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I was scrolling through the comments on some post and I saw a genuine, unironic reply that said “how does race have anything to do with Harry Potter” and I’m SCreAMINg like imagine reading 7 long ass books about defeating a fascist who believes in actively killing people based on their heritage and then suggesting that the story has no correlation to racism holy shit

  • Pansy: You should stop staring at Harry; he's gonna notice.
  • Draco: Shhhh, he's biting his lip again. Oh gosh, it's so beautiful. He's so hot. I wish I were those lips.
  • Harry: *turns around and stares*
  • Draco [yelling]: Pansy WHaT thE fUCk did you just say?!?? You absolutely disgust me!!! Potter isn't some piece of meat you can just obJecTiFy, you creep!!!
  • Draco [to Harry]: I'm so sorry, Potter. She's just a terrible person. *glares at Pansy*
  • Remus Lupin is a history teacher with too many jumpers and probably unhealthy obsession over his cat. He lives in a little bubble of quietness and calmness and, most of the time, he loves it. Besides work and rare meetings with Lily and Alice he barely goes out, spending his evenings with books and Starfall (who is a big and puffy black cat). Remus’s 28th birthday is in a week, but he doesn’t expect much of it. Of course, he’s wrong. 
  • Three days before his birthday Remus sleeps in as usual, goes to work as usual, visits a bookstore as usual and helps a possibly crazy guy hide behind the shelves in that bookstore, which is rather unusual. 
  • He is just browsing through a few poetry books, trying to choose one, when he hears arguing voices downstairs. One of the voices sounds like Marlene’s, an owner of the store. After five minutes of a hushed, angry conversation Remus sees a body quickly climbing up the stairs. He witnessed a lot of weird things in that bookstore, mostly because Marlene herself is weird as hell, so he’s not really surprised. He is kinda surprised when the body throws itself onto him, whispering something. 
  • “Hide me! Oh, come on, hide me real quick!” it turns out to be. And the body turns out to be a man Remus distantly recognises, Marlene must have introduced them to each other. What was his name again? Something with stars. 
  • “What?” he finally manages to answer, watching as the man already tries to fit into the small gap between a row of shelves and a wall. “Okay, what are you doing?” 
  • The man just raises his eyebrows as if Remus is the one being ridiculous right now. 
  • “Hiding,” he says and puts a book over his head. Honestly, he looks like a crazy dwarf, yet Remus can’t help but think he’s cute. I-do-weird-shit-for-a-living-but-it’s-okay-because-I-have-a-nice-smile cute. 
  • “Well, I don’t think you’re doing great. I still can see you.” 
  • “Exactly!” the man smiles with somehow maniacal passion. “So, you’re going to stand right in front of me, like a body shield. Yes, perfect.” 
  • “Okaaay,” Remus hums, resigning himself to the madness. He doesn’t move though and the guy taps his foot against the floor impatiently. This is when Remus hears footsteps on the stairs again. He doesn’t get to choose what to do because the next moment he is literally being dragged in front of the crazy stranger. 
  • Marlene calmly appears upstairs with her arms crossed over her chest and gives the room a terrifying glare. Remus starts understanding why the man wanted to hide. He suddenly wants to hide somewhere himself. 
  • “Where is he?” she asks and Remus immediately moves to the side, revealing the hiding one. In his defence, Marlene looks murderous.
  • “Traitor!” the man whispers angrily. Remus shrugs. 
  • “Sirius,” Marlene rolls her eyes and goes back downstairs. Remus can feel that Sirius should follow her if he wants to live. But Sirius must be immortal because he stays where he is, moving only to put the book from his head on the shelf. 
  • He smiles and tries to playfully lean on the wall. It looks more awkward than attractive because he is indeed trapped between the wall and the bookshelves. Remus laughs softly. 
  • “I kinda remember you. Remus, is it?” Sirius says anyway. 
  • “Yes,” Remus answers, blushing now. He really didn’t think Sirius wouldn’t forget their short meeting. “And you must be Sirius?” 
  • That’s a stupid question and Remus regrets it as soon as the words leave his mouth, but Sirius just grins. 
  • “I am. So, what were you doing here today?” 
  • “It’s a bookstore,” Remus deadpans. 
  • “I see,” Sirius is still grinning and at this point Remus can’t decide if it’s a good sign or not. “What do you usually do in a bookstore?” 
  • “Buy books?” 
  • Remus hates that his words don’t sound half as confidently as they are supposed to. 
  • “Boring. What do you usually do when you’re not in a bookstore?” Sirius asks, tilting his head to the side and bumping into the wall. Remus snorts, both at his face and at the most ridiculous question in his life. 
  • “What do you mean?” 
  • “Never mind, I have a new question. It’s a good one. What do you usually do on Fridays?” 
  • “Work.” 
  • “And after work?” 
  • “Work some more.” 
  • “Yikes. But when you finally stop working?” 
  • “I don’t know, nothing,” Remus shrugs. 
  • “Great. I mean, not great, but great for me. Forget, that doesn’t sound right either. You’re free this Friday then?” he waits until Remus nods and continues. “Do you want to go out this Friday? I mean, with me.“ 
  • Remus stares. Blinks. Then stares some more. He can’t remember the last time someone asked him out (possibly because he can’t remember the last time he talked to someone who could be interested in him either). Finally, when Sirius starts looking nervous, Remus starts nodding frantically. 
  • “Yes! I mean… yeah. Yes.” 
  • Sirius opens his mouth, but before he can say anything there’s shouting again. 
  • “Black! If you don’t come here right now, I swear..” 
  • “I think you better go,” Remus chuckles. 
  • “Maybe,” Sirius grins cheekily and slowly starts making his way to the stairs. 
  • “By the way, what were you fighting about?” Remus answers before he can disappear. 
  • “Balloons,” Sirius says as if it explains everything and his smile is so radiant Remus believes that it does. 
  • Sirius gives him a small wave. “See you then. I think Marlene may have your number. Can I ask her to give it to me?” 
  • “Yes. Yes, you can. See you, Sirius.” 
  • Remus brings zero books home, but he’s still unapologetically excited. He remembers that Friday is his birthday and it might turn out to be the best one he’s had in years. 
  • It is. 
  • “I can’t believe you took me to an amusement park.” 
  • “Shhhh.”

