When You’re In The Middle Of Reading Tyrants Tomb, They’re In The Middle Of A Battle, And Apollo’s

All I can think about is how I would bat have wanted Mozart as my music teacher....

A FLUTE NEEDS TO BREATH

#flute #HELPME #sothisiswhatmylifelookslikenow #nomozart #mozart #wolfgangamadeusmozart #music #band

Types of people: Fantasy Worlds

Hogwarts: Always has room for more people in their home. Candle-lit dinners. Cuddling in front of fireplaces. Strong aesthetics. Gets confused easily. Not as dedicated to their studying as they pretend to be.

Neverland: Kindred spirit. Loves flying and travelling but only has one true home. Constantly on an adventure. Barefoot. Thrill Seeker. Dreams big. Sneaking out at midnight for an adventure.

Wonderland: Laughs the hardest out of all at their own jokes. Artistic. Sometimes can’t tell up from down. Loses track of time constantly. May or may not be on drugs. Tea lover. Trying to find their way.

Narnia: Still in the closet. Misunderstood. Cares a lot. Has a rough past. Always has cold hands and feet. Fighting to become a better person. Has a lot of love in their heart to share.

Camp Half-Blood: Does a lot of stupid things. Has a lot of fighting spirit. Not one for technology. Loves mythology. Bit of a geek at heart. Has been through a lot since they were kids.

Ooo: Comes off as the craziest person you have ever met. Constantly doing weird things. Doesn’t care what other people have to say. Keeps on going no matter what. Has a lot of spirit.

ive always thought it was weird how the common rooms of each hogwarts house was supposed to be this mystery for the other houses but harry and ron could still find the slytherin dorms pretty easily in book two. I mean, everyone has a general idea of where the other houses are located (gryffindor and ravenclaw in a tower, hufflepuff in the basement etc) and that might be fine for the other houses but do you hinestly think slytherin - the most cunning and untrusting house of all would be okay with having their common rooms so easily disclosible. NO way. I think the slytherin common rooms that harry and ron go to in chamber of secrets is a fake room to distract anyone who is trying to snoop in on the slytherins. Thats why its all dark and inhospitable and evil aura types because thats what the other houses think of slytherin. So if anyone finds this fake common room, they won’t doubt its authenticity. And meanwhile, the slytherins actually have a really luxurious and comfortable hideout in a completely different part of the castle funded by their rich pureblood parents   and thats why the common rooms you saw in book two are so ugly while in reality slytherin common rooms- the house full of spoiled rich pureblood prats -  should be the most extravagant and over the top thing in the whole school 

Alright. I found this on Pinterest....

SOMEBODY EXPLAIN WHAT THIS IS TO ME!!!!!!!

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This:/ means that it’s a paragraph change❣️/“Well, this is a change in scenery.”/ “What the hell, Harry we’re in the dungeons.”/ Harry rolls his eyes and leans his head against the damp, slimy walls. “I was being sarcastic, Draco.”/ Draco let out a humph and moved his feet to keep the rats off. “This all could’ve been avoided if you didn’t want to sneak into the fucking High Castle of Atlantis.” Draco snarled, sharp grey eyes focusing on Harry’s almost relaxed face./ “They had good jewels. They do have good jewels. You had the idea to sneak into the Crown Room!” Harry said, eyes flashing in the darkness./ “Well, your father is going to murder us.” Draco said, kicking a rat away./ “Not if these Atlantis people do first.”/ “Harry!”/ “Sorry, but it’s true.” Harry smirked and shifted, trying to get comfortable on the stone floor that hurt his bottom./ “Think about Lady Ginerva. When you don’t come home-.” Draco started, eyes narrowing at Harry’s insolence. Some days, Draco didn’t know why he followed him./ “We all know Lady Ginerva would be happier with Zabini. Have you seen the way she looks at him?” Harry snarled, clenching his chained fists./ “She’s still engaged to you. My so called engagement woman died a year ago, be happy you still have Ginerva.” Draco turned his head to the floor and saw the red eyes of rats flashing in the darkness. At least they weren’t alone, he thought grimly./“Fucking hell.” Draco cursed, as the dungeon doors opened./“Language, thief.”

Part Two coming soon!

Inspired by this post by @blvnk-art :

(also i wrote this with 'To Build A Home' by The Cinematic Orchestra in the background, maybe you could too)

It wasn't a particularly special day, the first time she did it. It was just another afternoon, not long after they had finished unpacking the furniture in their new house. Dust motes still danced lazily through the air where they were thrown by the movement of boxes and plastic coverings, lit up by the beam of sunlight that lay across them where they sat, squeezed onto the same armchair.

"Harry."

"Yes, Ginny dear?" Harry shifted his head from where it rested against her shoulder to look at her, marvelling as he always did at the way her hair looked when it caught the light just so.

"Had you noticed all our furniture was red?" She moved, almost imperceptibly, to look right back at him. He wasn't sure how she did it, but her eyes always seemed to see through him, even when they glinted with amusement like they did now. "Or gold. Or a yellow that could almost be called gold."

"Mm? I hadn't noticed." Harry broke their gaze. He knew he couldn't keep a straight face if he carried on looking at her, with that little half-smile.

"Its almost like they're Gryffindor colours, darling." Her arms wound their way around his neck, fingers tracing tiny absent-minded patterns there as she smiled at him.

"Oh, what a.. lovely coincidence."

"Yes, a...coincidence."

