right here with you, just like this. I just want to hold you close, feel your heart so close to mine, and just stay here in this moment, for all the rest of time …
  • When they finally reached the end of the song, they stared at each other, and the air in the room seemed to have suddenly tensed.
  • So Fred leant forwards slightly – just slightly – and wasn’t sure if he was really surprised when Hermione also leant forwards –
  • and when their lips met, everything suddenly felt right, and Fred knew, that he would treasure this moment forever.

500 followers MMC headcanon celebration

Divination X-files Part 1
  • Pansy: Blaise, did you hear? Granger hit Draco. Poor Drakie-wakie.
  • Blaise: I did. I wonder what will happen next...
  • Professor Trelawny: *in a trance* Slytherin Prince and Gryffindor Princess, lovers of the age. Pureblood and muggleborn shall become one. All shall melt to the story of their romantic triumph. Their children will conquer nations.
  • Harry: Oh, shit.
  • Professor Trelawny: What did I miss?

I’m never sure whether I ought to be annoyed or just plain baffled when I see arguments against Romione along the lines of “it doesn’t work because Ron isn’t clever enough for Hermione”.

Quite apart from the fact that Ron is intelligent, and none of the other characters match Hermione anyway, this argument completely misses the point of Hermione’s character. It misses the point of a part of Hermione that, in my experience, is one of the most important and relatable of all.

Because one of the key things about Hermione that I love is that SHE IS MORE THAN HER INTELLIGENCE. 

I have come into contact with a lot of naturally gifted, intelligent people in the short time I’ve been on this planet. And here’s the thing: the vast majority don’t actually value intelligence that highly.

Because here’s a thing about intelligence: it might be useful, it might be incredibly valuable, but it’s also a lot to do with lucky genetics. Hard work? That’s free for anyone to pick up, if they’re willing. Natural intellect like Hermione’s? That’s a lucky gift.

And it’s because of that - not always, of course, but just in my own personal experience - that when people say things like “you’re so clever, I wish I could be like you”, people will often respond, “but intelligence makes no difference to how good a person you are!”

You can choose to embrace your kindness, or your patience, or your hard work, or your courage. But if you’re not a natural academic whizz, you can’t just be a natural academic whizz. YOU CAN BECOME GOOD AT STUFF THROUGH HARD WORK AND PATIENCE, absolutely - and if you don’t PUT IN hard work and patience, natural intelligence is worthless anyway. But, like any natural talent, like singing or sport or speaking a second language - you can’t wake up one day and suddenly find yourself scoring 112% in your Charms exam just like that.

AND THIS IS IMPORTANT. Because in my experience, being seen as just a brain, as just a lucky gift, with no one valuing you for what you yourself see as more important, can get tedious. Please understand - I’m not trying to degrade intelligence, and I understand people who value it. But - and this is the really important thing - Hermione Granger DOES NOT value it as highly as other things. 

We know this. We’ve heard it from her own mouth. 

“Books! And cleverness! There are more important things - friendship and bravery.”

We know what Hermione values. Really, we’ve known it from the moment she announces on that first train ride that she thinks Gryffindor “sounds by far the best” of all the houses.

Hermione Granger values hard work, kindness, friendship, and courage. And it’s these aspects of her own character alongside her intelligence that make her strong to me.

So I ask you to think about this, just think, and then ask yourself the question – would Hermione Granger, who is incredibly clever and works hard towards this, but also at her core just wants to be brave and strong and good - would Hermione Granger lose out on happiness in her relationship with a brave, strong, good hearted Gryffindor, just because his OWL results weren’t as good as hers?

Because I can tell you one thing. I know what I think is the answer to that question. 

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“First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, a device of my own making, in hope that - when things seem most dark - it will show him the light.”

“To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.”

“To Harry James Potter, I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.”

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make me choose | anonymous said: will herondale or harry potter?

