she only has her grandson now

anonymous asked:

Prompt: John finds out Sherlock is related to the royal family when they’re invited to tea. He may also be having a slight freak out, he’s not sure if it’s the thought of Sherlock being related to royalty or the Queen thinking they’re a couple that’s causing him the most trouble.

John got out of bed and made his way into the kitchen to make tea, seeing Sherlock already typing away on his laptop.
“Morning.”
“You’re finally awake.” John frowned and peered at the clock on the kitchen wall.
“It’s seven…”
“I’ve been awake for hours already as you slept the day away.” John rolled his eyes and ignored Sherlock’s comments. He made Sherlock a cup without asking, placing it on the desk beside him and settling into his chair.
“Have you got a case then?”
“I did. Took twelve and a half minutes to solve. The criminal class has become dreadfully dull.” Sherlocks phone chimed with a text and he picked it up, groaning as he read the text.
“Mycroft?”
“Seems we’re invited to tea at noon.”

***
John got up to dress but Sherlock stopped him. “If you must wear a jumper, wear a nice one.”
“Why? I thought it was just tea.”
“It is.” John just rolled his eyes and did as Sherlock asked, no doubt Mycroft had something about his clothes.
When John was dressed he gathered his coat and took a look at Sherlock’s clothes. Granted, he always dressed to the nines but he looked far more…posh than usual. John had suspicions, especially as they left the flat and were greeted by a black car, only to find no Mycroft inside. They were off and Sherlock was lost in his phone as usual and John watched as they headed in a complete different direction than usual.
They drove on for some time and John frowned as they began to approach Buckingham Palace.
“Urm…Sherlock? Are we going to Buckingham Palace?”
“Obviously.” John nodded and looked back out at the approaching palace and then back at Sherlock.
“Why?”
“Tea.”
“I’m sorry…we’re having tea…here?”
“Again, John. Obvious.”
“I don’t understand.” He was completely baffled. They arrived and their doors were opened, Sherlock waiting for John to join him and then strolling in as if he owned the place. John stared in shock and hesitantly followed after him. No one stopped them, John expected the guards to chase after them.
“Sherlock!” He grabbed on to his sleeve to slow him down. “Tell me why we’re in Buckingham bloody Palace and why no one’s stopping us!”
“Do calm down Doctor Watson.” Mycroft’s drawl sounded behind him. John turned to face Mycroft.
“Are you going to tell me why we’re here?” Mycroft made a disapproving albite amused face at his brother.
“I gather my brother hasn’t told you.”
“Told me what?”
“Sherlock, that was not very considerate. You know how…civilians react to such situations.”
“He would get hysterical, I didn’t want to deal with that for hours.” Sherlock replied.
“Stop talking about me as if I’m not here! Tell me what’s going on!”
Sherlock sighed and pulled off his coat. “We’re having tea with our…I suppose you could say she is our grandmother.” Mycroft nodded in agreement. Sherlock helped John out of his jacket and hung them up outside the door, John was too baffled to comprehend what was happening but he had a nervous feeling.
“Come along then.” Mycroft headed into the doors had come out of and John stopped dead in his tracks. Her Majesty The Queen sat there, looking expectantly at the doors, smiling as she saw Sherlock. To John’s complete horror, Sherlock went over to her and hugged her, even kissing her cheek. John couldn’t move, he felt paralised.
“John. Stop staring and come here.” Sherlock rolled his eyes and took a seat. John hesitantly came over and bowed before the Queen.
“Your Majesty…it’s an honour. Truly.” Sherlock and Mycroft couldn’t hold in their laughs but they were quickly silenced by one look from her.
“There is no need. You must be Doctor Watson. Sherlock has told me about you.” John shakily found the seat next to Sherlock, flushing and looking over at him.
“Has he…” She just smiled, which made John’s stomach flutter and then tea was served. Sherlock and Mycroft were relaxed-themsleves. John on the other hand had a hard time keeping his hands still. The three of them fell into conversation as John just sat there, having a hard time processing everything. Mycroft excused himself at one point to answer a call so The Queen (No…Sherlock’s grandmother?) turned towards Sherlock and John.
“So. When’s the wedding?” John’s eyes widened and Sherlock just huffed.
“John, has very adamantly stated that he is, ‘not gay.’ ” Sherlock waved off her comment.
She gave John a look and then back at Sherlock, “I see.” She turned to John, “John-may I call you John?” He nodded numbly, “Do you find my grandson appealing?”
John couldn’t believe his ears, “I-I’m sorry?”
“You two would make a gorgeous couple.”
Sherlock just chuckled to himself, drinking his tea. “I-I don’t…” John could hardly formulate words. First, he finds Sherlock is bloody royalty and now the Queen was asking him out for Sherlock? He could only imagine that he was dreaming.
“Please, Doctor. I am not blind. Perhaps the both of you are, hm? I see the way you two look at one another when you think the other is not looking.” Both boys started to get uncomfortable then. Sherlock sat his tea down.
“Nanna…”
“Hush, boy. I will not sit here any longer and see you sacrifice companionship for crime. Doctor Watson, would you find tomorrow at 7pm, a suitable time to have dinner with my grandson?”
“I…I um…” He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, “Y-Yes…”
“Very good. Sherlock, dear, come and join your brother and I in a few moments. You two need to talk I presume.” She gave a mischievous grin and left the room.
“Yes John,” Sherlock cut in before he could speak once they were alone, “I am technically royalty-dull-and why did I not tell you? Clearly your response to this is telling enough. And yes, I do wish to go to dinner with you.”
John looked over at Sherlock and suddenly started grinning, barely able to hold in his laugh. “You never fail to surprise me, Sherlock. And, yeah. I’d like dinner too.”
“Good.” Sherlock couldn’t hide the genuine happiness he felt and he got up. “Come on then. I believe our matchmaker wishes to have lunch.”
“Christ. No one’s going to believe I’m having lunch with the bloody Queen.” He followed Sherlock out the doors, “Wait…does that mean you’re a prince? Are you a fucking prince Sherlock?!” John was getting hysterical and Sherlock could only laugh as they walked through the palace to lunch.

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Avengers: The Children’s Crusade (2012) #2 (of 9)

“Because when Wanda cast her final spell, she was trying to restore life— not destroy it. And now I want to do the same for her. If you and Thomas are my grandsons, you’re the only connection I still have to my daughter. Which makes you the key to finding her. Will you help me?”

I can’t help but laugh here at how Tommy once again is just being pulled along on a family road trip for a family he hasn’t been completely convinced he has yet. 

I think Erik’s big speech here is actually brutally honest for him, especially in that he’s making it clear without any facade that his main investment in Billy and Tommy right now is their connection to Wanda and the ability to find her again. Usually he would make it a point to try to win the boys over with affection and understanding before revealing such naked motivations. 

And I love how much more wary Teddy is here getting between Magneto and his boyfriend than he was with Captain America. It shows that even when he was angry and certain that he might have to fight his way out of a conflict, he was still aware that Captain America wasn’t going to kill him in a single punch or anything. Magneto, of course, is a whole other story. 

Well, shit.

