little minister


“The original novel [Dumb Witness] was dedicated to her [Agatha Christie’s] own wire-haired terrier - ‘To dear Peter,’ it read, 'most faithful of friends and dearest of companions. A dog in a thousand.’
I felt exactly the same way about the terrier in our film. He captivated me from the moment I set eyes on him. The little dog, whose real name was actually Snubby, became my dear friend. [..] My now ever-expanding fan club wrote to tell me how much they enjoyed it [the episode], so they also told me, the sales of wire-haired terriers shot up exponentially after it was shown for the first time in March 1996.”
- David Suchet, Poirot and Me


Muhammad Ali: “Turning my back on Malcolm was one of the mistakes that I regret most in my life. I wish I’d been able to tell Malcolm I was sorry, that he was right about so many things. But he was killed before I got the chance. He was a visionary ahead of us all. 

Malcolm was the first to discover the truth, that color doesn’t make you a devil. It is the heart, soul, and mind that define a person.

Malcolm was a great thinker and an even greater friend. I might never have become a Muslim if it hadn’t been for Malcolm. If I could go back and do it over again, I would never have turned my back on him.”

According to the LWA site’s Witchpedia, Madame Ural is a novelist whose magic literature won a Nobel Prize, Minister Dorlin is the Minister of the East European Republic, and Miss Marjolaine is… a rock star witch.

I guess Marjolaine must be really popular among witches if Luna Nova was like “oh yeah sick let’s invite her to our show alongside a governor and an award-winning author”

Tua: *infuriated about ruined Empire Day*

Inquisitor: Why is this tiny woman screaming at me



Inquisitor: *literally can’t even right now*


Could you possibly write an imagine were the reader is Graves’ daughter and gets severely hurt by him (cause he’s Grindelwald) and that’s when she tells Newt that is not him and he comforts her?? That would be great, thank you!!!

Warnings-Use of Cruciatus curse, one smol swear word. 

You were being dragged to one of your dads boring work meetings. 

“Dad, why do I have to come?” you ask. 

“Because I said so” he replied sharply. You roll your eyes and cross your arms. 

“Nice one dad. No wonder you’re not a lawyer” you spat. 

You dad’s eyes flared with anger. He grabbed your wrist harshly and dragged you to the meeting room. He practically threw you into the chair. You held your wrist and rubbed it. Yes, your dad was harsh sometimes but never physically rough. Soon many important wizards filled the room. Including you and your dads boss, President Picquery. You zoned out for most of the meeting, still confused about your dad’s behavior. Your dad hit your shoulder and you focused on the meeting again. 

“I will not be lectured by the man who let Gellert Grindelwald slip through his fingers” you heard Madam Picquery. You snickered at the comment, you loved how sassy she could be. 

“Madame President, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but this is critical..” You look up to see one of your good friends Tina Goldstein standing in the center of the room. Most people steered clear of you as your father was a very intimidating man but Tina was never afraid of him. Holding a brown leather case. You watched Tina and Picquery engage in conversation. You were more focused on your dad’s reactions. His stare was filled with anger but a hint of curiosity, excitement, and confusion. You expected disappointment, not excitement. Your dad always got frustrated by the young Aurors actions so why the excitement?. 

“Where is this man?” you hear Picquery ask. 

Tina places the case in her hand on the ground and knocked. You shifted in your seat, suddenly interested in what was happening. Suddenly, A man’s head pokes out of the case. He stepped fully out accompanied by another man. 

“Scamander?” the British envoy asked. 

“Oh-er-hello, Minister” the man says. 

“Theseus Scamander? The war hero?” Another person asks. 

“No, it’s his little brother” the minister replies. You studied the young scamander. His posture slightly hunched and he didn’t make eye contact. His voice was soft as he spoke. 

“And this is Jacob, he’s a no-maj that was bitten by one of Mr. Scamanders creatures” Tina rushes out. 

Your eyes widen at the word no-maj. Was this man insane? You watched as he bit his nail as he glanced at the dead no-maj. 

“This was an Obscurus” he said. Gasps rippled through the crowd. 

“You go too far Mr. Scamander. There is no obscurial in America” 

Madame Picquery says, slight anger in her voice. You studied obscurials in school, you had to admit, the marks were eerily similar to the pictures you’ve seen. 

“Madame President If I may-” you cut in. 

Your dad glares and you shut up. Madame Picquery stares at you as if you were to continue. 

“Um, nevermind” you whisper. 

You take a quick glance at Newt. His eyes are on you, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Impound that case graves” Picquery commands. 

Your dad raises his hand and Newt’s case flies to his hands. He throws it at you and you catch it softly. 

“Give that back!” Newt yells pulling out his wand and aiming it towards you and your dad. Your dad raises Newt up in the air and throws him back down harshly. 

“Dad!” you yell standing up. 

“Stay out of this Y/n” he growls. 

