Ginevra Weasley + The Hogwarts years
Ginevra Weasley was very punk rock, thank you very much. She was so punk rock that she was penpals with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at age of eleven.
Sure, Harry was great (after all, had she not had a crush on him since she first met him?), but this princess could battle the dragons on her own.
Honestly, it was just that a lot of things suddenly became easier after she got out of the Chamber alive and well, and nothing much bothered her after that.
She still picked the lock on the toolshed and secretly rode on a broomstick until she was accepted in the team, and she still loved having a butterbeer mustache, but she no longer had her eyes only for Harry and she no longer cared about her family’s views of what a young lady should do.
No, the only thing she grew to care about was the fact that anything was possible if you had enough nerve.
*Very, very heavy breathing*
Lydia fanart for my best friend Ichigo. :3
do you think sneaking out is ever a problem at hogwarts? like beyond secret passages to hogsmeade for late-night hogsmeade.
imagine there’s this small muggle scottish town not far from hogwarts. just a quick broom hop.
and some especially rambunctious muggleborns start hanging out around there. they sneak out on days no one’s looking for students, quidditch matches and hogsmeade weekends.
sometimes they go to the little movie theater and the workers are always baffled. this town isn’t exactly a tourist spot, but every so often, a group of kids just show up out of nowhere. there’s a core few, but there’s always at least a couple who watch these movies like they’ve never even heard of the concept of the moving picture before. and they just sit there with their eyes wide and these big smiles.
and they always go out to eat after, but never to a restaurant, no. they go to the convenience store and wipe out the junk food and candy aisle. and they carry the leftovers like they’re going into hibernation.
sometimes it’s just a couple of them. they sit at the cafe and the waitresses all eavesdrop on them because they say the weirdest things like “it’s so nice to eat without wax dripping on our heads, eh?” or “you look kind of different under electric lighting. i’m not used to it.”
their only friend in town is the guy who works in the music shop. they hardly ever buy anything, but the guy plays the newest music for them whenever they stop in. he fills them in on new albums and singles that just came out. a few girls ask about one tv show. he doesn’t pry, but once one of the teens told him they just “don’t have access to this stuff”
sometimes they just sit in the park all day, drinking soda and eating candy bars, and just read magazines, with more piled around them.
it’s not that they wish they weren’t at hogwarts or that it’s a prison to break out of. sometimes being surrounded by magic can just be too much. they get homesick for a whole other way of life.
after the war, percy struggles. he feels he has been on the losing side all his life, and suddenly he is thrust into the spotlight, his own wartime acts raised up with the heroics of his family. he tries to hide behind his ministry job, behind his wife, but he still feels out of place. everything changes, though, when his daughters are born. the divorce with audrey makes sense to both of them, and suddenly percy is alone with the girls while she tries to find her own way in the world. but he is more than happy to care for them, and they are perfectly happy with him as well. the news of the divorce even brings the rest of his family back to him, to give him the help he needs. all that matters to percy, though, is that everything in his life has led him to these two little girls, and he finally understands where he is meant to belong.
it has been a long journey, but he feels loved and accepted, and in the eyes of his daughters, he feels like a hero.
hamlet /// film noir
"i am very proud, revengeful, ambitious,
with more offences at my beck
than i have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time
to act them in. what should such fellows as i do
crawling between earth and heaven?
we are arrant knaves, all;
believe none of us."
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