#angelina johnson
“A toilet seat? Really? Is it toomuch to ask for onenormal Valentine?”
“I don’t know. I like it. I’d dismantle the Ministry for you,” Angelina folds the note and tucks it away, “It’s touching.”
Alicia glares at her.
“It’s fitting,” Angelina continues, “We’re not normal.”
“Clearly.”
“Aberrations of the bell curve. At least if the troll-turd lot is to be believed.”
“We don’t have to be. Abnormal.”
“It’s a lot more fucking fun though, innit? Someone’s willing to take on this shite Ministry, sitting in Malfoy’s pocket, just for us. It’s romantic.”
“I worry for you sometimes.”
“Touching, ‘Licia. I’ll be here, fucking their shit up. Whipping my braids in their troll-faces. Dumbledore’s Army.”
“It’s a good thing.”
“Yeah. Not normal, though. Normalpeople stick around waiting for Ministry flyers. Get flowers for Valentines.”
“All right, all right, you’ve made your point.”
“About fucking time.”
Her hand goes up to her hair. Worms. But then, she’d have to be normal, like the rest of them. Forget and hide, always weak.
She didn’t have time for that. No one had time for that. No one with sense anyway. Quidditch. NEWTs. War. Normal people worried about normal things instead of the things that really mattered. The big things. The statistical outliers. The Ministry.
Well, she worried about them. The toilet seat and the accompanying note was a touching reminder. I’d dismantle the Ministry for you. The kind of love note a smart witch loves to get.
None of them were normal. None of the people who wore red, anyway. Not Fred, not George, not Katie, not Alicia, not Lee, not her. Somebody had to be abnormal, if normal meant a life of corruption and violence and slurs thrown about casually as though they were not intended to make some people less equal than other people.
“Wearedoing the right thing, right?”
“Yeah,” Angelina considers the toilet seat on the bed in front of her, “Should tell Fred this doesn’t mean he can skive off Quidditch practice though.”
(Angelina Johnson requested by anon. Valentine+ toilet seat born of discussion between essayofthoughts and myself.)
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The fantastic @clairee-delunee is here to show some love to our fave under-appreciated Harry Pottercharacters—and we’re here to ogle Charlie Weasley’s tattooed forearms until someone forcibly removes us from the premises.
Characters from the top down, left to right:
Charlie Weasley // Regulus Black // Dean Thomas & Seamus Finnegan // Oliver Wood // Hannah Abbott // Paravti Patil & Lavender Brown // Susan Bones // Angelina Johnson
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George & Angelina HC:
- In their last year at Hogwarts, Jordan teaches George how to braid properly, by letting him practice on his own hair.
- He wants to learn how to impress Angelina.
- Her mom, a Muggle, used to do it for her without magic.
- He remembers her saying this and he wants to surprise her.
- He’s not too bad at first but can tell Jordan’s trying not hurt his feelings when he starts gripping the sheets of his bed tightly.
- Fred tried once. He never tries again.
- By Thanksgiving he can do the basics quickly and neatly, so Jordan teaches him how to do fancier things like corn-rows, goddess braids, box braids, etc.
- He shows him other things, like silk scarves that protect the curls and products that she might like.
- On Christmas Eve he surprises Angelina by braiding her hair. It’s a little messy because his hands are shaking and her hair is longer than Jordan’s.
- It’s not perfect, but she snogs him senseless and her eyes get misty because it’s the sweetest thing someone’s ever done for her.
- On Christmas she opens the present of silk scarves, hair masks and other products that Jordan helped him pick out.
- It becomes a habit, even after Hogwarts, that he braids her hair before all her Quidditch matches. She says it brings her luck.
- When she starts living with the Twins and Jordan, she shows him how to tie up her hair with the scarves before bed.
- When she’s sick he braids, unbraids and rebraids her hair until she falls asleep.
- She tries braiding his hair once when it’s still long, and it turns out hilarious. She cuts it for him afterwards in the Muggle way. Fred uses magic to make his look the same.
- When Fred II is born George helps him learn to braid using his mother’s hair. He wants to know why his dad is teaching him this and that’s how they tell him he’s getting a little sister.
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Don’t get me wrong I stan that gryffindor quidditch team in the first three books but are you seriously telling me the best 7 quidditch players in the entire house are a 5th year, four 3rd years, a 2nd year and a 1st year? As in the sport that the entirety of the wizarding world is obsessed with and seem to spend their whole childhoods playing? really?
gryffindor´s quidditch girls
Angelina Johnson (b. 1977)
“What an amazing Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too!”
