owl invitation

George Weasley did not celebrate his twenty first birthday. When his mother had sent him an owl inviting him back to The Burrow, all she got back were the words “I can’t blow out the candles alone.” He hasn’t celebrated a birthday since then.

It took George almost two years of therapy before he had the strength to re open Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. He designed a new line of products for the reopening, Trigger Charms that would temporarily block out your senses when a trigger was detected, No Nightmare Nougat, Lethargy Lollipops, etc. Eventually Ron decided that being an auror was too stressful for him, and George offered him a job. It got easier to run once he had a brother with him.

Life slowly got easier, George’s business was booming, his family didn’t have to worry about money as much. Nieces and nephews started cropping up. George reconnected with Angelina and after a few years of dating they wound up getting married. It was harder picking a best man with Fred gone, but George managed. When Angelina gave birth his son, it was all too easy to pick a name.

One day George was sitting at the table explaining to Fred II how fainting fancies worked, Fred looked up and asked,

“Dad, when is your birthday?”

“Oh, in about a week,” George replied glancing at the calendar.

“Are you going to have a party?”

“No, a don’t really do birthday parties.”

“Aw, c’mon! You have to have a party!”

“Okay, I’ll have one, on one condition, you have to help me blow out the candles.”

A week later for the first time since George was twenty, Fred and George blew out the birthday candles together.

All Was Well (1/??)

Summary: Harry and Draco struggle with life after the war. Together, things my not be easier, but they sure are more interesting.

A/N: Okay, I lied, it’s going up today. I didn’t realize that I would be able to get done with all my schoolwork as quickly as I did, so I figured I would reward myself and you guys with an early post. I’m kind of worried that they’re ooc, but if I don’t post it now, I know I never will lmao. I really hope I did the pair justice and I sincerely hope you enjoy this first part!

Pairing: Drarry

Word Count: 3014

Warnings: Angst, nightmares, slight panic

Harry thought that, after the war, everything would go back to normal. He would be able to go back to the perfect life he had envisioned with his friends, his girlfriend and his adopted family. He would be able to become an Auror and everything would be fine.

The problem with his plan was that he didn’t plan for the fallout of the war.

He didn’t expect the sheer number of people who would swarm him any time he went out. Not the people touching him or grabbing it his hair, clothes and glasses just for the chance to touch the saviour or, even better, manage to tear off a piece of his clothing.

He wasn’t counting on the number of meetings he would called on to attend or hearings and trials he would be asked to testify at. He never imagined the sheer number of people he would see put away for war crimes. He watched as Death Eaters and snatchers alike were sentenced to Azkaban with varying times to be served.

When the time came, he testified at the Malfoy’s Hearings. It was about a week after the final battle that the owl arrived inviting him to attend the trial and, if possible, testify.

Thanks to his testimony, Draco and Narcissa Malfoy were pardoned with only mild probationary punishments set in place. Unfortunately, Lucius Malfoy was not so lucky.

Due to his place in Voldemort’s inner circle, regardless of turning his back in the end, he was sentenced to Azkaban for thirty five years.

Harry felt horrible when the verdict was reached, but felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that Draco and his mother were free. After the trial, Draco and Narcissa had approached him and thanked him quietly. Draco had refused to meet his eyes and Narcissa stood close to her son, her hand on his arm. Harry had nodded stiffly to them and watched them walk away to speak to Lucius before he was taken to Azkaban.

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an owl's gotta eat

she said she
had an owl
towel so she
invited me over
after I told her
I didn’t believe
the door unlocked
the lights off
I came to her
bedroom, she was
there, soaking wet
wrapped in a
great horned owl
so I pulled down my
pants to show her
the towel dropped
he watched as
I flew
she swallowed
then I followed
the letters from
her tongue
her lips
around the mountains
uncovered by feathered
piecing together words
into stanzas
until I annunciated the
poetry between her hips


she grabbed the towel
like she would always
need it
but she wouldn’t
call me later she requested
I laughed
I never call back
I’m sorry
but only because
I didn’t do to her
what I did to you
I didn’t want her
but it’s not like
I really wanted
you in the first



The Sword in the Stone

103 in x of animated feature film history
Release: Dec. 25th, 1963
Country: USA
Director: Wolfgang Reitherman

“The Sword in the Stone is the 18th Disney animated feature film, and it the final animated film to be released before Walt Disney’s death. The songs in the film were written and composed by the Sherman Brothers, who later wrote music for other Disney films like Mary Poppins (1964), The Jungle Book (1967), The Aristocats (1970), and Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971).