I’m flying hom from seeing mom. Just tried to post about her and Tumblr lost the post. Here are the bullets:

* She’s seriously declining.

* Has no concept of time

* Doesn’t remember her only grandson.

* She’s easily overwhelmed if you take her outside her comfort zone

* Mom has become incredibly emotional.

* Now likes to wear make-up, but doesn’t apply it all over. Last night, she forgot the mascara and eye shadow on her left eye.

* She knows she has Alzheimer’s but it doesn’t bother her as people don’t ask her things she doesn’t remember. They do.

* We were going thru old pictures last night. She didn’t recognize my dad.

* After the gut punch of not recognizing my dad, we talked for a bit. She became emotional and asked me if she’d been a good momma. I told her she was a great mom! She started crying and told me that she hoped I’d remember her and she didn’t want to forget me.

* Fuck. That’s the second time I’ve typed that and it’s the second time I’ve teared up.

* I am ready to see Janet. I need a hug.

KS 26 thoughts

What the actual fuck I expected something bad is going to happen this chapter but for it to happen like this? Can people in this story (except Seungbae maybe) be any less horrible to each other?

First of all, I never expected grandma’s reaction to be so extreme. My first reaction was ‘holy shit did she just help the uncle set up the rape?!’, but after re-reading I don’t think she is aware of the rape. She, however, is aware of the beating. Bum carrying a knife around & cutting his wrist probably shook her and further cemented the ‘problem child’ status he has in her opinion. Despite what she tried to do last chapter to create a middle ground, Bum seemed to go against that suddenly and was expressing a grudge that could go very violent. This scared her. 

But instead of trying to talk him out of it again, gramps went the absolutely wrong direction. She now believes Bum has become more of a threat than the uncle, what with the potential crazy murderer impression he accidentally created. And so after that afternoon, she and the uncle probably discussed how to keep Bum and these ‘new tendencies’ under control, grandma thinking her grandson has snapped and will kill them all, while only Bum’s uncle knew exactly why Bum’s acting like that. They probably agreed with a ‘proper beating’ to ‘educate’ him, the idea being pushed by uncle who at this point can manipulate gramps easy. So granny went on and pretend to be real good to Bum knowing what’s going to happen, but she doesn’t know of the rape.

I’d say granma’s desire to keep things in the household under control and everyone alive together really blinded her to what Bum is really suffering. I for once really hoped that she could be a little light to Bum’s miserable existence with her small kind acts here and there, but given how such events pushed her away from him, and how much she lets herself be controlled by the uncle, that maybe harder than we think.

Regarding Sangwoo’s reaction, I’m not at all surprised. He’s never the kind to just scoop Bum up and comfort him and make promises. To him Bum is a pathetic little creature who deserves everything that happened to him just because he didn’t fight back (like Sangwoo did with his dad & mom). What made me surprised was how far gone Bum is regarding his dependency on Sangwoo. Now I think Bum does have Stockholm Syndrome, and really views Sangwoo as the better alternative to his previous life; that doubt in chapter 8 is gone. We once speculated that Bum might resort to suicide at some point, but to get away from Sangwoo, not to stay with him. 

This was a horrible chapter to read, but at least we now know how broken Bum really is.

YOI Anastasia AU

OK! So, I’m not going to write a full length story for this because, not only has it been done, it has been done well…REALLY WELL. (check out “The Tsesarevich lives!” by mtothedestiel if you want to see an amazing example) But, if I were to, this is how I would cast an Anastasia AU with YOI characters.

Yuri Plisetsky (as Anya/Anastasia)

The amnesiac heir to the usurped Russian royal family. An engraved necklace reading “together in Paris” and two conmen are the only clues he has to his past. He’s not taking it very well. To his great luck, at least one of them seems tolerable…maybe more than tolerable.

Victor Nikiforov (as Vladimir)

One of the conmen accompanying Yuri on his quest for identity. He’s a Russian noble who found himself separated from the Dowager Empress’ court after his family was overthrown like so many others. He’s coaching Yuri on how to pass for royalty, hoping it will be his ticket back to his place in court. Or rather, back to his place at the side of the Empress’ right hand man.

Otabek Altin (as Dmitri)

Born in Kazakhstan, his family moved to Russia to find work as servants for themselves and their family. Otabek’s parents were killed when the palace was sieged leaving him to scrape a living off the streets. First he was a beggar, then pick pocket, finally a con man. He finds himself caught up in Victor’s plan to pass an amnesiac orphan off as the lost heir to Russia’s forgotten throne. But there’s something different about this boy. Maybe even familiar.

Yuuri Katsuki (Sophie)

The most trusted friend and companion to the Empress. Yuuri was a noble-born teenager in her company when the siege of the Palace struck. He escaped with Her Majesty to Paris and remains her most loyal supporter to this day. Something seems to be stirring back in Russia, though. Rumors that the Prince lives have crossed Europe and reached the grieving grandmother’s ear. Not to mention his long lost lover, Victor Nikiforov, has resurfaced after years of silence claiming he has the solution for all their problems.

Lilia Baranovskaya (Marie/The Dowager Empress)

Years of coming to terms with the death of her family have left her solemn with grief. Now, as Yuuri brings her the news that her beloved grandson may yet live hope has been brought back into her life. Still, she remains guarded. If she knows anything it is that life can be cruel. She can only pray the remainder of her will is not stripped away.

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Warning(s): there is swearing in the first line. That’s as bad as it gets (I think).

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So for all us non-Asians, my friend Weijian just explained to me that the seven weeks after someone dies in East Asian cultures, they believe the spirit has not yet disappeared. And on the 49th day, the spirit of the dead person returns to the family and looks at the family members. That’s why traditionally on that day, you stay home for the spirit to be able to see you. 

And then Weijian added that even though Taehyung was promoting, she is sure his grandma’s spirit came to the stage to see her beloved grandson perform even if he wasn’t at home, and only after she saw him, her spirit left. 

And I don’t know about you but I’m crying again now, it’s so sad but so beautiful. 

Now two things that all those Dany x Jon seem to forget:


  • Dany is barren!!!! So, if she marries her dear old nephew who is the only other character, that we know of, who has Targaryen blood. She will be putting an end to her own house. What’s the point of all this war and conquering if she has no heir???
  • Tyrion said that she needs to keep herself open for marriage to form political alliances. Tell me, what sort of political alliance combines the same house? She doesn’t even get the North because once the people find out who Jon really is I highly doubt they would still follow him. He is the son of the man who kidnapped their lady lyanna, the grandson of the mad king who brunt their lords Rickard and Brandon alive. The only reason they follow him now is because he is Ned’s “son”.

Now if Jon marries Sansa however, Dany will get lots of heirs and the support of not only the north but the riverlands and the vale as well. Fear not my fellow jonsa shippers WE ARE STILL IN THIS. 

wierdthingseverywhere  asked:

Write more about James and Ginny's relationship if James was still alive

let’s go!!!!

  • okay so ron and harry would still be friends so eventually harry and ginny would become friends so some summers harry would bring both of them and hermione and neville and luna over to his house because he actually had one
  • and james knew it from the moment he saw them tbh because ginny looked at harry the way he looked at lily their seventh year when they were friends and he’d thought they’d never be together
  • so he tells lily this and she’s like “duh they like each other im so excited”
  • and one day ginny wakes up early and comes downstairs and james is sitting downstairs drinking his morning coffee and she’s like “oh hi mr. potter” and he’s like “ginny! sit down!” and she does and they get to talking and they talk about fred and george’s pranks and he’s legit dying okay because he’s heard about them from harry but the way ginny tells a story is just so damn funny 
  • and harry comes down and sees them talkng like family and a little something flutters in his chest and he can’t place it but there’s something he really likes about his father and his friend getting along so well
  • so then some time later james asks ginny what she plans to do when she’s older because she’s gonna start her sixth year
  • and she’s like, “oh, play professional quidditch of course”
  • and james has a freaking heart attack because oh my god this girl wants to play professional quidditch in this world james never had to become an auror to fight voldemort so he became a super famous player and even played for england’s national team and he almost jumps up right then and there and tells harry to marry her
  • and so he’s like “i know you’ll want to get in on your own merit and stuff but i know some people if you maybe want to go to a training camp or two? maybe see how much you like it?”
  • and ginny’s like “yeah omg sure!”
  • and before she knows it she’s being invited over to the potters for christmas break
  • and harry’s over here like oh my god oh my god dad
  • and then james somehow overhears ginny’s like spunkiness and fire and sarcasm and he just about dies like he runs up to lily and he’s like “this girl is a firecracker oh my god lils please we have to get her and harry together please”
  • and lily’s laughing and she’s like “james it’s okay it’ll happen on its own time”
  • and then when they come back for winter break (it’s just ginny and harry because the others are off doing something) ginny feels super awkward around james and he can’t figure out why so he sits them down and he’s like “what’s up”
  • and ginny’s blushing and harry’s like “uh we’re dating”
  • and james stares in shock for like ten minutes and then he’s like “FUCK YES”
  • (and lily from the kitchen is like “language, dear”)
  • “IT FINALLY HAPPENED GOOD NOW YOU’RE PART OF THE FAMILY TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH HARRY”
  • “uh dad we’re not married”
  • “and actually mr. potter i kissed him first”
  • “EVEN BETTER”
  • and james tries to act normal he really does but this is the best thing ever
  • and he’s soooo excited when she gets recruited by the holyheads like he throws her a little party and harry’s like “dad you’re embarassing me” and james is like “son, listen, idgaf”
  • and ginny’s always over at the potter’s asking for advice about playing professional quidditch like how to deal with the fame and the hazing and they’re playing the chudley cannons next week and what do you suggest i do to fake out the keeper etc etc etc and harry pretends to be like “oi ginny you spend more time with my dad than me” but like secretly he loves it
  • and he goes to james when he’s gonna propose and he’s like “dad i’m super nervous”
  • and james sits him down and looks him straight in the eye
  • “don’t be. that girl loves you more than anything and you love her more than anything and it’s obvious to everyone and there’s no way in hell she’ll say no to spending the rest of her life with you”
  • and they arrive the next day at the potter’s house and she’s got a ring on her finger and james is like “now you are part of the family!!!”
  • and harry’s like “dad… we’re still not actually married”
  • “close enough, son”
  • and at the wedding oh my god okay so lily’s tearing up a little bit and she has this smile on her face but james is full on bawling like he can’t stop the tears because his only son is getting married and he couldn’t have picked a better match for him and he can’t deal with it
  • and then ginny announces she’s pregnant a few months later and james pretty much dies he’s going to have a little quidditch playing grandson/granddaughter
  • he totally goes baby shopping with ginny
  • and he babysits all the grandchildren all the time james loves kids so much and his grandkids love grandpa too and he plays quidditch with them and dresses up for tea parties
  • and basically james and ginny are very important so @lordvoldemort thx for nothing
The Undertaker in ch105 (aka are Vincent and Ciel only tools to bring Claudia back?)

So this is about the flashback of ch105 and the Undertaker’s words, I wanted to offer my own opinion properly.

After this chapter, many people started believing that maybe the Undertaker needed to use one Phantomhive for his bizarre dolls project, very probably in order to bring Claudia back. Which is why he cried for Vincent, because with Vincent dead, he has one less chance to bring back Claudia and now he only has Ciel he can use. Basically that’s the main theory.

-> Well I’m nope about it, and this post is here in order to explain why it seems illogical (to me):

1) We don’t know when UT suddenly decided he had to try his hands at resurrecting people, trying on unknown corpses before trying on the seven people who are part of “his treasure” but…

  • If he started less than 3 or 4 years ago (judging by the progress he made in one arc, I don’t think he started so many years ago), then he wouldn’t have been able to use Vincent in his project no matter what since the guy was dead, so why cry about it now?
    -> Sounds illogical.
  • Let’s just say he started this more than 4 years ago (unlikely), well Vincent and Ciel both “trusted” him, it only changed for Ciel during the Campania arc, so why didn’t he try to abduct one of them sooner? If Vincent’s death changed his plans, he still had almost four years to abduct Ciel. And I can’t exactly call Sebastian an actual obstacle when it comes to the Undertaker.
    -> Sounds illogical.

2) As I said above, UT had several opportunities he could have abducted Ciel, had he really needed him, and Sebastian probably wouldn’t have been able to stop him (2 Death Gods + 1 Demon = The Undertaker still wins).
And yet it never happened.

He also said…

Ah, I know. You can find different meanings for this sentence (maybe he was joking, maybe he was boasting) but if the Undertaker says that when Seb just saved Ciel from him (and when he was ready to trap them the same way as on the Campania), to me it doesn’t exactly sound like he wants to get his hands on Ciel so badly.

At the same time, Sebastian being Ciel’s protector insures the Undertaker that Ciel won’t be hurt until he might need him, but he was still ready to end off the demon on the Campania.
Something changed from the Campania arc to the Weston arc, but if you ask me, it probably has more to do with Ciel holding onto his “treasure” for him, especially since Will & Co have been looking very thoroughly for him since the Campania arc. So if Sebastian protects Ciel, his treasure will probably be safe as well, especially since Ciel knows it’s an important clue to discover the Undertaker’s true goals. 


3) Let’s consider the Undertaker needs a Phantomhive in order to bring Claudia back. Because you know, Vincent and Ciel are her son and grandson, so this is the “blood of her blood” needed for resurrection (Claudia = Voldemort), but alas! Her son is dead and his body was burnt badly while the grandson is protected by a demon… So how will the Undertaker face this dilemma?!

Wait… Wait! Didn’t Claudia have a daughter and two other grandchildren who are all still alive and not contracted to any demon?

Yep, so basically the Undertaker has four possibilities if he actually needs a Phantomhive to bring back Claudia and Ciel’s life/blood/soul is super well protected by a hungry demon, so why go for Ciel?

I hope nobody will call the “but he needs an Earl of Phantomhive absolutely otherwise it won’t work” move because I don’t know man, but Frances being Claudia’s daughter, she definitely has 50% of her DNA and blood, while Ciel only has 25% of it (just like her children).
So if the Undertaker needs a Phantomhive, why not go after the one who has a stronger blood link to Claudia? 

(Besides, if you consider the Undertaker was crying because he lost the possibility to use Vincent and he now has to go after Claudia’s grandson, well cry no more UT, for the daughter is still alive and kicking and she holds the exact same chance as her brother, if we go by the laws of genetics!) 

So yep, one more point by the name of Frances Midford proves that this theory doesn’t work for me. :) 


4) Back to the flashback of ch105, at what point did the Undertaker actually cry?

He started crying when he saw the picture of Vincent and Diederich’s graduation, with Vincent looking all fine and handsome.

And do you remember what’s the last image he has of Vincent? The sight of his dead body with “his bones burnt to ashes” and I’d call that a big contrast with the Vincent on the picture, wouldn’t you say? 

I know, I know: “maybe he was crying because he was reminded that he couldn’t use Vincent to bring back Claudia?” 

Well then in that case, I’ve written above several reasons as to why it doesn’t seem probable ;) and besides look at the next panel…

His left hand is holding the frame and what are his right fingers doing? To me, it looks like they’re stroking over Vincent in the picture… 

By the way he’s also calling him “poor thing”, which is a rather pitying way of calling someone (especially in association with the tears and his fingers stroking the picture), so I can’t see him calling Vincent that if he was sad about losing what Vincent represented more than the actual man. 

This last point is just my own feeling, it’s really the way I see this scene, so I won’t force you to see the same thing I do in this part, especially when you have 3 other points above demonstrating why it seems illogical to me. :)


I think I’ve written enough to try showing you that the Undertaker probably didn’t mean that he wanted to use Vincent or Ciel in order to resurrect Claudia in the flashback of chapter 105. The question now is what did he mean? 

I’ve started writing an answer here and I’m thinking that the 7 lockets, and the people they represent, really are the goal behind the Bizarre Dolls project (everybody can agree on that). Which means these 7 people were humans the Undertaker really enjoyed talking to or following around, otherwise he wouldn’t want to bring them back.

In that case, one can wonder why Vincent isn’t on this chain, since the Undertaker still seems quite affected by his death (if we follow point 4 of this post), to the point he showed a very human emotion for the first time since his introduction. 

Well… The possible answer is that the fire probably damaged Vincent’s body so badly that the Undertaker wasn’t able to recover what he managed to for the seven others…
In other words, Vincent will never be able to be brought back, if that’s what the Bizarre Dolls project is all about, and that’s why the Undertaker was crying. 

(Thanks for reading, I hope it’s understandable)

jumping-cholla  asked:

♨️ barista-romano (as a child?)

♨️ - Find my muse passed out and convulsing in the sun
@barista-romano
Sure thing! Gonna scare the crap out of poor Lovino, though!

Even for someone who was used to high temperatures, even for someone who was used to being out in the sun, the heat could still be a dangerous thing. That was why a body gave warning signs when it was being overheated. But sometimes those warning signs were ignored, and the problem only got worse. 

That was the situation of Prisca, who, used to working hard outside and in the heat, had told herself that she would be fine a few too many times and now, nearly back to where her grandson was, knowing she has pushed too hard, the heat had finally gotten the better of her. She collapsed and merely moments after, convulsing. Unconscious and with no control, Prisca was at the mercy of whoever found her.

Dumbledore’s Army Reunites at Quidditch World Cup Final

By the Daily Prophet’s Gossip Correspondent, Rita Skeeter

There are celebrities – and then there are celebrities. We’ve seen many a famous face from the wizarding world grace the stands here in the Patagonian Desert – Ministers and Presidents, Celestina Warbeck, controversial American wizarding band The Bent-Winged Snitches – all have caused flurries of excitement, with crowd members scrambling for autographs and even casting Bridging Charms to reach the VIP boxes over the heads of the crowd.

But when word swept the campsite and stadium that a certain gang of infamous wizards (no longer the fresh-faced teenagers they were in their heyday, but nevertheless recognisable) had arrived for the final, excitement was beyond anything yet seen. As the crowd stampeded, tents were flattened and small children mown down. Fans from all corners of the globe stormed towards the area where members of Dumbledore’s Army were rumoured to have been sighted, desperate above all else for a glimpse of the man they still call the Chosen One.

The Potter family and the rest of Dumbledore’s Army have been given accommodation in the VIP section of the campsite, which is protected by heavy charms and patrolled by Security Warlocks. Their presence has ensured large crowds along the cordoned area, all hoping for a glimpse of their heroes. At 3pm today they got their wish when, to the accompaniment of loud screams, Potter took his young sons James and Albus to visit the players’ compound, where he introduced them to Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.

About to turn 34, there are a couple of threads of silver in the famous Auror’s black hair, but he continues to wear the distinctive round glasses that some might say are better suited to a style-deficient twelve-year-old. The famous lightning scar has company: Potter is sporting a nasty cut over his right cheekbone. Requests for information as to its provenance merely produced the usual response from the Ministry of Magic: ‘We do not comment on the top secret work of the Auror department, as we have told you no less than 514 times, Ms. Skeeter.’ So what are they hiding? Is the Chosen One embroiled in fresh mysteries that will one day explode upon us all, plunging us into a new age of terror and mayhem?

Or does his injury have a more humble origin, one that Potter is desperate to hide? Has his wife perhaps cursed him? Are cracks beginning to show in a union that the Potters are determined to promote as happy? Should we read anything into the fact that his wife Ginevra has been perfectly happy to leave her husband and children behind in London whilst reporting on this tournament? The jury is out on whether she really had the talent or experience to be sent to the Quidditch World Cup (jury’s back in – no!!!) but let’s face it, when your last name is Potter, doors open, international sporting bodies bow and scrape, and Daily Prophet editors hand you plum assignments.

As their devoted fans and followers will remember, Potter and Krum competed against each other in the controversial Triwizard Tournament, but apparently there are no hard feelings, as they embraced upon meeting (what really happened in that maze? Speculation is unlikely to be quelled by the warmth of their greeting). After half an hour’s chat, Potter and his sons returned to the campsite where they socialised with the rest of Dumbledore’s Army until the small hours.

In the next tent are Potter’s two closest associates, the ones who know everything about him and yet have always refused to talk to the press. Are they afraid of him, or is it their own secrets they are afraid will leak out, tarnishing the myth of He Who Could Not Be Named’s defeat? Now married, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were with Potter almost every step of the way. Like the rest of Dumbledore’s Army, they fought in the Battle of Hogwarts and no doubt deserve the plaudits and awards for bravery heaped upon them by a grateful wizarding world.

In the immediate aftermath of the battle Weasley, whose famous ginger hair appears to be thinning slightly, entered into employment with the Ministry of Magic alongside Potter, but left only two years later to co-manage the highly successful wizarding joke emporium Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Was he, as he stated at the time, ‘delighted to assist my brother George with a business I’ve always loved’? Or had he had his fill of standing in Potter’s shadow? Was the work of the Auror Department too much for a man who has admitted that the destruction of He Who Could Not Be Named’s Horcruxes ‘took its toll’ on him? He shows no obvious signs of mental illness from a distance, but the public is not allowed close enough to make a proper assessment. Is this suspicious?