Would anyone be interested if I made a poetry net? For like…. sharing ideas and poems and getting feedback and offering advice etc??? If you’d be interested can you like this or something and I might make it soon

okay but imagine harry making a group chat for his friends from hogwarts just because and draco is there too but he literally never talks because he’s all like “that’s a muggle thing phew” but really he didn’t know how to use that

AND the first time that draco actually talks in the group chat is to send a video of harry who stubbed his toe on a table and is lying on the floor curled up into a ball screaming “I DIDN’T KILL VOLDEMORT FOR THIS

and then the camera switches to draco’s bored face and with the most monotone voice ever he says “the boy who lived twice” and he’s holding a clock that shows 4:27am

the houses as studyblr aesthetics


  • being brave enough to do math in pen, leather-bound bullet journals, looseleaf papers spilling over your desk, studying with your dog curled up next to you, seven-hour breaks, keeping a candle on your desk, logging memories in your bullet journal, coffee stains on homework, annotating a rented textbook, a warm study nook made of blankets and pillows, studying to overcome


  • romanticizing self-care, refusing to take the easy way and read the sparknotes, keeping hydrated, “i have extra binder paper if you need it”, taping positivities on your wall, study picnics, volunteering, bright binders, a study space illuminated by morning light, keeping three pots of flowers on your desk, studying to contribute


  • finding doodles in secondhand textbooks, researching the origin of a word you don’t recognize, pens in mason jars, walls crowded by sticky-notes, the inspiration of a blank notebook, finding your favorite library seat available, being excited about your essay prompt, scrawling notes in the margins, being so utterly engaged in one subject you forget you have a lab due tomorrow, studying to learn


  • quotes about conquering the world and achieving goals, finding the perfect black pen, the feeling of checking off boxes on to-do lists, friendly grade competition, compiling resource masterposts, being genuinely excited to get your score back on a test, getting the perfect calligraphy line, studying to succeed