hey fun fact the only time ive ever seen a shiny pokemon in the flesh in my video game is when professor juniper sent out a pink minccino in that intro ‘welcome to the world of pokémon!!! this is a pokémon!!!’ thing and let me tell you i was not happy


What are you going to miss the most about Draco?

Tom Felton: He’s a sweetheart. Everyone’s like, “Oh, he’s horrible,” but I feel really sorry for him. Harry has it easy. He has all these great influences saying, “Do this, do that, be the hero,” and Draco doesn’t even have that option. It’s, “Go and be evil or Voldemort is going to kill you,” which is pretty horrific really. But as much as he is a sweetheart, Draco’s delightfully horrible most of the times and I’ve had a lot of joy in doing that.


But they were not living, thought Harry. They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.
Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something o give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parents’ grave.


Originally posted by hardyness

Character: Newt Scamander

Prompt: (Specific Request)

A/n: Wow this one’s really late, but I’m determined to complete my goal. Plus I really like writing these ones because it doesn’t feel Christmasy here yet and this helps get me in the spirit of things.

Ever since the holiday season had started, Newt made it his personal mission to find some way to get you under a mistletoe.

Well, more like Jacob and Queenie had made it their personal mission to get the two of you under the mistle.

The couple had given him a full twenty minute lecture on the importance of it, and to be fair to them they had spent the last few months trying to get the both of you together, something Newt became fully aware of.

You, however, were still pretty oblivious to the whole ordeal, not that they blamed you. Working as a full time healer was a demanding job that took all of your time and attention.

This was often why Queenie had difficulty reading your mind. If she could manage to break through your mental wall, a jumble of medical terms she couldn’t even begin to understand and several patient names came flying into her head and she often had to sit down to catch a break.

“Poor girl.” Queenie said, holding onto her head to ease the headache she was getting after trying to read you again. “If I had that much goin’ on in my head that often, I’d probably go crazy.”

Newt stared longingly after the door you had just stormed out of whenever you had received another page about some wizards in an apparition accident. “It’s like we hardly see her these days.”

“Well she’s very good at what she does, many wizards request for her by name.” Tina said, looking up from the cocoa she was drinking minutes prior. “Though I can tell she looks much more tired lately.”

“Good thing she’s on holiday soon, she could use it.” Jacob commented from the kitchen where he was currently baking snickerdoodles for the whole crew. “She said I wasn’t allowed to make anything for the party without her.”

Newt smiled, glancing over at Niffler who was currently eyeing the shiny bulb ornaments they were putting up later. “I’m watching you.” He warned, chuckling whenever it scurried back into his case.

“Speakin’ of decorations.” Queenie announced, jumping up from her seat and taking a decorative green plant from a paper bag. “I went out and bought a mistletoe!”

Newt choked a bit on his cocoa whenever he heard the name. “Sorry?” He asked, taking a napkin from Tina and wiping this face.

“Oh don’t acted so surprised.” Queenie teased, brushing the plant across his face. “We talked about this, remember?”

“I do, it was a very indepth speech.” He said, rubbing his nose. “I just wasn’t aware we were being serious.”

“Well of course, we was!” Queenie said, using her wand to hang it up above the doorway leading into the kitchen.

Newt shook his head. “How could I possibly even go through with this? I choke trying to ask her to hand me the salt at dinner, and you expect me to ask to kiss her.”

“No, that is definitely not what we’re saying.” Jacob interjected, throwing a tea towel over his shoulder as he sat down next to Queenie. “We’ll help you out.”

“How do you plan to do that?” Newt asked.

“Simple stuff, like having you stand under it during the party and we try to send her in your direction.” Tina suggested with a smile.

“Just leave it us.” Queenie assured.

The next time all of you managed to be in one room was at the Christmas party the sisters arranged every year at their place. It was also one of the few times you could stop and relax longer than an hour before running of to hospital.

Newt was directed to stand under the mistletoe for as long as could manage after Tina gave him a signal. This didn’t draw any suspicion from you though, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Newt to stay off to the side.

Queenie gave Credence a gift with a smile before winking over at Newt. “(Y/n)? Could you be a doll and fetch the cocoa from the kitchen?”

You turned from admiring Jacob’s decorated cookies to nod at her. “Of course.”

Newt’s shoulders tensed in anxiety as you walked towards him, except all you did was offer him a quick smile before rushing passed him and into the kitchen.

He looked dejectedly at Queenie, who shook her head and encouraged him to stay put, hoping you might notice the second time around.

To no avail though, you walked right passed him again, the only difference being you were now carrying a tray with hot chocolate in festive mugs as Newt watched you walked by with a sad expression.

Queenie and Jacob huffed simultaneously as Tina gave Newt a sorry expression.

Newt sighed, looking down at his shoes before he felt something press against his cheek.

Looking over he saw you placing a kiss on his cheek. “I saw you, but I was holding several mugs of hot liquid and there was no way that would end well.” You said offering him a smile.

Newt smiled brightly as his eyes lit up. “It’s quite alright, but you missed.”

He only saw your confused expression for a second before he quickly placed his lips on yours before he lost his nerve. It was quick though, like the ones you might see a couple exchange before heading to work.

“Queenie and Jacob gave me a very long talking to earlier this week about the importance of mistletoe and what’s supposed to happen.” Newt said into your ear, and the both of you looked over to see the two positively beaming.

“Fair enough.” You told him, tapping his nose before helping Tina pass out the rest of the gifts, leaving behind a very happy Newt.