Hermione Granger, of course, was always the femme fatale of the group. Press reports of the time revealed that as a teenager she toyed with the young Potter’s affections before being seduced away by the muscular Viktor Krum, finally settling for Potter’s faithful sidekick. After a meteoric rise to Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she is now tipped to go even higher within the Ministry, and is also mother to son, Hugo, and daughter, Rose. Does Hermione Granger prove that a witch really can have it all? (No – look at her hair.)

Then there are those members of Dumbledore’s Army who receive slightly less publicity than Potter, Weasley and Granger (are they resentful? Almost certainly). Neville Longbottom, now a popular Herbology teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is here in Patagonia with his wife Hannah. Until recently the pair lived above the Leaky Cauldron in London, but rumour has it that Hannah has not only retrained as a Healer, but is applying for the job of Matron at Hogwarts. Idle gossip suggests that she and her husband both enjoy a little more Ogden’s Old Firewhisky than most of us would expect from custodians of our children, but no doubt we all wish her the best of luck with her application.

Last of the ringleaders of Dumbledore’s Army is, of course, Luna Lovegood (now married to Rolf Scamander, swarthy grandson of celebrated Magizoologist Newt). Still delightfully eccentric, Luna has been sweeping around the VIP section in robes composed of the flags of all sixteen qualifying countries. Her twin sons are ‘at home with grandpa’. Is this a euphemism for ‘too disturbed to be seen in public’? Surely only the unkindest would suggest so.

Sundry other members of the Army are here, but it is on these six that most interest is focused. Wherever there is a red head one may make an educated guess that it belongs to a Weasley, but it is difficult to tell whether it is George (wealthy co-manager of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes), Charlie (dragon wrangler, still unmarried – why?) or Percy (Head of the Department of Magical Transportation – it’s his fault if the Floo Network’s too busy!). The only one who is easy to recognise is Bill who, poor man, is grievously scarred from an encounter with a werewolf and yet somehow (enchantment? Love potion? Blackmail? Kidnap?) married the undeniably beautiful (though doubtless empty-headed) Fleur Delacour.

Word is that we shall see these and other members of Dumbledore’s Army in the VIP boxes at the final, adding to the glitz and razzmatazz of a gala occasion. Let us hope that the behaviour of two of their younger hangers-on does not embarrass them, heaping shame on those who have previously brought honour to the name of wizard.

One always hesitates to invade the privacy of young people, but the fact is that anyone closely connected with Harry Potter reaps the benefits and must pay the penalty of public interest. No doubt Potter will be distressed to know that his sixteen-year-old godson Teddy Lupin – a lanky half-werewolf with bright blue hair – has been behaving in a way unbefitting of wizarding royalty since arriving on the VIP campsite. It might be asking too much that the always-busy Potter keep a tighter rein on this wild boy, who was entrusted to his care by his dying parents, but one shudders to think what will become of Master Lupin without urgent intervention. Meanwhile, Mr and Mrs Bill Weasley might like to know that their beautiful, blonde daughter Victoire seems to be attracted to any dark corner where Master Lupin happens to be lurking. The good news is both of them seem to have invented a method of breathing through their ears. I can think of no other reason how they have survived such prolonged periods of what, in my young day, was called ‘snogging.’

But let us not be severe. Harry Potter and his cohorts never claimed to be perfect! And for those who want to know exactly how imperfect they are, my new biography: Dumbledore’s Army: The Dark Side of the Demob will be available from Flourish and Blotts on July 31st.

PROMPT #8 (It’s been a month, yes, I know I’m sorry)

Yes, dear anons, yes.

This is a bit long tbh, and I think this will kinda suck - but I guess it’s up to you guys for the verdict ;)

So, enjoy. <3

Prompt 8: AshDrew’s First Date

It was only yesterday that they asked to kiss for a BuzzFeedViolet shoot; only yesterday that they’ve started dating.

In fact, 18 hours that they’ve been dating.

Ashly focused the camera, peering into the lens – her eyes squinting behind the lens.

“Stand still for me,” she orders, causing Sara to freeze in place, slightly startled. Ashly chuckled. She looked so scared.

“Done,” she said with a smile after a few seconds. Sara sighed in relief and smiled back.

Ashly’s getting better at focusing shots.

Which is weird, for her life’s currently not in focus.

Just yesterday, the blond Ukrainian stealthily passed her a Kit Kat bar in the morning meeting as friends. But today, he stealthily passed her a Kit Kat bar and pecked her on the cheek.

This confused Ashly at the slightest bit.

And she loved it.

Lunch hour was as usual – the clicks of the keyboards, the crunch of chip bags, and the snores of some of her co-workers.

Ashly walked out of the studio and went back to her desk to grab her mug. She was about to stand up to make some coffee, but Andrew came running into the BuzzFeed HQ and stopped in front of her. He was panting, sweating, and hot –

Oh, and he was also carrying a bouquet of freshly picked flowers.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“Not yet,” she replied as she grabbed a tissue, stood up, and wiped the sweat off of his face.

 “Thanks,” he smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “And good.”

“Good? Why?” Ashly asked as she fixed his collar.

“I’m gonna take you somewhere for lunch,” Andrew replied. “Maybe some coffee too,” he continued, whilst staring at Ashley’s empty cup.

Ashly grinned. “Sounds great.”

Andrew placed his hand forward. “Shall we?”

She took his hand with a smile. “We shall.”

It was a nice ten-minute walk to a…

Bakery.

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Dumbledore’s Army Reunites at Quidditch World Cup Final

By the Daily Prophet’s Gossip Correspondent, Rita Skeeter

There are celebrities – and then there are celebrities. We’ve seen many a famous face from the wizarding world grace the stands here in the Patagonian Desert – Ministers and Presidents, Celestina Warbeck, controversial American wizarding band The Bent-Winged Snitches – all have caused flurries of excitement, with crowd members scrambling for autographs and even casting Bridging Charms to reach the VIP boxes over the heads of the crowd.

But when word swept the campsite and stadium that a certain gang of infamous wizards (no longer the fresh-faced teenagers they were in their heyday, but nevertheless recognisable) had arrived for the final, excitement was beyond anything yet seen. As the crowd stampeded, tents were flattened and small children mown down. Fans from all corners of the globe stormed towards the area where members of Dumbledore’s Army were rumoured to have been sighted, desperate above all else for a glimpse of the man they still call the Chosen One.

The Potter family and the rest of Dumbledore’s Army have been given accommodation in the VIP section of the campsite, which is protected by heavy charms and patrolled by Security Warlocks. Their presence has ensured large crowds along the cordoned area, all hoping for a glimpse of their heroes. At 3pm today they got their wish when, to the accompaniment of loud screams, Potter took his young sons James and Albus to visit the players’ compound, where he introduced them to Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.

About to turn 34, there are a couple of threads of silver in the famous Auror’s black hair, but he continues to wear the distinctive round glasses that some might say are better suited to a style-deficient twelve-year-old. The famous lightning scar has company: Potter is sporting a nasty cut over his right cheekbone. Requests for information as to its provenance merely produced the usual response from the Ministry of Magic: ‘We do not comment on the top secret work of the Auror department, as we have told you no less than 514 times, Ms. Skeeter.’ So what are they hiding? Is the Chosen One embroiled in fresh mysteries that will one day explode upon us all, plunging us into a new age of terror and mayhem?

