if I have kids when my child is 11 I’m going to give them their Hogwarts letter that says that unfortunately the class is full but instead they can go to Harry Potter Wizarding World on September 1st and I will take them and give them a sorting ceremony and robes and whatever they want cause that’s all I’ve ever wanted so that’s what they deserve

Ok but imagine this.

Harry Potter-themed laser tag. Everything is the same but instead of guns you get a wand attached to your vest and it shoots light and stuff and you can choose your spells at the beginning of the game.

Like, imagine it: Expelliarmus makes you unable to shoot spells for a few seconds; Lumos makes your wand shine enough for you to see; Stupefy turns off your opponent’s vest…

No but get this: it’s a maze and you’re not alone in there. No, there are monsters and creatures and fUCKING DEATH EATERS and your team has to find the Triwizard Cup first. Idk.


Newt just being a Hufflepuff

–Hufflepuff Qualities of Newt Scamander–


Being friendly because … friendly.


Loyal … even to a fault.


A passion he has a very strong work ethic for


I annoy people


Even of “outsiders”


I know you have rather backwards laws about muggles


The last breeding pair in existence


How do you catch something like that?



Ilvermorny School Uniforms

More information on Ilvermorny (the North American School of Magic) was announced this week via Pottermore. I decided to draw their summer and winter robes, since Ilvermorny is located in a place with cold winters (Massachusetts). Rowling has released that students are sorted into houses at this school, and that their robes are blue and cranberry! Also that they have a gordian knot pin on their robes. From left to right, in all images the order is Horned Serpent, Wampus, Pukwudgie, and Thunder Bird. They have a short summer robe, and long winter. I wanted something to identify the different houses so their robes have designs on their sleeves to show which house they are in. Also, Quidditch would be way more confusing without house colours on the pitch so I went with silver, black, gold, and white!

If you haven’t yet. take the sorting quiz for Ilvermorny! It is available on Pottermore. I was sorted into Horned Serpent. Check out the robe designs I posted before the uniform colours were released. 

The Wonderful World of Wizarding Idioms

“Don’t count your owls before they are delivered,” said Dumbledore gravely.

“Hold yer Hippogriffs, I haven’ finished me story yet!” said Hagrid indignantly.

“Instead you get to arrest me,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “It’s like losing a Knut and finding a Galleon, isn’t it?”

“Merlin’s beard!”

“The fire’s lit, but the cauldron’s empty,” as Ivor Dillonsby put it to me…

“Wasn’ room ter swing a Kneazle,” said Hagrid.

“How dare you!” said Ron, in mock outrage. “We’ve been working like house-elves here!”

“I’m only yanking your wand, I’m Fred really–”

“Time is Galleons, little brother,” said Fred.

“Well, it’s no good crying over spilt potion, I suppose…”

"Some son of a Bludger’s gone and nicked all mine!”

“[Invisibility cloaks] aren’t exactly ten a Knut, you know,”

“[Mundungus] left to see someone about a batch of cauldrons that fell off the back of a broom!”

“…but the cat’s among the pixies now.”

“But old Dodgy Doge can get off his high hippogriff.”

“Gallopin’ Gorgons, that reminds me,”

“Galloping gargoyles!”

“Gulping gargoyles!”

“How in the name of Merlin’s pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?”

“I wouldn’t come near you with a ten-foot broomstick,” said Harry furiously.

“Oh hurry up,” Ron moaned, beside Harry, “I could eat a hippogriff.”

“Oh, Aberforth is just the tip of the dung heap,” laughs Skeeter.

"What in the name of Merlin are you doing?”

“No! So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left –”

“Poisonous toadstools don’t change their spots,” said Ron sagely.

“Caterwauling Charm’s set off, they’ll be onto you like bowtruckles on doxy eggs.”

“There’s going to be hell to pay anyway, we might as well be hanged for a dragon as an egg.”

“And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y-fronts was that about?”

why I freaking love Jacob and Queenie

I’m kind of really in love with Queenie and Jacob, which is saying something, because the reality is, there are very few couples in fiction that I feel passionately about. But I really, really love Jacob and Queenie. Let me explain why.

First off, the idea of a beautiful and flirty woman being with the “fat” guy character is nothing new. We’ve seen it in movies and t.v. shows, to the point that I find it annoying, because in Hollywood it seems to function as nothing more than a bizarre wish-fulfillment, saying that overweight guys can get the hottest chick around (who says they can’t?), and the relationships depicted never have any depth. They’re shallow. But Fantastic Beasts gave us two people. Not only were both characters well-rounded as individuals, but I love the fact Queenie fell in love with Jacob’s mind.

Queenie can read minds, and she’s probably read hundreds, but Jacob had such a beautiful mind–it’s almost like I could actually believe in love at first sight for this couple!! And running through the relationship throughout the movie is the discussion that Jacob is very unique–there’s “no one else like him.” And even when at the end he expresses his real feelings that that’s not true, that there are lots of people like him, Queenie reassures him that no, no one is like him. What’s beautiful about this ongoing conversation is that behind every exchange is the subtext of Queenie’s mind-reading ability, which gives what is often a stereotypical couple and theme (the theme of “being unique”) fresh depth.

I ship it.

And what makes things more complex is that their relationship is technically illegal. 

Also, can we take a second to appreciate that Queenie can see into people’s minds, so she’s probably seen some of the most awful, dark thoughts that no one will express publicly–and she still manages to be charming, cute, and happy? I think that says a lot about her character. And the fact she finds his mind so beautiful says a lot about Jacob.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: i don't understand how paintings work in the wizarding world. how do people in the portraits suddenly appear out of no where and then disappear? does that mean the person in the portrait have to make the conscious decision to go be in one of their portraits? like with the chocolate frogs, does dumbledore take time out of his day to go be on some chocolate frog cards? and when a dead person is in the painting how do they still have a conversation with people as though they are alive? harry has had multiple conversations with dead people in paintings. so why was the resurrection stone so important when someone could just talk to a painting of the dead person without any consequences.
Wizarding World: Professors

Snape goes up to the counter and orders the same thing he’s ordered every day from Starbucks for over a decade. “After all this time?” asks the barista. “Always,” he replies.

Umbridge likes the red holiday cups, but wonders if they come in pink.

Gilderoy Lockhart insists that he is a naturally gifted barista. He starts a small fire behind the counter.

Professor Sprout orders a herbal tea. It’s so hot that it emits a high-pitched whistling. Several patrons of the Starbucks keel over.

Professor Sinistra orders a dark roast, but the baristas forget to make it.

Minerva McGonagall usually orders a grande non-fat latte, no whip, half-caf every morning at precisely 7:40AM, but it’s game day, so she gets a red velvet frappucino with caramel bits on top to match her red and gold outfit, complete with face paint. She’s grown attached to the trophy in her office and isn’t keen on giving it up to Professor Snape.

Firenze goes into the Starbucks, and the centaurs will never let him back out.

Professor Quirrell orders a caramel brulee latte and a dark roast. “Two coffees just for you, sir?” asks the barista. “I… I’m addicted to caffeine,” Quirrell responds nervously while simultaneously coughing, somehow.

Professor Trelawney orders hot tea for everyone in the Starbucks, then proceeds to read everyone’s leaves. Unsurprisingly, 100% of the patrons are doomed to die within the fortnight. She puts the drinks on Dumbledore’s tab.

Dumbledore orders the phoenix latte. The baristas follow his instructions carefully, only to have it explode upon completion. They can’t believe they trusted him for so long only to have this be the end goal after all.