loquaciousliterature:

Yesss Luna, do it! You’re probably the only one who could pull off that look anyway… 🙂

Phew! This is my longest comic to date. I didn’t want to cut out the Hermione sadness or the Luna goodness, so I decided to make it 13 panels long instead of 10! I hope you guys enjoy!! 🙂

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marauders70s:

pinkdementors:

upon reflection nearly headless nick and harry were bros honestly like not only did harry skip a delicious feast to attend nick’s deathday party but also when sirius died the first person harry really spoke to about it was nick to ask him about the possibility of sirius becoming a ghost? and like harry always makes a point of speaking to nick at every welcoming feast and in turn nick always looks out for harry when he’s up to shenanigans and gets really offended anytime anyone tries to question that he’s harry potter’s primary ghost friend and ally. a truly iconic friendship

don’t forget that nick took a death blow for students from a basilisk and harry was really upset about it because no one knew if they could revive a (dead?) ghost

stagdoewolfdog:

vondrakenhof:

prongsmydeer:

I hope Sirius constantly turned into a dog to get out of arguments with James, because it would mean that James was left with the following options:

  • Being known as the crazy man who is arguing with a dog
  • Rough-housing, and being known as the man who is mean to dogs
  • Submitting to Sirius’s literal puppy-dog eyes, and losing almost every argument they have from the age of 15 onward

The fourth option is to turn into a deer and continue the argument.

Hogwarts student: *walks in on a deer and dog barking at each other*

Hogwarts student: 

Hogwarts student: why does this keep happening

nyodrite:

“…lonely?” Charlie murmured to himself softly, in disbelief. Then, seeing that the sentiment – the concern – seemed to be genuine, he went on, “I – don’t understand. I have a job that is engaging and that I love, friends that I can laugh with and who’d be at my side if I were in trouble along with a family that loves me and supports me even if at times they cannot agree with me. How can I be lonely?

“That’s all well and good, but what about a partner – someone to share your life with?”

“I have that.” He said, confused on why this wasn’t self-evident. “I have that in my brother, who I talk to at least once a week about anything and everything. I have that in my best friend, who I meet up with twice a month and who stays over for a few days each month just to be together.”

It hit Charlie, then, as to what exactly the conversation was really about.

“No it’s not sex,” He said, feeling no remorse at the twitch his blunt statement caused. “And no, I don’t plan on marrying or a – a relationship that you seem to be expecting. But – the absence of both of these things doesn’t somehow make my life lesser or not as fulfilling as yours.”

“I’m happy,” Charlie said, firmly and making eye-contact in hopes of driving this fact home. “I promise you I am, so don’t worry about me being lonely, okay?”