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pocpotterweek → woc!potterweek day one: LGBT+
“girlfriends who work out together stay together”
“flirting won’t get you out of doing laps, katie”
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Secondary students: Gryffindor Quidditch
Oliver, Angelina, Katie, Alicia
See also: Harry and Ron |Fred and George|Ginny|James|Minerva|All HP Portraits
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✨Gryffindor Quidditch girls getting ready for the Yule Ball✨
Finally done! This piece was haunting me for the last few weeks and it never seemed to come together until it did. Word of advice for my fellow artists, sometime you just have to push through the hard parts; it’s never going to be perfect, so know when to say “good enough”.❤️
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Secondary students: Gryffindor Quidditch
Oliver, Angelina, Katie, AliciaSee also: Harry and Ron |Fred and George|Ginny|James|Minerva|All HP Portraits
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A small company in a huge hall is discussing something. In the meantime, mischief managed! My drawing for Hogwarts Houses Zine.
+ My stickers for Hogwarts Houses Zine.
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[Gryffindor Quidditch team waiting in the locker room when Oliver bursts through the door late for the first time ever]
Oliver: Sorry I’m late! I was doing… things.
The team:…
[later that night in the Gryffindor common room when Percy comes back from Head Boy duties]
Fred & George @ Percy: Hi ‘things’!
Percy:*confused*What?
Oliver:*embarrassed* What?! No– I mean… You know? You can’t possibly know!
Katie @ Angelina and Alicia: Well that confirms our suspicion.
Alicia: Well I’ll be damned, it finally happened!
[Oliver in the Quidditch locker room hurriedly filling out a future careers plan form McGonagall said he had to complete before training]
Oliver: What does “desired occupation” mean?
Angelina: It’s what you want to do, Oliver.
Oliver: *nods as he writes down Percy Weasley*
I was thinking about Harry & Cho’s disastrous date and there was a post-it note next to my hand so… happy late valentines day!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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George didn’t say yes, the first time. Or the second. Or the third. Or the fifteenth.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like her. It was impossible to dislike Angelina. There was a warmth that followed in her footsteps, a light she carried from place to place. Like those auras that Trelawney had always nattered on about (not that he believed a word she said).
It wasn’t even that she had dated Fred. He knew that she knew he wasn’t his brother. Even if he hadn’t just the one ear, he and Fred had never been totally identical. Fred was quicker in everything- in laughter, in anger, in forgiveness. George had always been the planner, the one who coordinated their most elaborate pranks, designed their most intricate devices. Not many people realized how hard his brain worked behind his cheerful facade. But Angelina did.
George liked Angelina. He even loved her, just a little. She was the one he called up when he couldn’t sleep because his flat was too empty. She took the things he couldn’t bear to look at anymore. He had told her to throw them away, but he knew she had them hidden in a closet somewhere. She would drop by the shop at least once a week with a sandwich or pasty, knowing he often forgot to stop for lunch.
Yet every time she asked him to come for dinner, or for a pint, or to a Quidditch match, he said no.
Because if he went with her, it meant a new phase of his life was beginning. One that would begin and end without his other half. He would start his life with Angelina and it would be one that Fred never could, never would have.
A year passed. Memorials were held. Graves were visited. Stories were told. Days began and ended and the world spun on.
And then, one morning, George woke up and his flat felt empty. But it wasn’t Fred that was missing. It was a certain warmth, a certain life, a certain sense of vitality and hope.
So he made a reservation at his favorite restaurant. He combed his hair and bought some daisies and chose his least wrinkled robes. And he asked Angelina a question.
She said yes the first time.
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Hermione, Fleur, and Angelina have a nearly unbreakable bond between them as Weasley wives. It goes beyond family to dip into real friendship, and beyond friendship because it is wrapped up and rooted in family. There’s a fair amount of dependence upon each other in there, too, as none of them could imagine either Weasleyhood or motherhood alone.
They could not be more different from each other, but somehow Hermione’s nerve, Fleur’s authority, and Angelina’s x-ray intuition complement each other perfectly. They know that one day, they’ll be the ones carrying the family, shaping the future for their children and grandchildren, and holding everyone’s secrets close to their chests. One day, the family will depend upon them as much as the three of them depend on each other.
As much as George and Angelina like to laugh, they’re also the kind of couple who can take the piss out of each other without even cracking a smile, so deadpan that people who don’t know them well might think they were serious.
