#dean thomas
Ron: I wish I could hang guys but I gotta go hit the books.
Harry, Seamus and Dean: Awwww… :(
Ron *hitting his books with a Reducto*: Okay let’s hang!
Ron, Harry, Seamus and Dean:Yayy!!
Gryffindor: depends on the person, ranges anywhere from “dear lord was there a tornado in here” to “oh my god there’s not even a speck of dust”
Ravenclaw: organized chaos
Hufflepuff: kinda organized but also not completely organized, kinda like half-assed organization
Slytherin: straight up chaos
Gryffindor: Procrastinates until the last minute and then stresses while doing all of it at once
Ravenclaw: Does it the night it’s assigned just to get it out of the way
Hufflepuff: Invites all their friends over for a group study hall and they all help each other
Slytherin: Cheats
Gryffindor: climbing trees, jumping into piles of leaves, getting lost in corn mazes, face painting, building pillow forts, ripped jeans and combat boots, laughing loudly, rolling down hills, walking barefoot on cold floors, a mischievous glint in someone’s eye, roasted marshmallows
Ravenclaw: bedheads and fuzzy socks, pumpkin flavored coffee, reading by the fire, passing out on soft pillows and warm blankets, listening to rain, old music playing on a turntable, deep conversations, crunching leaves, foreheads against cold windows
Hufflepuff: bonfires and camping with close friends, big sweaters and fluffy scarves, drinking loads of hot cocoa, pumpkin carving, warm hugs, morning walks, smiling at strangers, holding hands, blue lips and pink noses, huddling close to friends, holding a warm drink, cuddling
Slytherin: watching old movies wrapped in a fluffy blanket, hot tea on cloudy days, pink cheeks from cold wind, knitted beanies and cozy jackets, stargazing on a rooftop, long sighs, flickering candles, misty mornings, reading old poetry, writing in a cafe, tired yawns
Gryffindor: sneaking out of a bedroom window at night, rocking as far back as possible in a rocking chair, risky dares, getting soaked by the rain with a group of friends, screaming as loud as possible, holding your breath until your lungs burn, jumping into a pool fully clothed, being ridiculous in public, embarrassing your friends, laughing so hard your cheeks hurt, the stinging feeling on your face from the cold, getting away with breaking the rules
Ravenclaw: reading the perfect book, watching old movies, getting a perfect grade after a full night studying, long naps on the couch, discovering new/weird words to use, a perfectly organized binder, learning a new language, finishing homework early, creating a perfect, eye-pleasing aesthetic, completely understanding a new topic in class, studying with a group of friends and getting nothing done, making inside jokes
Hufflepuff: snuggling in a fluffy blanket, drinking hot cocoa when it’s cold outside, building pillow forts with your best friend, group hugs, making people smile, sharing secrets late at night, warm cookies, singing along to Disney movies, road trips with a group of your closest friends, doodling in the margins of your notebook, making people laugh, making new friends, helping someone understand what the teacher just explained
Slytherin: taking cold showers and climbing into a warm bed, listening to music on a turntable, prank wars, falling asleep while watching a movie, writing, coffee in the morning, winning a board game, freshly cut hair, being perfectly sarcastic, smirks, gossiping at sleepovers, winning an argument, getting compliments, proving someone wrong, tears from yawning, looking at the stars, airplane take-offs
Gryffindor: Is having violent mood swings between pissed-off and depressed
Ravenclaw: Spends hours stalking their ex, trying to find who their ‘replacement’ is
Hufflepuff: Eats ice-cream while being supported by a big group of friends
Slytherin: Hasn’t grasped the fact that someone would break-up with someone as perfect as them
I was reading a 9-1-1 fanfic and this idea came to me.
Someone told Harry that Draco died without checking
Snow potter and the 3 idiots….
A patronus, Harry tells Hermione, is acing a test and the warmth of a butterbeer between your hands. It is your friends holding you when you fall, and Ron’s sparkling eyes when you whisper hi. And there’s an otter, swimming, and Hermione is blushing.
A patronus, Harry tells Ron, is Ginny’s shaky smile lighting up the world at the end of second year. It is winning the Quidditch World Cup, unwrapping yet another knitted jumper, and your startled surprise at the sight of Hermione punching Draco in the face. And there’s a dog, chasing the otter, and Ron is laughing.
A patronus, Harry tells Luna, is the feeling of starlight on your skin and grass between your bare toes. It is snow melting through your fingers, the magic your mother used to make, something singing in your heart when you stare at the impossible. And there’s a hare, jumping, and Luna is shining.
A patronus, Harry tells Cho, is Marietta shouting the lyrics of her favourite song, dancing in the rain during a storm. It is the look on Cedric’s face when he saw you at the Yule Ball, his hand holding yours and never letting go. And there’s a swan, sliding, and Cho is crying.
A patronus, Harry tells Seamus, is Dean’s funny expression when he is about to burst into laughter and the sound of a explosion that turns out right. It is the fireworks, bright flowers blossoming in the night sky; and the fire burning in your lungs as you fly. And there’s a fox, running, and Seamus is smirking.
A patronus, Harry tells Ginny, is the world expanding underneath you and the wind playing with your hair. It is dancing and laughing until there are tears on your cheeks, Molly’s disapproving voice and Arthur’s amused eyes after one of the twins’ pranks. And there’s a horse, flying, and Ginny is grinning.
A patronus, Harry thinks, is that weird feeling that lives in his chest when the Room of Requirement glows silver, speaking of times when the world was golden.
harry sobbing through his best man speech at the romione wedding and yelling at hermione for stealing his wheezy. ron consoles him and hermione’s downing five wine glasses
i would hate to be neville longbottom imagine having to share a dorm with two sets of boys living out the greatest friends to lovers stories of their generation