imaginarycircus:

nxrcissamxlfoy:

Headcanon that of fucking course Mcgonagall was invited to Ron and Hermione’s wedding and that during the reception Ron approached her at her table and held out his hand and asked her to dance, “you know, for old times’ sake.”

They’d done the first dance as a couple and the dance with his mum. He’d danced with Ginny and a rather tipsy Harry who couldn’t stop saying, “I love you, man. WE ARE BROTHERS!” No matter how many times Ron agreed that they’d been brothers for more than a decade, Harry just shook his head and grinned until Ginny took him off for water and possibly a sobering charm. But there was one more person he had to dance with. She hadn’t danced at all this evening and it wasn’t right.

He wove through crowd, nearly losing an eye to Scamander and Luna who were imitating some creature they’d found in the wilds of the Yukon. He found Minverva McGonagall, seated next to Hagrid. She was wearing plain black robes, but near the collar she’d pinned a small brooch shaped like a phoenix.

“What is it, Weasley?” She inspected his outstretched hand.

“May I have this dance, professor?” He asked solemnly because she’d say no if she thought he was poking fun.

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Once

mikefrawley:

Once there was a reason to awaken
promise sparkled with each new day
there were songs there was laughter
colors vibrant danced within the grey 

Once believing we’d make a change
we walked as one the endless miles
only later to find we were left behind
in a world where no one ever smiles 

Once our world was a lovely garden
roses blooming dewdrops glistening  
then greed became our mantra now
no one cares and no one’s listening

Once we were but innocent children
taking for granted that we would win
then naivete was cruelly taken away  
and our once will never return again

Deja Vu’s All Over Again

rhymesalot:

Poems can be weak or they can be strong
They don’t need meter, just won’t be a song
Poems don’t have to be good or be deep
They just have to be yours, so take the leap
Write to write, there is no wrong
Poetry evolves and life is long

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cumberknitterfiles:

fieldbears:

pocketpadfoot:

Imagine James Potter getting wasted and making a bet with Sirius that he can totally transform into his Animagus shape no biggie - and it goes fine but then he’s too drunk to change back and Muggles get confronted with this really drunk deer roaming the streets pursued by a man who can’t stop laughing

or

I reblogged this but I need to reblog it again because of that fucking gif