You take a step back and watch as Newt and Tina are helplessly dragged away. Your dad turns around and glares at you. You gulp and move back, you dad grabs your wrist and roughly drags you to his office. He throws you into his office and locks the door. 

“Dad! What the hell!” you shout. 

He just glares, he moves creepily closer to you. You looked into your fathers eyes, you looked for emotion but all you say was cold black hatred. You step back until you hit the wall. 

“D-Dad?” you ask shakily. 

This wasn’t the man who raised you. Realization washed over your face a new look of horror appeared. 

“Who. Are you and what have you done with my father?” you snarl. Your “dad” pulls out his wand and aims it at you. 

Confringo” he hissed.

You ducked your head and the books behind you exploded. You scrambled away and pulled out your wand, 

Petrificus Totalus” you yell. 

Fake-dad dodged and grabbed Newts case and held it in front of him. 

“You seem so attached to that man, willing to keep quiet for this case” he growls. 

You keep your wand still, you didn’t know that man at all but you knew he cared about his case. You carefully lowered your wand and raised your hand in defeat. Fake-dad smirked and set down the case in the table and turned away. You sighed and reached for the case when he suddenly turned around,  


You were overcome with burning pain. You fell to your knees and tears streamed from your eyes. 

“P-please” you beg silently. 

You got hit with the curse a couple more times before almost fainting from the pain and exhaustion. 

“I have an interrogation to get to” he says. 

He walks out he door leaving you on the floor, trying to stay conscious. 

“Y/n?! Y/N!” you heard someone shouting. 

You opened your eyes slowly and groaned out in pain. You looked up and saw Tina, Queenie, Newt, and Jacob. You tried sitting up but was met with excruciating pain. 

“Oh honey dont get up, Newt is your case big enough for another person?” 

Queenie asks. You knew Queenie was a  Legilimens, you became close to her when you became close to Tina. You were slipping into unconsciousness again. 

“Hey, it’s y/n right? I need you to stay awake. Please” You hear Newt ask. 

You nodded and tried your best to stay awake. Newt picked you up and tried to carefully take you down into his case. He placed you on a cot in his case and started rummaging through his potions. You propped yourself up and watched Newt work. 

“Your case is amazing” you whisper. 

Newt jumps at your voice, “You should be lying down” he says. He brings over some medicine and a potion. 

“Drink this, It will help you feel better” he says. You take the potion and then the medicine. 

“Newt, My dad, he’s not really my dad” you say. 

“Come again?” Newt asks confused. 

“Someone is impersonating my dad.” you say. 

“I’m sorry. I tried to protect your creature but he went through your case and. im just so sorry.” you sob. 

Newt sits next to you and delicately hugs you. 

“It’s okay. He would have done something worse if you hadn’t done anything” he comforts. 

“Oh Y/n, Sweetie I’m so sorry” you look up and see Queenie standing at the doorway. 

“The Cruciatus curse!” Queenie gasps. 

Newt looks at you concerned and hugs you a little tighter. 

“Queenie, w-what do you think happened to my dad, my real dad?” you whisper. 

“Honey, I’m sure he’s okay” she comforts. 

“Y/n, If I may, You are one of the strongest people I have ever met and I’ve only known you for a couple hours. But, if your dad is anything like you, I’d say he’s okay.” Newt says. 

You smile at him and throw your arms around him. Newt freezes but lets you cry on his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so physical” you apologize shrinking back. 

“It’s quite alright y/n, Would you like to see my creatures?” Newt asks in hope to get your mind off your father. 

“I would love to” you say. You stand up but almost fall back down. 

“Right, Cruciatus curse.” you say clutching your side. 

“Oh right, maybe later. But, I have one creature I can show you” Newt says. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a green stick creature. 

“This is Pickett, he’s a bowtruckle” Newt explains. 

He let you play with pickett for a bit before Pickett got tired. 

“I’m going to let you rest now and When you start to feel better than we’ll see my other creatures “ He says. Y

ou nod and nestle your head in the pillow. Newt stops at the door and turns to look at you 

“And y/n, We’ll find your father, I promise” 

I’ve been watching A bunch of Broadway stuff and I just. Really love Les miserable and I really want my school to put on Les Mis one year because you bet your ass I would try out.

A force you could scarce resist

This happy, affectionate letter dated June 17, 1904 was written by Carrie Gray Orr, a young Mississippi woman corresponding with her fiancé, Edwin Wilcox Simpson, a Presbyterian missionary in Kolhapur, India. Carrie was a teacher who had graduated from the Mississippi Synodical College in Holly Springs in 1898.

Friday Morning
June 17, 1904

Edwin, dear:

It is eight months since you received that promise for which you had waited so long, and you  have been brave and patient and very thoughtful all the time. I am glad you are what you are and that you love me. I thank you for telling me, in your last letter, that my love drew you to America with a force you could scarce resist. Ah! I am happy since I read that! I have wanted you to say just those words for so long. I have often wondered if you did not long to come home to me and now you have confessed that you do.

