notes from the wizarding world

For all the HP nerds out there. Magical dreams, foibles, & fuckups. Occasionally just a look at the humdrum of daily magical life. Photos are not mine unless otherwise stated. Harry Potter & his universe are not mine either. Feel free to ask me anything; I am also here and my HP fic is archived here. I will no longer be updating daily in 2014, but submissions will remain open, although I can't guarantee that your submission will be posted. By and large, there are no warnings for what you may find here, so scroll carefully.
2nd May 13
On May 2nd, though NEWTs are fast approaching, I go to visit my friend, the first one I made on the Hogwarts Express. The first first-year to approach Professor Longbottom when he was just seventh-year Gryffindor Neville, tall and steady and yet a pariah. The first first-year to trust that mad, spooky Ravenclaw who guided us away from the Carrows. The first first year to impress wild, flashing-eyed Ginny Weasley (now catching Quaffles opposite Krum) by mastering Shield Charms. The only first year to die.
But still my friend.
(photo submitted by retrousse)

On May 2nd, though NEWTs are fast approaching, I go to visit my friend, the first one I made on the Hogwarts Express. The first first-year to approach Professor Longbottom when he was just seventh-year Gryffindor Neville, tall and steady and yet a pariah. The first first-year to trust that mad, spooky Ravenclaw who guided us away from the Carrows. The first first year to impress wild, flashing-eyed Ginny Weasley (now catching Quaffles opposite Krum) by mastering Shield Charms. The only first year to die.

But still my friend.

(photo submitted by retrousse)

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