"I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures."
— Gail Caldwell, Let’s Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship (via larmoyante)
A word of caution: dementors are vicious creatures. They will not distinguish between the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way. Therefore I must warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. It’s not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving.
"Watch what you’re doing, James!" Lily exclaimed, pushing his hand away from his cauldron. The potion inside was bubbling furiously, and she glared at him.
"Sorry Evans," he said, abashed. "It’s just hard for me to focus with the most beautiful potions expert standing next to me," he explained with a grin.
Lily blushed, but tried to keep her expression stern. “Just… try not to blow up your cauldron, Potter. I like my eyebrows as they are.”
"Me too," James agreed, still grinning as he continued dropping ingredients into his cauldron.
I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss. And a prince I’m hoping comes with this.
Today I saw the single most shocking thing I have seen in my entire life