Or does his injury have a more humble origin, one that Potter is desperate to hide? Has his wife perhaps cursed him? Are cracks beginning to show in a union that the Potters are determined to promote as happy? Should we read anything into the fact that his wife Ginevra has been perfectly happy to leave her husband and children behind in London whilst reporting on this tournament? The jury is out on whether she really had the talent or experience to be sent to the Quidditch World Cup (jury’s back in – no!!!) but let’s face it, when your last name is Potter, doors open, international sporting bodies bow and scrape, and Daily Prophet editors hand you plum assignments.

As their devoted fans and followers will remember, Potter and Krum competed against each other in the controversial Triwizard Tournament, but apparently there are no hard feelings, as they embraced upon meeting (what really happened in that maze? Speculation is unlikely to be quelled by the warmth of their greeting). After half an hour’s chat, Potter and his sons returned to the campsite where they socialised with the rest of Dumbledore’s Army until the small hours.

In the next tent are Potter’s two closest associates, the ones who know everything about him and yet have always refused to talk to the press. Are they afraid of him, or is it their own secrets they are afraid will leak out, tarnishing the myth of He Who Could Not Be Named’s defeat? Now married, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were with Potter almost every step of the way. Like the rest of Dumbledore’s Army, they fought in the Battle of Hogwarts and no doubt deserve the plaudits and awards for bravery heaped upon them by a grateful wizarding world.

In the immediate aftermath of the battle Weasley, whose famous ginger hair appears to be thinning slightly, entered into employment with the Ministry of Magic alongside Potter, but left only two years later to co-manage the highly successful wizarding joke emporium Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Was he, as he stated at the time, ‘delighted to assist my brother George with a business I’ve always loved’? Or had he had his fill of standing in Potter’s shadow? Was the work of the Auror Department too much for a man who has admitted that the destruction of He Who Could Not Be Named’s Horcruxes ‘took its toll’ on him? He shows no obvious signs of mental illness from a distance, but the public is not allowed close enough to make a proper assessment. Is this suspicious?

Hermione Granger, of course, was always the femme fatale of the group. Press reports of the time revealed that as a teenager she toyed with the young Potter’s affections before being seduced away by the muscular Viktor Krum, finally settling for Potter’s faithful sidekick. After a meteoric rise to Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she is now tipped to go even higher within the Ministry, and is also mother to son, Hugo, and daughter, Rose. Does Hermione Granger prove that a witch really can have it all? (No – look at her hair.)

Then there are those members of Dumbledore’s Army who receive slightly less publicity than Potter, Weasley and Granger (are they resentful? Almost certainly). Neville Longbottom, now a popular Herbology teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is here in Patagonia with his wife Hannah. Until recently the pair lived above the Leaky Cauldron in London, but rumour has it that Hannah has not only retrained as a Healer, but is applying for the job of Matron at Hogwarts. Idle gossip suggests that she and her husband both enjoy a little more Ogden’s Old Firewhisky than most of us would expect from custodians of our children, but no doubt we all wish her the best of luck with her application.

Last of the ringleaders of Dumbledore’s Army is, of course, Luna Lovegood (now married to Rolf Scamander, swarthy grandson of celebrated Magizoologist Newt). Still delightfully eccentric, Luna has been sweeping around the VIP section in robes composed of the flags of all sixteen qualifying countries. Her twin sons are ‘at home with grandpa’. Is this a euphemism for ‘too disturbed to be seen in public’? Surely only the unkindest would suggest so.

Sundry other members of the Army are here, but it is on these six that most interest is focused. Wherever there is a red head one may make an educated guess that it belongs to a Weasley, but it is difficult to tell whether it is George (wealthy co-manager of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes), Charlie (dragon wrangler, still unmarried – why?) or Percy (Head of the Department of Magical Transportation – it’s his fault if the Floo Network’s too busy!). The only one who is easy to recognise is Bill who, poor man, is grievously scarred from an encounter with a werewolf and yet somehow (enchantment? Love potion? Blackmail? Kidnap?) married the undeniably beautiful (though doubtless empty-headed) Fleur Delacour.

Word is that we shall see these and other members of Dumbledore’s Army in the VIP boxes at the final, adding to the glitz and razzmatazz of a gala occasion. Let us hope that the behaviour of two of their younger hangers-on does not embarrass them, heaping shame on those who have previously brought honour to the name of wizard.

One always hesitates to invade the privacy of young people, but the fact is that anyone closely connected with Harry Potter reaps the benefits and must pay the penalty of public interest. No doubt Potter will be distressed to know that his sixteen-year-old godson Teddy Lupin – a lanky half-werewolf with bright blue hair – has been behaving in a way unbefitting of wizarding royalty since arriving on the VIP campsite. It might be asking too much that the always-busy Potter keep a tighter rein on this wild boy, who was entrusted to his care by his dying parents, but one shudders to think what will become of Master Lupin without urgent intervention. Meanwhile, Mr and Mrs Bill Weasley might like to know that their beautiful, blonde daughter Victoire seems to be attracted to any dark corner where Master Lupin happens to be lurking. The good news is both of them seem to have invented a method of breathing through their ears. I can think of no other reason how they have survived such prolonged periods of what, in my young day, was called ‘snogging.’

But let us not be severe. Harry Potter and his cohorts never claimed to be perfect! And for those who want to know exactly how imperfect they are, my new biography: Dumbledore’s Army: The Dark Side of the Demob will be available from Flourish and Blotts on July 31st.

Dumbledore’s Army Reunites at Quidditch World Cup Final

By the Daily Prophet’s Gossip Correspondent, Rita Skeeter

There are celebrities – and then there are celebrities. We’ve seen many a famous face from the wizarding world grace the stands here in the Patagonian Desert – Ministers and Presidents, Celestina Warbeck, controversial American wizarding band The Bent-Winged Snitches – all have caused flurries of excitement, with crowd members scrambling for autographs and even casting Bridging Charms to reach the VIP boxes over the heads of the crowd.

But when word swept the campsite and stadium that a certain gang of infamous wizards (no longer the fresh-faced teenagers they were in their heyday, but nevertheless recognisable) had arrived for the final, excitement was beyond anything yet seen. As the crowd stampeded, tents were flattened and small children mown down. Fans from all corners of the globe stormed towards the area where members of Dumbledore’s Army were rumoured to have been sighted, desperate above all else for a glimpse of the man they still call the Chosen One.

The Potter family and the rest of Dumbledore’s Army have been given accommodation in the VIP section of the campsite, which is protected by heavy charms and patrolled by Security Warlocks. Their presence has ensured large crowds along the cordoned area, all hoping for a glimpse of their heroes. At 3pm today they got their wish when, to the accompaniment of loud screams, Potter took his young sons James and Albus to visit the players’ compound, where he introduced them to Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.