After years of warring, England can’t agree on a new ruler. A mysterious sword appears, which claims that whoever can pull the sword from its stone will become king. After no one can do it, the test is forgotten. Many years later, Arthur––a measly servant knave known as Wart––dreams of becoming a knight, but is barely certain he may act as squire to castle lord Sir Ector’s son Kay; then, the sorcerer Merlin and his grumpy, talking owl Archimedes invite themselves to the castle and move into its dilapidated north tower. Merlin, who can magically access the future, intends to give Wart a proper education. They transform themselves into animals, face dangerous situations, and battle the Mad Madam Mim. In the end, Arthur accidentally finds the forgotten sword in the stone and becomes king.

The film is based on the novel of the same name, which was first published in 1938 as a single novel. It was later republished in 1958 as the first book of T. H. White’s tetralogy The Once and Future King.

Walt Disney first obtained the film rights to The Sword in the Stone in 1939, and the initial storyboards were produced in 1949. When work on One Hundred and One Dalmatians was completed in 1960, two projects were in development, which were Chanticleer and The Sword in the Stone. The former was developed by Ken Anderson and Marc Davis who aimed to produce a feature animated film in a more contemporary setting. Both of them had visited the Disney archives, and decided to adapt the satirical tale into production upon glancing at earlier conceptions dating back to the 1940s. Anderson, Davis, Milt Kahl, and director Wolfgang Reitherman spent months preparing elaborate storyboards for Chanticleer. When the time came to approve one of the two projects, Walt replied to Anderson’s pitch with ‘Just one word—shit!’

Meanwhile, work on The Sword in the Stone were solely done by veteran story artist Bill Peet. After Disney had seen the 1960 Broadway production of Camelot, he approved the project to enter production. Peet recalled ‘how humiliated [the other team was] to accept defeat and give in to The Sword in the Stone…They never understood that I wasn’t trying to compete with them, just trying to do what I wanted to work. I was the midst of all this competition, and with Walt to please, too.’

This was the first Disney animated feature made under a single director. Previous features were directed by either three or four directors, or by a team of sequence directors under a supervising director. The man hired for the job was veteran animator Wolfgang Reitherman, who would direct all of the Disney features up until the 1980’s.

Although Disney never knew it, he himself was Bill Peet’s model for Merlin. Peet saw them both as argumentative, cantankerous, but playful and very intelligent. Peet also gave Merlin Walt’s nose. This was the second instance in which Walt unknowingly served as model for a wizard, the first being the wizard Yensid from the Sorcerer’s Apprentice in Fantasia (1940). 

For the voice of Merlin, director Wolfgang Reitherman estimated that seventy actors read for the part, but “none evidenced that note of eccentricity that we were seeking. We wanted Merlin to be eccentric but not hokey.” At the same time, Karl Swenson was initially cast for Archimedes, but the filmmakers decided to cast him instead as Merlin. Rickie Sorensen, who had voiced young Arthur, entered puberty during production, which forced the older Reitherman to cast his sons, Richard and Robert, to replace him.

The Sword in the Stone was a financial success at the box office and became the sixth highest-grossing film of 1963. However, it received mixed reviews from critics, who thought it had too much humor and a ‘thin narrative.’”



anonymous asked:

Hello, how are you? 😊 can i get an au for bokuto? The 'constantly fighting for the best seat in the coffee shop' i think it would be something Bo would totally do and akaashi (or kuroo) trying to stop him cause he's making a scene😂 female pronouns!

i only read the whole request after finishing the whole thing, i’m so sorry! so i ended up not being able to include akaashi (he gets a mention) or kuroo. but i hope you still like this one, anon!

(also, if anyone asks, yes there is a legit owl cafe in the tokyo area called Ikefukurou Cafe and it’s so punny i’m dying)

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Bokuto sighed, relaxing, in his opinion, in the fluffiest, most comfortable seat in the house. It was the prime position in the whole café to get a view of everything. He could clearly see who was going through the door, the café menu, all the people talking to each other, and of course, the owls.

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To New Beginnings: a Dramione New Year Drabble

The glitzy gold party dress was not Hermione’s usual style, but it wasn’t every day you rang in a new millennium. So she strapped shiny heeled shoes to her feet and clasped jeweled barrettes in her curls, gave herself an appraising look in the mirror, then apparated out of her flat.