 "I’m putting the Elder Wand back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won’t it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That’ll be the end of it. That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth. And quite honestly, I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.“

Weirdest Mourning Ever (Fred Weasley)

Request:  Could you do a one-shot where Ron accidentally drinks love potion and sees a picture of you that your boyfriend Fred forgot on his bed, so Ron “falls in love” with you and tries to kiss you and then Fred gets a little jealous and it’s really fluffy?

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Ron’s POV

I rolled my eyes as Fred brought in a Picture of Y/n. Me, Harry, Seamus, Dean, Neville, George, and Fred were currently in my dorm room, which I shared with Harry, Neville, and Dean. We have been talking about the girls we liked and Fred just had to go to his room to get a picture of his girlfriend, of five years, to “show off”. He just loved to remind us that he had a girlfriend and we don’t.

“Looky here, lads.” Fred laughed, as he showed us the picture of his girlfriend. Like we don’t see enough of her already.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Fred took his seat next to me

“What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as her?” He mumbled to himself. I smiled as I saw the look in his eyes. It’s the same look I see in Y/n’s eyes when she looks at him. The same look I see in my dad’s eyes when he’s looking at mum and the same look she has in her’s when she looks at him.

“Oi, Y/n’s really got Fred in a little trance, Doest she?” Seamus commented, making everyone laugh a bit.

“Laugh all you want. I’ve got something you all don’t.” Fred said, in all seriousness.

“What’s that” Harry asked. Everyone sat quietly, awaiting Fred’s answer. I looked at Fred and he smiled at the picture, again.

“ Love.” He said, simply. I looked at the guy’s and then we all busted into fits of laughter.

“Oh, Freddy. We’ve really lost you, now.” George laughed, patting Fred’s shoulder.

“You’ll all feel it someday if you haven’t already.” He said, gaining everyone’s attention. He looked up at us and furrowed his eyebrows. “What?” He asked. “I’m not stupid. I’ve seen the way you all look at certain girls around here.” They group sat quietly.

Fred rolled his eyes and set the picture on my bedside table. “Dean, I see the way you look at Ginny.” Dean blushed, and looked down. I felt a bang of anger in my chest, because he liked my little sister, so I gave him a glare along with George and a small one from Fred. Fred still continued on with his little speech. “I see the way Neville looks at Luna. And the way George looks at Angelina. Not to mention the way Ron looks at Hermione.” He locked eyes with Harry and flicked his eyes towards Dean. We know Harry and Ginny have had a thing for each other, but we didn’t want to cause problems between Dean and Harry. “And I bet none of you knew that Seamus likes Katie Bell.”

Seamus blushed and looked down at his hands while everyone smirked up at him. I smiled as I realized what he said about me liking Hermione. I couldn’t even bring myself to object, cause I knew he was right. Bloody hell, he’s got something against all of us.

“Nothing gets past, Freddie.” George laughed, standing up with Fred.

“You are correct, George. Now I want all of you to remember.” Fred turned to look at all of us before continuing. “I own you all.” He smirked and left the room.

“Well… it’s comforting to know that Fred could tell each and every one of our… uh… t-the girls we have romantic feelings for…” Harry stuttered.

“Wait. Who did he say you liked Harry?” Dean asked. Harry’s eyes widened.

“Cho. You must have been thinking about my sister and didn’t listen when Fred said it.” I glared. He looked at the ground as he walked to his bed.

Harry nodded at me and went to his own bed. I got into mine and I was about to turn my lamp off, when I noticed Fred left his picture on my table. I grabbed it and looked at Y/n. She really was pretty, but no one could ever compare to Hermione. I set the picture down and turned off my lamp. My eyelids grew heavy and I was soon dreaming about none other than Miss Hermione Granger.
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I was awoken by two hands shaking my shoulders.

“WHAT!” I grumbled at the idiot who woke me up from, quite possibly the greatest dream of my life.

“Ron! Come on. You’ve got a package and if you don’t wake up, we’re going to open it ourselves.” Seamus said, shaking, what I’m guessing was a box with unknown contents.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I held my hand out until I felt a box on top of it.

