Im Too Young To Feel This Old

I’m too young to feel this old 😭

'Frozen roses fell in showers. Coloured balloons hovered motionless in the air. Here and there burnt vast bonfires of cedar and oak wood, lavishly salted, so that the flames were of free, orange and purple fire. There could be seen, congealed at a depth of several feet, here a porpoise, there a flounder. But it was at night that the carnival was at its merriest. The nights were of perfect stillness; the moon and stars blazed with the hard fixity of diamonds, and to the fine music of flute and trumpet the courtiers danced.'

- Virginia Woolfe

only half-finished, but felt like sharing anyway!

chaotic good/evil and neutral evil (mostly neutral evil)

dear book spines, I'm so sorry.

alignment chart: bookmark edition. tag yourself i’m scrap paper

trying to prove a point to the boys at school

reblog this if you believe trans men are real men like this if you dont

Chapter Eight: To Put a Cat Amongst Pigeons

"So," Harry began, as Ruby inspected the books that the librarian had suggested, "I had a weird dream last night. The one with the screaming, and the green light, and our — our mum. But what's funny is that Quirrell was in it."

"Quirrell?" asked Ruby disbelievingly. "Well, he's a bit of a joke, isn't he? Maybe you had some weird cheese last night."

Pleased with what she found, Ruby hefted the heavy stack of books (all right, perhaps she'd been a bit overzealous) and started off in search of a table. Harry trailed behind her, frowning.

"I think I've got to speak to Quirrell," he said, sitting down opposite her with a serious expression.

Ruby snorted. "Never realized you were superstitious about stuff like dreams."

"I'm not," Harry protested. "It's just, we thought all this time our parents died in a car crash, but now that we know what really happened, I know that dream is really a memory of me seeing Mum — Mum die." His voice shook on the last word. "So, if magic is real, why not dreams? I've just got this feeling, I dunno. I really think I've got to speak to him. I just don't know what I've got to speak to him about, yet."

"If that's what you think," said Ruby, opening the first book from her stack.

"This House thing is stupid," said Harry, lowering his voice to a whisper as the librarian walked past them. "I mean, we can't meet in the library all the time — it closes at eight!"

He seemed disproportionately worried about this, Ruby thought. To her, it was all very, very simple.

"You're my brother," she said, rolling her eyes as she looked up from her book. "We're not going to have some kind of crisis just because Slytherins and Gryffindors don't usually get along."

In summary, Pansy put a rat in someone’s bed, Harry and Draco got in a fight, and Quirrell is acting sus.

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