Earlier that month, she had received an invitation by owl from a swanky, new hotel in London cordially inviting her to attend their grand opening the 31 of December for a New Year’s countdown soiree.

Harry and a very round Ginny were contentedly staying home while Ron was currently sailing across the Atlantic with his new girlfriend to her home in New York City, so Hermione promptly sent her RSVP. She now arrived unescorted.

She found herself in a ritzy lobby area. A few other guests popped in beside her as a set of french doors opened on their own accord. They led to a ballroom full of guests. The first thing Hermione noticed was a mirrored clock face that reached from floor to ceiling, taking up the entire wall, counting down the last remaining time of the year.

Many familiar faces appeared. Luna sat happily by the pianist, tinkering the keys of his black baby grand. Several former classmates, including Dean and Seamus, danced beneath enchanted fireworks. Kingsley Shackelbolt and Horace Slughorn chatted over h'orderves, and leaning elegantly against the bar was a dapper looking Draco Malfoy.

He wore a silver suit with tails and a black bowtie. His hair was shorter than it had been during their school days, and was parted neatly on the side. He was chatting with the barman, but his head slightly in her direction as if he had felt her gaze.

Not keen on being caught staring, Hermione turned quickly away slipped deeper into the crowd. She plucked a flute of champagne off a hovering tray just to busy her hands. It felt strange to be there alone, without Harry or Ron, not in a bad way, just in a new, unfamiliar way. Lost in thought as indulged in the bubbly drink, she did not notice her former nemesis approach.

“Good evening, Granger,“ said a voice from behind her.

Startled, she composed herself and merely looked over her shoulder to nod politely. “Draco.”

“I’m surprised you are here tonight.“

“Well, I was invited,” she replied cooly, keeping her back to him.

“Undoubtedly, since it was invitation only.”

Snarky as ever, she thought, somewhat amused. Hermione no longer loathed Draco Malfoy, nor did the rest of the wizarding world. He was just another victim of war. His parents had left the country and rumors were that he was trying to forge his own way in the world. His name was often splashed across the Prophet.

Speaking of, Rita Skeeter and her photographer companion stalked the room, no doubt writing a scathing review of what Hermione thought to be a lovely and promising establishment.

“I can’t believe they let her in,“ Hermione thought out loud.

“Well, you know what they say, all publicity is good publicity.”

Draco had come to stand beside her, holding his own champagne flute. He drained it, and Hermione watched as it refilled itself from the bottom up. Classy. No wonder she was feeling a little fluid, having not noticed she was sipping an endless drink.

Jazzy music filled the room as a band queued up on stage. Luna was now gliding around the shimmering dance floor with, was that Blaise Zabini? Hermione looked down accusingly at her champagne as if it had once again tricked her. Shrugging, she sipped some more, unsure of how she’d managed to find herself in this strange place with only Draco Malfoy as company.

“Where are your sidekicks?” he asked in what was almost a playful tone. He seemed in a jubilant mood.

Hermione, who was now eyeing the slowly revolving table of decadent desserts, a mint green sorbet in particular, almost didn’t catch his question.

“What? Oh, they are, well they’re celebrating with others tonight.” she replied, happy to find no bitterness in her voice.

Draco, who had followed her gaze, silently summoned the crystal dish of sorbet. It bobbed gracefully through the sea of dancing pairs and landed lightly in his waiting palm. He presented it to her, and Hermione felt the redness creep up her cheeks, for her craving had been so obvious. She thanked him as he took her endless champagne flute to hold and she took a bite, hoping it would cool the flush in her face.

“What do you think of this place?” Draco asked, gesturing their surroundings.

Hermione popped the expensive silver spoon from her mouth. “Actually, I quite adore it. There’s a rich, but not pretentious quality and also, it has an old fashioned grandeur while at the same time feeling modern and, well, millennial. It’s quite unique.”

“Spectacular,” he said, oddly pleased. “That’s exactly what I was going for.”

The cold lump of sorbet nearly caught in Hermione’s throat. “This.. This is your hotel?”

“Mine indeed, Granger.”

“So, you-“ Her sentence was cut short.

“Mr. Malfoy, sir, a picture please, for the Daily Prophet? We need it to accompany the article. You and your date, if we may?” The old wizard held up his camera hopefully as Hermione backed away in a panic.

