I cannot fucking believe this, I’m gonna sing in a concert next week that has been planned since last october, that I’m taking a week off for so I can be there for all the rehearsals which we’ve known the dates of for literal months and someone in the planning group chat just asked when the concert is
Because of the new leaks (🙄 ) and so many people posting about them I feel I’ve finally reached a point where I have to disengage from the fandom to not completely ruin what’s left of my GoT/ASOIAF experience.
This means I will unfollow a lot of people. This is nothing against anyone - I’ve only (obviously) engaged with people & followed blogs I really like. 💚 I’ll probably follow you all again later at some point.
To keep at least a minimum of enjoyment during the rest of GoT I feel I just have to take a break from the fandom and all this spoiler craziness/bitterness.
Honestly, I don't even need to send you emojis, because I adore you, and it's been so amazing to have been able to meet such a wonderful person like you. We have these silly "insecurities" but it's always nice to know that WEIRDLY ENOUGH WE REASSURE EACH OTHER. Damn whipple <3 I can't even begin to tell you how I enjoy having you in my life, and I hope it stays that way for a long, long time. Love you very much so.
YOUUUUUUUUUU. <333333333333 I treasure this message and YOU!!! When I jumped into Cars fandom I pretty much assumed I wasn’t actually going to meet anyone or make friends but then Cars fandom took me in like fam. And you were the very first, my queen. WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE YOU??! <333333 Here’s an inside joke for you! (It’s a Reassuring Zucchini.)
Hermione strode across hers and Ginny’s shared room at the burrow to the well used purple armchair in the corner. Harry, Ron, and Ginny had finally stopped arguing over quidditch plays and gone outside to test some out. She, naturally, had opted to go inside and read instead.
Hermione plucked her book off the side table and sunk into the chair, tucking her feet beneath her. The book was one of her favourites and it showed. The edges of the cover were curled and the pages well worn.
She had only made it through a couple of paragraphs before a charmed letter flew under her door at such a speed it swept pictures off the wall as it zipped past. The letter slowed and flipped repeatedly in front of Hermione as if trying to catch her already caught attention.
Hermione reached out and snached the letter out of the air and carefully opened it.
The letter was short and written in fast smudged writing. It read;
Please come to our room immediately. Bring your wand. Medical emergency. Need help.
~F & G”
Hermione stared at the letter. On one hand the twins could seriously be hurt and need help. On the other hand this could be a trap to prank her. She cautiously stepped over to the door and opened in a crack, listening for any sounds of mayhem. Hearing nothing, she opened the door slightly more and peaked out into the hall way. No nets, fogs, unknown containers, or redheads could be seen.
Hermione made up her mind. She stuck the letter in her back pocket, grabbed her wand off the bed where she had set it down, and half jogged down the hall to Fred and George’s room.
She slowed to a stop in front of their singed door. She waited a second more before knocking on the frame.
“DON’T COME IN!!!!” Two voices shouted back frantically, making Hermione jump.
“You asked me to come here!” Hermione yelled back in at them, pressing her ear to the door. “What’s going on in there?”
“It’s just Hermione!” One of them hissed. “She can help!”
“You sent the letter?!” The other replied.
“Of course I did! We’ve already tried every spell we know!”
“I don’t want her to see us like this!”
“Why not? She’s seen the aftermath of our experiments before!”
“You know why, shut up!”
“Just say you’re me.”
“Oh yeah, you’re right, that’ll totally work. EXCEPT THEN THERE’LL BE TWO OF YOU!”
“Then I’ll say I’m you.”
“That doesn’t solve the problem!”
“Look,” Hermione called, “do you want my help or not? Because I don’t like to be interrupted when I’m in the middle of reading.”
“Don’t open the door George!” Fred’s voice hissed at his brother.
The door swung open suddenly and what Hermione saw made her mouth drop open in amused surprise.
There stood the Weasley twins, one looking rather more embarrassed then the other, absolutely covered head to toe in glitter.
“Wow.” Was all Hermione could manage without bursting into a fit of laughter.
“It’s not funny!” George exclaimed.
“Oh it is funny,” Hermione giggled, “but in what world is this a medical emergency?”
“In the world where there’s glitter in my eyes!” Fred insisted, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Are you going to help or are you just going to stand there and laugh at us?”
“I think I’ll do a bit of both.” Hermione teased him.
George laughed, earning himself a very pointed glare from Fred whose cheeks burned as red as his hair.
“Okay,” Hermione collected herself, still smiling, “it’s really quite simple, we just need some mandrake root, gilly juice, water, and a caldron.”
The twins ran to their closet and began frantically rummaging through the boxes of ingredients.
Hermione giggled at the twins desperation to get unglitterbombed. ‘Fred sure looks cute when he’s blushing’ she thought to herself.
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