•Loves the community
•But is very shy about it
•Prefers small lgbt+ support groups to Pride
•Because he gets overwhelmed easily in situations that have to do with Pride
•Writes lots of stories about homosexuality
•Enchants his ink to be rainbow during Pride week
•Has a pen pal who he talks to a lot about lgbt+ topics
•Bisexual, leans towards guys
•The marauders realized this the same time they discovered he was a werewolf
•Because he is very bad at hiding things
•They didn’t tell him about this because they didn’t want to embarrass or out him
and they didn’t know for sure
•A few months after they found out they were all a bit weird around him, but eventually they came to terms with it
•He came out to them in fifth year after a Ravenclaw boy asked him out
•They were totally accepting
Members of Lebanon’s LGBTQ community attend a picnic in the coastal city of Batroun, north of Beirut, on May 21, 2017, as part of the Beirut Pride week aimed at raising awareness about the rights of the community. Ibrahim Chalhoub/AFP
Three years ago at pride toronto, I wanted to cross the street.
This may seem like an easy task, but with the pride parade they wall off every intersection with 4 ft. concrete for literally kilometers and you can’t cross. The police guard every stretch of the parade to prevent any attacks or whatever, so if you jump the wall there’s a chance they’ll arrest you.
But!! my friends were on the other side of the parade and they went “come on! There’s a break in the parade! jump over!”
so I jump over the concrete barrier
And everyone’s yelling and people and laughing and the police officers down at the next corner are starting to jog toward me. I’m freakin out. I’m too young to go to jail. So I’m booking it across the road before the cops catch me
At the same time the next section of the parade is walking by, and it’s just a bunch of people in red shirts led by this one dude waving in a purple dress shirt. I say, fuck it, it’s them or me, and I BARREL past them. like, I knock this guy OVER
He’s stumbling, trying to gain balance, I just yell SORRY over my shoulder and keep running. I jump the other concrete barrier. I’m with the friends. Not arrested. All’s good. I’ve made it. I’m alive. I turn around to make sure the other guy’s okay too….
And that’s the story of the time I hip-checked prime minister Justin Trudeau.