… I have stopped drinking coffee altogether, have not touched it since New Year. Do I not deserve a little praise for giving up my favorite drink to please you?

The 29th of June [her birthday] is nearly here and I can scarcely wait for the day to come I am so anxious to know in what way I’ll be remembered by those who love me. It is eight oclock and we all have on our dressing sacques and yonder comes Mr. Richardson. I could wring his neck for coming so early to call or spend the day. I’ll have to stop and dress, to entertain the “Little Minister” for the sake of my minister.

With much love
Your own
Carrie girl

Carrie eventually married Edwin and joined him in India, working as a teacher and missionary for 42 years. Edwin died in India in 1933 and was buried there. Carrie died in Houston in 1961 and was buried in Byhalia, Mississippi. 

(Thomas H. Smith postal collection)
Theresa May 'shed a tear' at election exit poll - BBC News
Theresa May tells the BBC it was a "complete shock" to see she was set to lose her majority.

Theresa May has revealed she shed a “little tear” when she learned the result of the election exit poll suggesting she would lose her majority.

The prime minister said her husband Philip told her the news - and it came as a “complete shock”.

“It took a few minutes for it to sink in,” she told BBC Radio 5 Live’s Emma Barnett, because “we didn’t see that result coming”.

“My husband gave me a hug,” she added, and she cried a “little tear”.

The prime minister said she did not watch the exit poll herself, as “I have a little bit of superstition about things like that”.


A stunning Maude Adams in The Little Minister (1897). Adapted for the stage by J.M. Barrie from his own novel, with Ms. Adams specifically in mind. 

The play was a smash, setting records for New York theater and making Adams a star. A few years later, Adams would again work with Barrie, becoming the first person to play Peter Pan on Broadway. 

can you even believe Andrew Minyard like he’ll have some super sentimental exchange with the boy he loves and then immediately follow it up with “I hate you” so that he doesn’t sound Too Interested™, what a little nerd

So I’m on a mission this year to re-read the HP books (like, actually read them all the way though, and not just re-read my favourite parts), which is something I haven’t done since I was a tween.

I’ve just finished PoA, and I feel legitimately angry on Snape’s behalf. He is the only person at the end of that book who has a normal and responsible reaction to the events that went down. (Which I think says a lot about why the wizarding world gets itself in such a mess a couple of years later.)

 I don’t even know where to start, so I’ll just dive right in.

1) I don’t understand why Snape doesn’t get the Order of Merlin? From the Minister’s point of view (and from Dumble’s ‘official’ pov) Snape has still saved three children from a mass murder and captured said murder. It’s hardly Snape’s fault that Black escaped.  So did he lose the Order of Merlin just because he had a hissy fit? Could Dumbledore not of had a little word with the Minister and got Snape the Order? (Dumbledore’s behaviour in general in regards to Snape seems borderline cruel.. but thats a post for another time.)

2) Yes, Snape throws a hissy fit, accusing Harry of having something to do with Black’s escape… but you know what, he’s 100% correct. Harry did have something (a lot of something) to do with it. 

Also, the fact that a murderer has just escaped for the second time should elicite some sort of panic from people. I know Dumbledore is aware at this point that Sirius isn’t a threat, but the Minister acts like this is just a very embarrassing inconvenience, not the extremely serious situation that it is. (Side note: the heckadoodle does Dumbledore make no attempt to clear Sirius’ name…ever?)

3) I know Snape gets a lot of shit for ‘outing’ Lupin. But if I were in Snape’s shoes I’d probably do the same. From his point of view, a violent killer has just escaped presumably with the help of a dangerous werewolf (And Lupin is dangerous**) who has full access to children, and the people with the power to stop that don’t seem to care. That means the only option left for him is to metaphorically stand on a table, point to Lupin, and scream “THIS GUY SHOULDN’T BE NEAR CHILDREN!”

Snape is a dick who shouldn’t be teaching, I grant you, but he does seem to legitimately care that the students are safe. And his concerns about Lupin and Sirius are not unfounded at all. (The murderer and werewolf stuff aside, Snape’s history with them is enough to justify him being extremely cautious around them.)

If I were Snape, after that series of events, I would be seething. And would have some serious trust issues with authority.   

** I love Lupin, I really do, but werewolf stuff aside he puts Harry in danger way more than people seem to acknowledge. E.g. he happily gives Harry the Marauder’s Map using the logic that because he’s not Harry’s teacher anymore it’s fine… but it’s not fine. The Marauder’s Map is cool and a wicked plot device, but it’s crazy dangerous, especially if it fell into the wrong hands. As a grown ass man, Lupin should know that that’s not a thing a 13 year old should possess. General duty of care doesn’t just evaporate just because you’re not a teacher.

Love, it is said, is blind, but love is not blind. It is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard. To see the best is to see most clearly, and it is the lover’s privilege.
—  J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister