A muggle-born’s sibling sends them a howler in the middle of the school year and it arrives while they eat. When they open it, all it does is simply scream “WHAT TEAM?”. Nearly all the muggle-borns shout “WILDCATS!” before returning to their meal, leaving the pure-bloods in total confusion of what the hell they just witnessed.
I like how all of these 11-17 year olds are just going to school with vampires and werewolves and giant spiders and vicious three-headed dogs in their backyard, yet they need a permission slip with an iron-clad parent/guardian signature to go have a harmless butterbeer at the nearby wizarding village.
Okay, Hogwarts. Okay.
If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.
i need to get a life tbh
THE R E IT IS THERE IT IS HOLY SHIT THERE IT IS !!!!! THERE IT IS ! THERE IT FUCKING IS ! THERE IT IS ! here it is
Lmao like I could even get any action damn
I shoulda been alwoeep hours ago especially since I’m getting over a huge headache rn and like none of this is helping