Hermione inhaled until she had no room for air, then released it all in a single breath that left her lightheaded. “Sorry, my emotions are all over the place.” “Even in the best of times, emotions are tricky and hard to name. They masquerade as one another, they come and go, and they mutate like wisps in the wind.” “I don’t understand.” “Askangerwhat its name is, and it may tell you that it’s fear. Ask fearto identify itself, and it may tell you its name is hateorsadness. It might even tell you that it’s love.” Hermione closed her eyes at the word trying to ease the growing pressure in her chest. “It’s all relative. Sometimes emotions blur the lines between reality and belief.” “It’s not that I don’t feel anything, it's—it’s been slowly consuming me since I put a name to it. I’ve been in love before, that was easy, but this time I’m floundering.” “I’ve never heard love described as easy. What if it were wearing a different mask before?” Kingsley chuckled ruefully. “Perhaps this is why you’re struggling.” “Why do you say that?” “Of all the emotions, love is not easy. It is natural, though you have to learn and differentiate its shape depending on each person. It’s a fight. A conscious choice that requires constant effort.” Kingsley paused as the weight of his words settled around them. “Love may not always be kind, but it isforgiving. Let it serve as your guide.”
Photoshopped a wedding portrait for Father of the Witch! It was definitely challenging because Annie’s wedding dress just doesn’t exist outside of my own imagination but I’m really tickled that it’s somewhat tangible now!
Before a Hogwarts representative had given Hermione the letter that would alter the course of her life, she spent her early evenings watching her dad work on his labour of love.
Aurore Rose Malfoy was, according to Ginny, the easiest baby ever born. In appearance she was an almost perfect replica of Hermione, except for her astonishingly bright silver eyes and Draco’s mouth.