“Of course,” Draco beamed, pulling Hermione back into frame. She barely composed her face before a bright flash rendered her momentarily blind. The photographer thanked and congratulated Draco before leaving.

“Have you gone mental? What was that about? That picture will be plastered all over the front page!” Hermione fretted.

Draco only gave a sly smirk. “I was very pleased you accepted my invitation tonight, Granger, as I couldn’t exactly host my own grand opening sans date, let alone ring in the new millennium solo.”

At that moment the music cut off and the band leader amplified his voice via wand to announce the one minute notice to countdown. The hands on the mirrored clock glowed electric blue, illuminating each dot as it moved by the second. Draco took Hermione’s hand replaced in it her champagne flute, which was full once again, then raised own.

“To new beginnings,” he toasted.

Draco smiled, a real genuine smile, and Hermione was surprised feel herself smiling, too.

“10, 9, 8, 7,” the crowd bellowed.

“Cheers,“ he said, as they clinked their glasses together before drinking.

“3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!”

Silver and gold balloons appeared, floating upward toward the enchanted firework ceiling. Sparkling confetti rained down upon them. Poppers popped and people cheered, and Draco leaned in and kissed Hermione’s cheek.

“Happy New Year, Granger.”


[Revision of a drabble I wrote last NYE]

Silhouette- Owl City 

“But the more I try to move on the more I feel alone…”

Fred and George Weasley Imagine - Contentment

Can you make a one shot where Y/N is in a polyamorous relationship with Fred and George? (if you’re comfortable with that) - requested by anon

Not sure how this is, but here goes…  Sorry it’s kind of short, but I didn’t really know what to write.  I don’t have much experience with poly-amorous relationships, but I hope it’s what you were looking for!  Thanks for requesting! :)

contentment   [kuh n-tent-muh nt] noun  

1. the state of being contented; satisfaction; ease of mind.

2. Archaic. the act of making contentedly satisfied.

     Today was the three month anniversary of my poly-amorous relationship with the Weasley twins.

     We were laying on the grass of the quidditch pitch together, Fred on my right and George on my left, and I couldn’t remember a time I had felt more content.

     Well, maybe I could.

     Maybe it was the time last year when Fred and George had found me crying on the Hogwarts express because I didn’t want to go home, and they had taken me into their arms and just held me.  Held me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

     Maybe it was the time the second week into this past summer when I had received their owl, inviting me to stay with them at the Burrow until school started again.

     Maybe it was the time three months ago when I told Fred that I loved George, just like I loved him, and he accepted it.  He accepted George into our relationship, and I had felt so loved.  By both of them.

     Maybe it was the time last week at dinner when the two of them had made me laugh so hard that milk came out of my nose.

     Or maybe it was the last time we kissed.

     All I knew was that I was happiest with Fred and George Weasley.

Met a girl in the parking lot, and all I did was say hello..


My Halloween invitations: let me show them to you.

Every year I plan a Halloween celebration that centers on a theme and we do something based on that theme every weekend. There is always a scavenger hunt and we always carve pumpkins. Past themes have ranged from the 7 deadly sins to the Spiritualist Movement. 

I was feeling nostalgic this year & went with a Harry Potter theme. Everyone got their own Hogwarts letter…..that was really a 14 page fold out invite I designed. 

We woke up in the middle of the night to hand deliver each one to the recipient’s doorstep– complete with owl & feathers!

Welcome to the Burrow

Originally posted by marinaflame

Requested: No.

Word count: 1,129

Pairings: Fred x Reader

Warning: None.

“Baby, are you sure you want to come? You don’t have to, you can go home with your family for the weekend. You know it was just an offer, you don’t have to be polite about it and waste your christmas at out house.”

“Fred, stop rambling, I want to come to your house. I want to meet your family. I want to waste my christmas at your house.” I say placing a hand gently on his chest. His eyebrows raise as he looks at me with a worried face before he gives a reluctant nod.

“Fred, I don’t know what you’re so worried about, but you need to stop worrying” I mumble slipping my hands into both of his and swinging them out to the side and then back in. Giving them a strong tug and placing a chaste kiss on his lips before letting go of his hands completely.

“Now lets head off before we’re late.” I say and all his does is nod, keeping strangely quiet.


