THE MAGIC BEGINS - A Harry Potter Challenge Day 1: Favorite Character
Sirius Black
My love could be wrapped up in one scene where he says, “If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals” and then spends the rest of the book insulting Kreacher.
THE MAGIC BEGINS - A Harry Potter Challenge » Emily and I thought we all need a little more HP in our lives again so we came up with this 30 Day Photoshop -challenge to revive all the feels.
1 - Favourite character.
2 - Favourite book.
3 - Favourite movie.
4 - Favourite ship.
5 - Favourite house/your house.
6 - Most powerful quote/favourite lines.
7 - Favourite scene.
8 - A scene you really wanted to be in the movies, but wasn’t.
9 - A character you feel the need to defend.
10 - Saddest scene.
11 - A character death you wish didn’t happen.
12 - Favourite canon ship/couple.
13 - Favourite Wizarding Family.
14 -Favourite villain/anti-hero/antagonist.
15 - Dreamcast for your favourite character(s).
16 -Favourite scenery/locations.
17 - Favourite marauder.
18 - A ship you like, but you think everyone else doesn’t.
19 - Funniest moment.
20 - Favourite Professor.
21 - Favourite spell/curse.
22 - Favourite patronus/your patronus.
23 - Dumbledore’s Army? The Order of the Phoenix? or The Death Eaters?
24 - Scariest scene/character.
25 - Favourite class.
26 - A really emotional scene/moment.
27 - Favourite friendship.
28 - A ship you wish everyone else is into.
29 - A character you’d like to see more of on your dashboard.
30 - Favourite memory of the HP fandom. (This can be in text form)
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“…and after a while Harry found himself taking it out simply to stare at Ginny’s name in the girls’ dormitory, wondering whether the instensity with which he gazed at it might break into her sleep, that she would somehow know he was thinking about her, hoping that she was all right.”
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lolol.
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Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep right through the alarm and forget to get you up for work. Or call you home from work to kill a spider. Or refuse to speak to you after finding out you’ve never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. Or spend the last of the rent money on five kinds of soap. Or sell your textbooks for cash halfway through the semester. Or leave you love notes in your pockets. Or wash you pants with Post-It notes in the pockets so your laundry comes out covered in bits of wet paper. They might cry if the Post-It notes are unread all over your pants. It’s an unpredictable life.
But what happens if a writer falls in love with you?
This is a little more predictable. You will find your hemp necklace with the glass mushroom pendant around the neck of someone at a bus stop in a short story. Your favorite shoes will mysteriously disappear, and show up in a poem. The watch you always wear, the watch you own but never wear, the fact that you’ve never worn a watch: they suddenly belong to characters you’ve never known. And yet they’re you. They’re not you; they’re someone else entirely, but they toss their hair like you. They use the same colloquialisms as you. They scratch their nose when they lie like you. Sometimes they will be narrators; sometimes protagonists, sometimes villains. Sometimes they will be nobodies, an unimportant, static prop. This might amuse you at first. Or confuse you. You might be bewildered when books turn into mirrors. You might try to see yourself how your beloved writer sees you when you read a poem about someone who has your middle name or prose about someone who has never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. These poems and novels and short stories, they will scatter into the wind. You will wonder if you’re wandering through the pages of some story you’ve never even read. There’s no way to know. And no way to erase it. Even if you leave, a part of you will always be left behind.
If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.
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BASICALLY TUMBLR.
ten bucks says if anyone on tumblr took this class we’d ace the FUCK out of it
Can I take this class?
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