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charlottemclaggen:

A beautifully done interpretation of the Slytherin dorms.

The pool of water/ceiling light is based on the idea of an aristocratic Roman impluvium/compluvium. Gryffindor has a furnace in the center of the dorm rooms, so it seemed like an nice yin-yang effect as Gryffindor=fire and Slytherin=water. I’m not sure if the compluvium would magically let rainwater (and snow, and hail!?) in from the lake above, or not. I think it should.

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atheisticasshole:

Wait but hear me out

  • ravenclaws that hate studying and procrastinate every assignment
  • hufflepuffs that curse like sailors and that look like they could definitely fuck you up if they wanted to
  • slytherin that are really nice and sweet who constantly ask how your days going and if you need help with something
  • gryffindor that are scared to kill the spider in the corner of their rooms because who knows if that shit can fly or if it’ll attack you  

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charlottemclaggen:

A beautifully done interpretation of the Slytherin dorms.

The pool of water/ceiling light is based on the idea of an aristocratic Roman impluvium/compluvium. Gryffindor has a furnace in the center of the dorm rooms, so it seemed like an nice yin-yang effect as Gryffindor=fire and Slytherin=water. I’m not sure if the compluvium would magically let rainwater (and snow, and hail!?) in from the lake above, or not. I think it should.

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  • severus snape: james potter's cruelty and humiliation really scarred me for life lmfao what are you doing neville you useless piece of 11 year old piece shit everyone lets laugh at neville OHHH OHHH MY GOD LOOK AT THIS 11 YEAR OLD NEGLECTED PARENTLESS NERD HARRY HE THINKS HES SO GREAT AND HE JUST RUINED THE THIRD POTION HES EVER MADE LMFAO WOW james potter was so cruel he was the devil
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JK Rowling wrote a new Harry Potter story. This is not a drill people

J.K. Rowling just surprised Harry Potter fans everywhere in the best way possible.

The author, who is responsible for all seven mega-bestselling Harry Potter books, posted a new short story to her website Pottermore today. Titled “Dumbledore’s Army Reunites At Quidditch World Cup Final,” the tale is written in the form of a gossip column by Rita Skeeter, the delightfully poisonous character from the original series.

Though it reads as a newspaper column, the piece provides some clues as to what the main characters have been up to and is the first time we’ve seen the Harry Potter stars in grown up form since the series epilogue. Much has changed: Harry is now 34, he has a new scar on his cheek and is showing signs of grey hair.

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thepostmodernpottercompendium:

So many people, so many instances, always the same question: how do you do it Amelia? And always, her answer is the same - kindness.

They go away disappointed and confused, certain she has some trick hidden up the baggy sleeves of those brown hybrid robes she favours; not quite wizarding, not quite muggle, just like her ancestry.

Its only, she muses, because they don’t know how to use their kindness as a weapon.

She is, after all, the one they bring all the interrogees to if both old Mad-Eye Moody and  Bartemius Crouch Senior have no luck with them. Nevermind that Bartemius rarely gets them to talk with his constant threats of Azkaban, but then he’s never been good with people, with kindness. Kindness is a Hufflepuff trait, something Slytherins can’t quite wrap their heads around.

There is an art to using kindness when interrogating someone. It’s quite simple really. She treats them like people first of all. No one likes to be shouted at, or threatened with bodily harm. It only makes them more obstinate, less likely to let their secrets slip. But then, only a Hufflepuff would understand how threats of bodily harm would only reinforce loyalties rather than weakening them. Slytherins simply can’t seem to understand that not everyone crumbles under the threat of harm to oneself, such a narrow worldview.

She treats them like people; treat them like people and you can see them melt. This person cannot possibly be dangerous, their eyes say - the expression every Hufflepuff learns to recognize and put to good use from the tender age of eleven. They relax. She chats with them. Apologizes for Bartimeus’ fondness for violence. Apologizes for Moody’s brusqueness and the way he repeats the same question over and over again, hoping to wear the victim down.

And then she confides in them, she’s going to be frank with them - creates a cozy sense of intimacy, of sharing secrets that no one else knows about. This is a kindness. Everyone deserves to know the complete consequences of their insistence on silence - particularly if those consequences involve certain family members (a younger sibling or a mother usually works fine). It’s a terrible thing, she tells them, but I don’t make the rules here and well, you can see how my hands are tied, I can’t do a thing about it unless I can let you off the hook, tell them you’re not guilty at all.

She makes them question their loyalties - which comes first, family or an institution? Such a difficult question, she understands (how could a Hufflepuff not understand? Oh she understands far too well.) She may even reach across her desk and squeeze their hand gently, I wish I could help you.

They almost always take the bait, telling her everything they know and at the end of it, she wipes their tears, blows their noses and makes them a cup of tea - see that wasn’t so hard was it? It’ll all be fine now, you’ll see. Don’t worry your head about it now, it’s all in my hands.

Force could work wonders. Amelia Bones’ chosen force just happened to be kindness.

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thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Children. They were teaching children

Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.

Toughen them, said Godric.

Make them smart, said Rowena.

And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.

But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.

She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?

I will take them all, she said. 

I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.

I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 

I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.

No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.

But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.

Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.

For goodness. For hope.

And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)

(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

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