“Dreaming of Hermione, are we?” He smirked. Dean, Neville, and Harry walked up to my bed and chuckled at what Seamus had said.  

“No!” I protested, feeling heat rush up to my cheeks.

“Sure. It’s not like we heard you saying her name last night.” Dean smirked.

“Shut up.” I said, causing them to chuckle at my defeat. I took the lid off the gold box and it was filled with chocolates.

“Chocolates? Who sent you chocolates?” Harry asked.

I looked around the box and there was a note on the bottom.
“I’m not sure, but it says ‘meet me in the common room’ on the bottom.” I told them.

I grabbed a chocolate and motioned them to get one too.

“No Thanks, mate. I’m going down to the great hall for a real breakfast.” Dean laughed, as the others agreed.

“Suit yourself.” I mumbled. As they exited the room, I popped the chocolate in my mouth.

My eyes widened. “Bloody hell.” I muttered, looking at the candy and popping three more in my mouth. I felt so weird. I looked around and saw a small piece of paper beside my lamp. I furrowed my eyebrows and picked it up.

I gasped at what was on the paper. It was a picture… of the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She was gorgeous! I couldn’t feel anything, but love.

“I’ve got to find her.” I said, to myself. I gently placed the picture on my pillow and walked down to the common room and the sight before me, made my heart skip a beat.

“There you are, love!” I yelled, as I pushed someone out of the way.

Y/n’s POV

I was waiting in the common room with Hermione. She said she wanted to wait for Fred with me, but I knew she just wanted to wait for Ron. Lavender Brown was also waiting, a bit too eagerly if I may add. Me and Hermione were having a conversation when a familiar voice interrupted us.

“There you are, love!” Ron yelled, causing me and Hermione to jump in our seats. He pushed Lavender out of the way and ran up to me and embraced me in a tight hug.

“Uh… Ron?” I asked. Hermione was looking at me weirdly, not angry because she knew I loved Fred. She was just as confused as I was.

He gasped and held me at arms length so he could look at me without letting me go. “You know my name!” He yelled. He turned to Hermione. “She knows my name!” He yelled again.

He turned back to me and stared at me lovingly, or it was fake lovingly. He didn’t have that sparkle Fred does when he looks at me.

“Ron, what’s going on?” I asked, trying to get out of his hold.

“I love you. I love you! I love you so much!” He said, tightening his grip on me.

“NO! You’re suppose to love me!” Lavender yelled, causing everyone gaze to turn to her.

Hermione looked from Lavender to Ron. Her eyes widened in realization and glared at Lavender as she speed walked to her, pulling her wand out.

“You gave him a love potion?!” Hermione yelled, pointing her wand at Lavenders neck. Lavender looked like she could have peed her skirt, which would have me on the floor laughing if I didn’t have a Ron pushing strands of my hair behind my ear.

“I-I…” Lavender stuttered, but couldn’t get anything out.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?!” Hermione yelled. “She’s his brothers girlfriend!”

“She won’t be for long.” Ron said. “You’ll want to be with me after this.” He leaned down attempting to kiss my lips, which caused me to lean lower out of the way.

“Sorry to keep you wait-” Fred’s voice came from the stairs. We all turned to face him. He was standing on the last few steps of the stairs with George. George was looking at Ron and me with wide eyes. He must have some sort of mind-reading powers with his twin because the second Fred threw himself off the stairs, George already had his arms holding him back.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?!” Fred yelled.

“Fred calm down.” Ron said, casually. He wrapped his arm around my waist. I squirmed and tried to pull myself away from him, but the boy was stronger than he looked.

“CALM DOWN?! YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN?!” Fred yelled, getting angrier by the second. “GET YOUR BLOODY HANDS OFF OF HER!”

“Fred, please. Listen.” Hermione started.

“LISTEN TO WHAT?! LOOK AT THEM!” He returned his attention to me and Ron.

“Fred. I’m sure there is a logical explanation for this.” George said, struggling to keep Fred back.

“And there is!” I yelled. “Lavender gave him a love potion!”