About to turn 34, there are a couple of threads of silver in the famous Auror’s black hair, but he continues to wear the distinctive round glasses that some might say are better suited to a style-deficient twelve-year-old. The famous lightning scar has company: Potter is sporting a nasty cut over his right cheekbone. Requests for information as to its provenance merely produced the usual response from the Ministry of Magic: ‘We do not comment on the top secret work of the Auror department, as we have told you no less than 514 times, Ms. Skeeter.’ So what are they hiding? Is the Chosen One embroiled in fresh mysteries that will one day explode upon us all, plunging us into a new age of terror and mayhem?

Or does his injury have a more humble origin, one that Potter is desperate to hide? Has his wife perhaps cursed him? Are cracks beginning to show in a union that the Potters are determined to promote as happy? Should we read anything into the fact that his wife Ginevra has been perfectly happy to leave her husband and children behind in London whilst reporting on this tournament? The jury is out on whether she really had the talent or experience to be sent to the Quidditch World Cup (jury’s back in – no!!!) but let’s face it, when your last name is Potter, doors open, international sporting bodies bow and scrape, and Daily Prophet editors hand you plum assignments.

As their devoted fans and followers will remember, Potter and Krum competed against each other in the controversial Triwizard Tournament, but apparently there are no hard feelings, as they embraced upon meeting (what really happened in that maze? Speculation is unlikely to be quelled by the warmth of their greeting). After half an hour’s chat, Potter and his sons returned to the campsite where they socialised with the rest of Dumbledore’s Army until the small hours.

In the next tent are Potter’s two closest associates, the ones who know everything about him and yet have always refused to talk to the press. Are they afraid of him, or is it their own secrets they are afraid will leak out, tarnishing the myth of He Who Could Not Be Named’s defeat? Now married, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were with Potter almost every step of the way. Like the rest of Dumbledore’s Army, they fought in the Battle of Hogwarts and no doubt deserve the plaudits and awards for bravery heaped upon them by a grateful wizarding world.

In the immediate aftermath of the battle Weasley, whose famous ginger hair appears to be thinning slightly, entered into employment with the Ministry of Magic alongside Potter, but left only two years later to co-manage the highly successful wizarding joke emporium Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Was he, as he stated at the time, ‘delighted to assist my brother George with a business I’ve always loved’? Or had he had his fill of standing in Potter’s shadow? Was the work of the Auror Department too much for a man who has admitted that the destruction of He Who Could Not Be Named’s Horcruxes ‘took its toll’ on him? He shows no obvious signs of mental illness from a distance, but the public is not allowed close enough to make a proper assessment. Is this suspicious?

Hermione Granger, of course, was always the femme fatale of the group. Press reports of the time revealed that as a teenager she toyed with the young Potter’s affections before being seduced away by the muscular Viktor Krum, finally settling for Potter’s faithful sidekick. After a meteoric rise to Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she is now tipped to go even higher within the Ministry, and is also mother to son, Hugo, and daughter, Rose. Does Hermione Granger prove that a witch really can have it all? (No – look at her hair.)

Then there are those members of Dumbledore’s Army who receive slightly less publicity than Potter, Weasley and Granger (are they resentful? Almost certainly). Neville Longbottom, now a popular Herbology teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is here in Patagonia with his wife Hannah. Until recently the pair lived above the Leaky Cauldron in London, but rumour has it that Hannah has not only retrained as a Healer, but is applying for the job of Matron at Hogwarts. Idle gossip suggests that she and her husband both enjoy a little more Ogden’s Old Firewhisky than most of us would expect from custodians of our children, but no doubt we all wish her the best of luck with her application.

Last of the ringleaders of Dumbledore’s Army is, of course, Luna Lovegood (now married to Rolf Scamander, swarthy grandson of celebrated Magizoologist Newt). Still delightfully eccentric, Luna has been sweeping around the VIP section in robes composed of the flags of all sixteen qualifying countries. Her twin sons are ‘at home with grandpa’. Is this a euphemism for ‘too disturbed to be seen in public’? Surely only the unkindest would suggest so.

Sundry other members of the Army are here, but it is on these six that most interest is focused. Wherever there is a red head one may make an educated guess that it belongs to a Weasley, but it is difficult to tell whether it is George (wealthy co-manager of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes), Charlie (dragon wrangler, still unmarried – why?) or Percy (Head of the Department of Magical Transportation – it’s his fault if the Floo Network’s too busy!). The only one who is easy to recognise is Bill who, poor man, is grievously scarred from an encounter with a werewolf and yet somehow (enchantment? Love potion? Blackmail? Kidnap?) married the undeniably beautiful (though doubtless empty-headed) Fleur Delacour.

Word is that we shall see these and other members of Dumbledore’s Army in the VIP boxes at the final, adding to the glitz and razzmatazz of a gala occasion. Let us hope that the behaviour of two of their younger hangers-on does not embarrass them, heaping shame on those who have previously brought honour to the name of wizard.

One always hesitates to invade the privacy of young people, but the fact is that anyone closely connected with Harry Potter reaps the benefits and must pay the penalty of public interest. No doubt Potter will be distressed to know that his sixteen-year-old godson Teddy Lupin – a lanky half-werewolf with bright blue hair – has been behaving in a way unbefitting of wizarding royalty since arriving on the VIP campsite. It might be asking too much that the always-busy Potter keep a tighter rein on this wild boy, who was entrusted to his care by his dying parents, but one shudders to think what will become of Master Lupin without urgent intervention. Meanwhile, Mr and Mrs Bill Weasley might like to know that their beautiful, blonde daughter Victoire seems to be attracted to any dark corner where Master Lupin happens to be lurking. The good news is both of them seem to have invented a method of breathing through their ears. I can think of no other reason how they have survived such prolonged periods of what, in my young day, was called ‘snogging.’

But let us not be severe. Harry Potter and his cohorts never claimed to be perfect! And for those who want to know exactly how imperfect they are, my new biography: Dumbledore’s Army: The Dark Side of the Demob will be available from Flourish and Blotts on July 31st. 

By the Daily Prophet’s Gossip Correspondent, Rita Skeeter.

There are celebrities – and then there are celebrities. We’ve seen many a famous face from the wizarding world grace the stands here in the Patagonian Desert – Ministers and Presidents, Celestina Warbeck, controversial American wizarding band The Bent-Winged Snitches – all have caused flurries of excitement, with crowd members scrambling for autographs and even casting Bridging Charms to reach the VIP boxes over the heads of the crowd.

But when word swept the campsite and stadium that a certain gang of infamous wizards (no longer the fresh-faced teenagers they were in their heyday, but nevertheless recognisable) had arrived for the final, excitement was beyond anything yet seen. As the crowd stampeded, tents were flattened and small children mown down. Fans from all corners of the globe stormed towards the area where members of Dumbledore’s Army were rumoured to have been sighted, desperate above all else for a glimpse of the man they still call the Chosen One.

The Potter family and the rest of Dumbledore’s Army have been given accommodation in the VIP section of the campsite, which is protected by heavy charms and patrolled by Security Warlocks. Their presence has ensured large crowds along the cordoned area, all hoping for a glimpse of their heroes. At 3pm today they got their wish when, to the accompaniment of loud screams, Potter took his young sons James and Albus to visit the players’ compound, where he introduced them to Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.