They both broke into laughter. Harry took another look at Ginny as she closed her eyes and laughed, nose scrunching up as she laughed in that way that always made him want to kiss her, drawing your eye to those freckles that he thought really looked like some kind of artwork, particularly held in the sun like this. Her skin was smoothed over by the light, and looked as soft as it felt as he stroked a thumb over Ginny's cheek, holding her face in that mesmerised way he always did.

At some point she stopped laughing and noticed him staring. Ginny looked down at Harry, shifting her legs in his lap and moving one hand to lie on top of his.

"You do know that I understand that, right?" Her eyes met his with such gentleness, and the way she held him meant that of course he knew, of course he knew she understood because Ginny saw him. She smiled, Harry's hand drifted down from her face to rest securely on the small of her back.

Ginny hesisted, just for a moment, before bringing both hands up to his face. She helf him, and Harry closed his eyes as fingertips joined the sun in caressing his face with love and warmth. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, her fingers working through the knots and tangles there, letting the whole of his face feel the last kiss of the sun. He felt her hands leave his face, and nearly opened his eyes.

Then, she pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. Not just his forehead, to the lightening shaped scar that had brought them so much trouble.

For just a split second he froze in fear, a breath caught in his throat, the sensation awakening an old fear. The moment of fear was shattered when a strand of Ginny's hair brushed his neck, and he caught the scent of her perfume in the air. As he relaxed, he could almost feel his brain beginning to whir as he contemplated the meaning of what she had just done, the safety and surety of being in her presence, the weight of her on his lap and reality of her held there in his hands, permanent and loving and good. The moment passed and she sat up to look at him, in that simple way only she could, as though she had not just done something so meaningful and tender he thought his heart might explode.

"Ginny?"

"Yes Harry?"

He grinned at her. "Nothing." He reached up to pull her in to a kiss. He was safe here. Never had there been a place safer for him than her arms. He was safe.

All was well.

AS ALWAYS MY LOVELIES, THIS:/ MEANS PARAGRAPH BREAK! TADA

Eyeing the prefect nervously, Libby walked down the stairs into the rather dim dungeons./ “Why are we down here?” Libby whispered to Maggie, who smiled brightly./ “Our common room is down here, I read all about it!”/ the prefect waved at a green robed boy who eyes the Hufflepuffs with a raised eyebrow and a smirk./ “Why does he look at us like that?” Libby asked, skidding away from the boy./ The prefect turned the corner and they passed a portrait with a pear, a banana, and a apple. The chattering behind them made Libby turn around and stare nervously at the group of green robed teenagers watching them walk./ “He’s Slytherin, how should I know?” Maggie winked at the Slytherin boy and he mock bowed, his lip curling in a even more ridiculing smirk./ The common room was warm with fire and yellow and black walls, comfy beanbags and large sofas crowded around the rather large fire place./ Libby loved it immediately. She inched her way up to the front of the line when the prefect called that first years should follow her. There was a brightly lit hallway leading away from all the rest of the chattering Hufflepuffs that lounged in the common room./ “My name is Hecate, your wonderful and lovely prefect!” Announced the girl as she flipped her hair and beckoned the shivering first years closer. “The head boy and girl will be in shortly, and meanwhile I will hand out your robes and journaling notebook.”/ Hecate spoke in a brisk tone, like Mcgonagall. And like Mcgonagall, it had an underlying warmth that made Libby comfortable in her presence./ As the robes and journals went around Libby was jostled away from Maggie and was shoved a robe, tie, and sparkly notebook. It had a color changin wand holster, a wand warmer, and a black and yellow pen./ Just then the head boy walked in, followed by the head girl. The head girl had black hair that shone in the light and dark skin that blazed in the fire. The head boy had narrowed ice blue eyes and the most tousled blonde hair Libby had ever seen./ “Why do you guys look so scared? We won’t bite?” The head boy exclaimed as he raked his eyes over them all./ “I’m Merci Billons and that’s Joseph Jameson. We are your head boy and head girl, not necessarily in that order, and, we are here to explain the rules.” Merci clapped and everyone silenced./ Libby shifted her weight and caught her wand holster from slipping./ Joseph began to speak but Merci stopped him by putting an arm across his chest./ “These are the rules, take notes, and fast. Rule number one! Do not listen to the Gryffindor we are not all weak pushovers!,” Her arms extended and hate flashed in her eyes as they narrowed into smoking cauldrons of burning destruction./ Libby blinked and opened her notebook, sweaty hands shaking and trying to get the pen to right./ “Rule number two! Do not listen to the Ravenclaws, we are not all dumb!”/ The boy interceded, hands clenched into fists by his side as he stiffened, the obvious memory of being called just that being recalled./ Libby placed her things on the ground and kneeled, not minding the awkward position she could be in, she wrote fast and furious, cursing in her mind as the ink blurred. Curse her left handed sweatiness./ “And rule number 3!” Hecate stood and tilted her head, gesturing to the way we had come, where we had seen the green robed teens, “Get very close to the Slytherins because they love us and will do whatever we want!”/ Libby stood and gathered her stuff, smiling nervously at the three older kids and shuffling backwards. At the sight of them all the other Hufflepuffs cheered and applauded them./ “Tomorrow we go visit the Slytherins, ey?” Yelled a boy from the back of the class./ His response was from Merci, “Shut up, you Canadian!”

Honestly I just wanted to draw a fake dramatic anime screenshot, but it turned into Jason and Piper angst :’)

this is the last weekend of 2019, just saying

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