Fred stopped struggling against George.

“W-what?” He asked.

I let out a sigh of relief that he was finally listening.

“He’s under the effects-” I started to explain, but was cut off by Ron’s lips on my cheek. “No! No.” I warned him like he was a little puppy.

“Ron, I swear if you don’t stop I’ll-” Fred was cut off by Hermione entering the room. When did she leave?

“I’ve got the antidote.” She announced.

Ron panicked. “No!” he yelled. “I don’t want to stop loving you, Y/n!” He leaned his head down to kiss me, but I ducked down and avoided his lips, again.

“Give it to him! Give it to him NOW!” Fred yelled, thrashing around in George’s arms.

“NO!” Ron screamed. Getting behind me, making me his human shield.

“Grab him!” Hermione yelled.

George let Fred go and Fred ran over to Ron and I. Ron let out a girlish scream and pushed me to Fred while he ran behind the couch.

I almost fell to the floor but felt Fred’s arms wrap around my waist pulling me up.

“This is why you want my little princess?!” Fred yelled. “Coward! I wouldn’t have let her go!” He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before running over to the couch. Fred was on one side of the couch while George was on the other.

“Y/n!” Hermione yelled. She ran to me and handed me a vial filled with purple liquid. I nodded to her and before I knew it, she was running towards the couch. Ron was looking from Fred to George when Hermione jumped on the couch cushions and lunged herself onto Ron.

I jumped when I heard the thud and groans of the both of them.

“Won-Won!” Lavender yelled. I rolled my eyes at her before running over to Ron. Hermione was straddling him, holding both his arms down, while Fred was holding his legs. George grabbed his head and forced his mouth open by squishing his cheeks together like a fish.

“At least, one of us is having fun eh, Hermione?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her as the twins laughed.

“I-I…” Hermione smiled and turned pink, causing all of us to laugh. We heard Lavender let out a loud frustrated sigh and stomped up to her room and we laughed even harder.

It wasn’t until Ron groaned at the pain in his mouth that we all remembered what we were doing.

“Oh, right.” I mumbled. I opened the vial and poured the liquid into Ron’s mouth. I then slapped him on the forehead so he would gulp it down. When he did, we all got off of him.

He slowly got up and looked everywhere but at us.

“Um… Ron?” I asked, slowly.

“Yea… I’m uhh… I’m alright.” He said, awkwardly.

“So you remember?” George asked, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Mhm.” He said, simply.

“Good.” Fred said, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Y/n and I shall go up to my room. We’ve already missed one class. No point in going now.” Fred began pulling me towards his room.

“By the way, Ron. Remember last night when we were talking about the girls we fancy?” Fred smirked down at my wide eyes. I turned around to see Ron with a tomato red face.

“No. Fred I-I was under a spell.” Ron stuttered, not taking his eyes off of Hermione.

“I don’t care, ickle Ronniekins. I’m doing you a favor. Hermione likes you as well. It’s obvious you two will end up together. Why not get together now?” We were already up the stairs when we heard George laughing.

“Y-You’re both as red as-” I didn’t get to hear George finish, because Fred shut the door, laughing to himself.

“Fred, you little jerk.” I laughed. I sat down on his bed and he took his shoes off. I did the same and threw my robes on a nearby table.

“He deserved it.” He mumbled, throwing his robes on his trunk. “I mean, I know he was under a spell, and I forgive him, but it made me so mad.”

“Aww. Ickle Fredikins is jealous.” I teased. I got off the bed and walked towards him.

“Of course, I am. I mean, I know you would never leave me for Ron because well… he’s Ron, but-”

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his soft lips. I pulled away and looked him in the eyes.

“I would never leave you.” I whispered. He smiled and nodded slowly. I took his hands and led him to the bed. I motioned him to sit down and when he did, I stood in front of him, in between his legs and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You are the only one I love and will ever love.” I whispered. “Don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to him and kissing my lips. I smiled into the kiss and pushed him back onto the bed until I was laying on top of him.