About to turn 34, there are a couple of threads of silver in the famous Auror’s black hair, but he continues to wear the distinctive round glasses that some might say are better suited to a style-deficient twelve-year-old. The famous lightning scar has company: Potter is sporting a nasty cut over his right cheekbone. Requests for information as to its provenance merely produced the usual response from the Ministry of Magic: ‘We do not comment on the top secret work of the Auror department, as we have told you no less than 514 times, Ms. Skeeter.’ So what are they hiding? Is the Chosen One embroiled in fresh mysteries that will one day explode upon us all, plunging us into a new age of terror and mayhem?

Or does his injury have a more humble origin, one that Potter is desperate to hide? Has his wife perhaps cursed him? Are cracks beginning to show in a union that the Potters are determined to promote as happy? Should we read anything into the fact that his wife Ginevra has been perfectly happy to leave her husband and children behind in London whilst reporting on this tournament? The jury is out on whether she really had the talent or experience to be sent to the Quidditch World Cup (jury’s back in – no!!!) but let’s face it, when your last name is Potter, doors open, international sporting bodies bow and scrape, and Daily Prophet editors hand you plum assignments.

As their devoted fans and followers will remember, Potter and Krum competed against each other in the controversial Triwizard Tournament, but apparently there are no hard feelings, as they embraced upon meeting (what really happened in that maze? Speculation is unlikely to be quelled by the warmth of their greeting). After half an hour’s chat, Potter and his sons returned to the campsite where they socialised with the rest of Dumbledore’s Army until the small hours.

In the next tent are Potter’s two closest associates, the ones who know everything about him and yet have always refused to talk to the press. Are they afraid of him, or is it their own secrets they are afraid will leak out, tarnishing the myth of He Who Could Not Be Named’s defeat? Now married, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were with Potter almost every step of the way. Like the rest of Dumbledore’s Army, they fought in the Battle of Hogwarts and no doubt deserve the plaudits and awards for bravery heaped upon them by a grateful wizarding world.

In the immediate aftermath of the battle Weasley, whose famous ginger hair appears to be thinning slightly, entered into employment with the Ministry of Magic alongside Potter, but left only two years later to co-manage the highly successful wizarding joke emporium Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Was he, as he stated at the time, ‘delighted to assist my brother George with a business I’ve always loved’? Or had he had his fill of standing in Potter’s shadow? Was the work of the Auror Department too much for a man who has admitted that the destruction of He Who Could Not Be Named’s Horcruxes ‘took its toll’ on him? He shows no obvious signs of mental illness from a distance, but the public is not allowed close enough to make a proper assessment. Is this suspicious?

Hermione Granger, of course, was always the femme fatale of the group. Press reports of the time revealed that as a teenager she toyed with the young Potter’s affections before being seduced away by the muscular Viktor Krum, finally settling for Potter’s faithful sidekick. After a meteoric rise to Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she is now tipped to go even higher within the Ministry, and is also mother to son, Hugo, and daughter, Rose. Does Hermione Granger prove that a witch really can have it all? (No – look at her hair.)

Then there are those members of Dumbledore’s Army who receive slightly less publicity than Potter, Weasley and Granger (are they resentful? Almost certainly). Neville Longbottom, now a popular Herbology teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is here in Patagonia with his wife Hannah. Until recently the pair lived above the Leaky Cauldron in London, but rumour has it that Hannah has not only retrained as a Healer, but is applying for the job of Matron at Hogwarts. Idle gossip suggests that she and her husband both enjoy a little more Ogden’s Old Firewhisky than most of us would expect from custodians of our children, but no doubt we all wish her the best of luck with her application.

Last of the ringleaders of Dumbledore’s Army is, of course, Luna Lovegood (now married to Rolf Scamander, swarthy grandson of celebrated Magizoologist Newt). Still delightfully eccentric, Luna has been sweeping around the VIP section in robes composed of the flags of all sixteen qualifying countries. Her twin sons are ‘at home with grandpa’. Is this a euphemism for ‘too disturbed to be seen in public’? Surely only the unkindest would suggest so.

Sundry other members of the Army are here, but it is on these six that most interest is focused. Wherever there is a red head one may make an educated guess that it belongs to a Weasley, but it is difficult to tell whether it is George (wealthy co-manager of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes), Charlie (dragon wrangler, still unmarried – why?) or Percy (Head of the Department of Magical Transportation – it’s his fault if the Floo Network’s too busy!). The only one who is easy to recognise is Bill who, poor man, is grievously scarred from an encounter with a werewolf and yet somehow (enchantment? Love potion? Blackmail? Kidnap?) married the undeniably beautiful (though doubtless empty-headed) Fleur Delacour.

Word is that we shall see these and other members of Dumbledore’s Army in the VIP boxes at the final, adding to the glitz and razzmatazz of a gala occasion. Let us hope that the behaviour of two of their younger hangers-on does not embarrass them, heaping shame on those who have previously brought honour to the name of wizard.

One always hesitates to invade the privacy of young people, but the fact is that anyone closely connected with Harry Potter reaps the benefits and must pay the penalty of public interest. No doubt Potter will be distressed to know that his sixteen-year-old godson Teddy Lupin – a lanky half-werewolf with bright blue hair – has been behaving in a way unbefitting of wizarding royalty since arriving on the VIP campsite. It might be asking too much that the always-busy Potter keep a tighter rein on this wild boy, who was entrusted to his care by his dying parents, but one shudders to think what will become of Master Lupin without urgent intervention. Meanwhile, Mr and Mrs Bill Weasley might like to know that their beautiful, blonde daughter Victoire seems to be attracted to any dark corner where Master Lupin happens to be lurking. The good news is both of them seem to have invented a method of breathing through their ears. I can think of no other reason how they have survived such prolonged periods of what, in my young day, was called ‘snogging.’

But let us not be severe. Harry Potter and his cohorts never claimed to be perfect! And for those who want to know exactly how imperfect they are, my new biography: Dumbledore’s Army: The Dark Side of the Demob will be available from Flourish and Blotts on July 31st.

-the new short story by Jo Rowling, posted today on pottermore.com

The thing that makes me laugh about Jay FB post is that Louis isn’t even holding a 1 or 2 month old child. That baby is huge. Secondly WHO THE FUCK HOLDS A NEW BORN CHILD LIKE THAT???? A child at that age shouldn’t be held in that manner even if it’s for photos. The baby literally has no support what’s so ever. Third again with the not show the faces. Now I get that some people just prefer it that way but seriously.

I’d also like to point out her comment about not being able to see the child because she’s 5000 miles away when she was within 500 ft of the child for close to a week and yet she hasn’t see her ONLY grandson and she hasn’t taken ANY pictures with him. I’m sorry but no new grandmother would pass up the offer of posting 800 pictures of their new grandchild. Plus isn’t the back y old enough to travel internationally…I mean it should be at this point since the parents and the child did a week long pap walk only days after the mother gave birth.

I’m so over babygate and it’s bullshit. Clearly nobody cares and they trying everything in their power to stay relevant. I wouldn’t be surprised if they jst swept it under the rug and never talked about it again until Louis does another public interview.