“We should get a move on, you know… ask someone. He’s right. We don’t want to end up with a pair of trolls.” Hermione let out a sputter of indignation. “A pair of… what, excuse me?” “Well - you know,” said Ron, shrugging. “I’d rather go alone than with - with Eloise Midgen, say.” “Her acne’s loads better lately - and she’s really nice!” “Her nose is off-center,” said Ron. “Oh I see,” Hermione said, bristling. “So basically, you’re going to take the best-looking girl who’ll have you, even if she’s completely horrible?” “Er - yeah, that sounds about right,” said Ron. “I’m going to bed,” Hermione snapped, and she swept off toward the girls’ staircase without another word. Chapter 22, U.S. 394
“No story lives unless someone wants to listen. The stories we love best do live in us forever. So whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”
January 29, 2010. Two souls reunited. In another life. In another century. At last.
And it is always eighteen ninety-five.
Remember that horrible headcanon and that horrible edit? I do. And this happened. No idea why. Because I am a slut for Soulmate AUs? I love them? Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are soulmates? Idk, watch it and reblog/like/review/put something in the tags if you want to, we live in a free world, do whatever strikes your fancy.