“Mum? Mum are you here?” Fred calls dropping the suitcases on the floor, as he closes the door behind us, pulling my hand into his. Taking a good look around the house, it had a large amount of worn in furniture, personalised items such as photo’s scarfs and large woollen jumpers also surrounded the house.

“I know it isn’t much but its home.” He says and I just send him a big grin. “It’s perfect, Freddie.” I say giving his hand a tight squeeze before walking over to the dishes that seemed to be cleaning themselves. “Mum, is very good with her house work spells.” Fred says and I nod looking around the rest of the kitchen before locking eyes with a small, ginger haired lady.

“You must be Y / N. We’ve been wanting to meet you for months, but Freddie over here never wanted to bring you home. I’m Molly Weasley, but molly will do.” She says walking forward and pulling me into a tight bear hug. “I hope you don’t mind the mess. George set up his bed in Ronald’s room so the two of you will be sharing the room.” She says whispering something to Fred, to which he groans and picks up the suitcases ushering you up the stairs, him following close behind.

“It’s third door on the left.” He says and I follow orders stopping in front of the door, and he just gives a nervous smile as you open the door, seeing a run down double bed in the middle of the room, with dark blue drapes and a small wardrobe in the corner.

“I know it doesn’t look that appealing but the bed is really comfy and it’s always pretty warm in here.” He mumbles rubbing the back of his neck slightly before taking a seat at the end of the bed. “Fred your room is great. I mean I could make it look less boy like if you wanted.” I offered and he let out a small laugh shaking his head.

“No. I don’t think Fred would appreciate that.” He whispers and I just sigh taking the spot next to him. “Is this why you didn’t want me to come? Did you think I wouldn’t like your room?” I question and he shakes his head letting out a large sigh.

“I just… You’re so perfect and I didn’t want to disappoint you. I mean your house is so amazing and warm and pretty and mine is warn down and dirty and in the middle of a swamp.” He mumbles keeping his eyes trained on the ground.

“Fred, you are overreacting. Your house is amazing. It’s warm and cosy and has so many different personal items that mine doesn’t. My house is just that, a house, but yours… Yours is a home. I know that sounds cheesy but—“ Fred cuts me off with a tender kiss, that makes me squeak in surprise and his hands tangle in my hair. Pulling away he lets out a deep breath and a large smile. “I’m sorry, that was just something I really had to do.” He says letting out a small chuckle before getting off the bed. “Come, I think mum is calling us for dinner.”


“So, Y / N how did you and Fred meet?” Mr Weasley’s voice has a tone of teasing as he asks the question, sending a small wink towards his son.

“Well, Fred here decided he would ask me to the yule ball a few years ago, but instead of doing it like a normal person, he waited till the last day and sent me an invitation by owl.” I answer and Mr Weasley lets out a small laugh before patting my hand softly.

“Freddie has never been too good with words.” He says and Fred lets out a small groan before shoving another piece of chicken in his mouth. “Well, Y / N it’s nice to have you join the family, always room for one more Weasley. So, do you two plan on giving us any grandchildren, sometime soon.” Mr Weasley continues and Fred stands up a look of distress on his face.

“No. Nope, that’s enough for tonight, we’ll be going for a walk and then heading off the bed.” He says, his hand reaching to grab my wrist.

“Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley this really was a pleasure, but it seems Fred needs a break.” I say waving to the both of them before following Fred out the door, a cheeky grin on my face.

“Freddie, what wrong?” I coo as he continues walking. The question makes him stop and turn to face me. “They’re so god damn embarrassing sometimes. I just wanted to have a nice calm dinner with my girlfriend and parents and off they go talking about grandchildren and saying i’m not good a talking to girls. I’m just so glad they didn’t talk about marriage.” He says and my smile turns into a frown.

“What is so bad about marriage? Do you not want to marry me?” I question causing panic to crowd his feature.

“No, no I didn’t mean that. I just mum always gets so emotional when its brought up and that would have ruined every thing.” He says walking towards me and placing his hands on my shoulder.

“I would love to marry you someday. But I want to do it when we can have the perfect wedding.” He says tucking some hair behind my ears. Nodding I bring my hands up to his own pulling them down so the sit comfortably by our sides. “I heard you mum, talking about ice cream and I would really like some.” I coo and he nods wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“That can be sorted.”

A / N

This was the reversed version of “She’ll love you.” I hope you all like it. I’m sorry I’m not too good at ending stories. Request are open. (Click here to request!)