Weirdest morning ever.

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Hey guys! I’m so sorry on my lack on posting one shots. I have started writing a part two for ‘From Hate to Love’, but I’m having trouble getting ideas for it. If you guys could message me on the new messages thing on tumblr and give me a few ideas on what could happen, that would be great. Thanks and sorry if this is too long!

46. Afternoon

A/N: *waves* Hello everyone. First and foremost, Happy New Year! 2015 already, how time flies :) Sorry I’ve been a bit MIA on the writing lately, I’ve been busy with work and family stuff, traveling a bit too, and also, the muse wouldn’t come. But it seems that she’s back for now so I shall take advantage of it! This, I hope, should be the first part of three following drabbles. The other two are not written yet but the idea is there so it should just be a matter of time. I’ve missed these two lately. I hope I’m not too rusty and that you’ll enjoy this one and the upcoming drabbles.

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She arrived three days ago, on a perfect, bright and sunny summer afternoon, with nothing else but a little beaded bag and tears she could barely hold back.

He opened the front door as soon as he heard her Apparate.

Next thing he knew, Hermione flew her arms around his neck and buried her face in it. It took him a few seconds to recover from her body flushed against his and her lips grazing his skin before he closed his arm strongly around her.

“Your parents?” Ron whispered softly.

“Safe,” she mumbled simply against him.

His right hand instinctively went up to her hair. He barely had a moment to commit the softness of her hair to his memory before his mum barged in from the kitchen. Instantly, Hermione pulled back from his embrace, smiling weakly and brushing her tears away.

But it’s now three days later and she still seems on the verge of crying whenever he looks at her when she thinks nobody is watching. He knows there’s nothing he can do to help her. His insides twist unpleasantly when he thinks about the lengths she went through to protect her parents. Everytime he looks at her, he feels his heart surge with pride. She’s so smart.

And impatient, he is reminded as she tuts his name, asking if he’s listening to her.

Obviously, he’s not.

She doesn’t even let him speak before she proceeds to engage in a long rant on how it is important to focus since they will be leaving on a who-knows-how-long journey soon and they will need to be fully prepared.

He nods seriously and grabs the nearest book, Tricks and Charms for the prepared camper.

He frowns. “Are we going to camp?”

‘Who knows? Maybe,“ she shrugs. "I’d like to have every possibility prepared so we don’t get caught up in details.”

They read for one more hour before he decides to call it a night and kick her out of his bedroom.

Reluctantly.

As he’s about to close the door behind her, she turns and calls his name, softly. He barely heard it.

“Yes?”

She looks at him with so much affection in her eyes - and a hint of something else he can’t quite place - that he can’t ignore it.

“Thank you. For being here.” She grabs his hand and suddenly there’s a lump the size of his fist in his throat.

“S'nothing,” Ron breathes as he attempts to to control his now racing heart.

“Good night.”

She gets on her toes and drops a kiss on his cheek, he swears his knees begin to shake.

“Night.” It takes all his strength not to yell her I love you right this instant. Because really, what idiot tells a girl that he loves her after spending most of his afternoon reading next to her and a chaste goodnight kiss on his cheek.

She squeezes his hand and then she’s gone.

She Could

a little something I wrote for Romione Ship Week! (X - X)

Rated G, not beta-read

Lavender’s curls vanished quite vigorously in the doorway, Hermione thought, and she couldn’t help the little smile on her lips when she, Ron and Harry followed her into the hallway that was covered in glowing sunlight that reflected her inside all too well today. A glance to her left revealed a few remaining white flakes on Ron’s shoulder and she had to keep herself from lifting her finger tips and brushing those away as well. She wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t give herself away that easily. But she could.

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Harry Potter || As I turn the final page at last, the books I’ve grown to love so much surrounding me, I realize that while the characters that had become my best friends were fictional, the effect they have had on me is not.

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“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, bit I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard– I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough– I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?

Hermione

To Harry James Potter, I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.

To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that he will remember me when he uses it.

To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive