So, how long does it take for you to actually believe it?
I think it’s a life long project for everyone.
-Saw my oldest friend for the first time in months, and we talked about Teen Wolf, Little Mix, and fan culture for 4 hours at a Panera
-Finally got stuff hung up in my room
-checked off about 12 things off of my to do list
- it feels like spring so I opened my windows
- Gave my official decision to UIC
LOTS of good things are about to happen, I can feel it in my bones
Neville’s office isn’t in the castle. Well, there is technically a room assigned to him (third floor, fifth door on the right, mind the re-located portrait of Sir Cadogan). But if you needed help with your Herbology assignment or were sent to see the Head of Gryffindor House about that parakeet you snuck into the fifth floor girl’s toilets, you would never find him there.
Neville had a small cottage near the greenhouses. There had been some grumbling about its creation when Neville first started teaching, but it was hard to argue with the Minister’s favorite advisor who just happened to be a hero. So the cottage was built and young Mr. Longbottom and his new wife moved onto the Hogwarts grounds.
There was a steady stream of students coming in and out of the little house during class breaks. Some carried odd potted plants, some looks of guilt etched on their faces, and some simply dropped by to say hello. The windows had bright curtains and the chimney always cheerfully puffed smoke. It was hard not to feel welcomed by the cozy exterior.
Things were different after night fell. Students still weren’t allowed to wander the grounds at night, but everyone turned a blind eye to those who knocked on the cottage door under cover of darkness. These students carried no gifts and bore no cheery smiles. Their faces were tear-stained or bruised or fearful. They were hunched over, trying to make themselves as small as possible. They knocked on the door with shaking hands and trembling lips.
When they entered they would find a crackling fire, a squashy armchair, some of Hannah Longbottom’s famous ginger biscuits and a steaming cup of tea. And they would find Professor Longbottom, smiling kindly. He heard stories of homesickness, of bullies and taunts, of fears and failures. He dried tears and patted backs. And most importantly, he listened.
He might quietly find a bully and intervene. He might Apparate from the Three Broomsticks to the nearest Muggle town and place a call to a concerned parent. He might consult with Madam Pomfrey on the best way to help manage the anxieties of an overwhelmed fifth year. He might simply sit and give a firm and thoughtful piece of advice. But this is not why students came to Professor Longbottom’s house when life was bleak and Hogwarts was too much to bear.
They came because he had once, so many years ago, been like them. And because they, unlike him, would never have to be alone.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug. This is another very sweet submission from this author. ppyajunebug’s wizarding world always feels like ultimately a good place, where wrongs are righted and people do kind things. It’s an inviting, pleasant look at canon; thank you, ppyajunebug!)
God and Other Unknowables
(“I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.” - Neil Gaiman
About that age old taboo, religion, and trying to figure out what I believe because sometimes I believe in utterly nothing but sometimes I believe in absolutely everything.)
i. Losing my Religion | R.E.M
ii. Viva La Vida | Coldplay
iii. Seven Devils | Florence & the Machine
iv. God Help the Outcasts | Hunchback of Notre Dame Soundtrack
v. Laughing With | Regina Spektor
vi. When You Were Young | The Killers
vii.Bad Religion | Frank Ocean
viii. La Vie en Rose | Edith Piaf
ix. Abraham’s Daughter | Arcade Fire
x. Hallelujah | Jeff Buckley
xi. Babel | Mumford and Sons
xii.A Dios le Pido | Juanes
xiii. Samson | Regina Spektor
xiv. Drumming Song | Florence & the Machine
xv. Only Time | Enya
xvi. Dreamer | Elizaveta
xvii. Pure Imagination | Fiona Apple
A most beloved sister…
I started rereading My Antonia which I haven’t read since high school and hooooo boyyyyy all the feelings 15year old me felt are coming right the hell back
I just watched that Channing Tatum movie about the White House being blown up and Jaime Foxx is the president and cried a lot during it, so I think it’s time to call it a day.