A discreet Portkey was set up for him once a year. It was usually an empty bottle brought up from the kitchen, except for the time Fred Weasley managed to enchant all the bottles to hide themselves around the castle and explode into different colored confetti any time a prefect walked by. That year, he had to make do with a biscuit tin.
Anthony often thought that he’d just skip it. He was usually only just digging into his classes for the year, and there was always at least three essays he would have to finish when he got back. He sometimes started to write the letter to his mum telling her he’d be staying at Hogwarts before the guilt would overwhelm him.
The truth was, he wasn’t sure he believed in any of it any more. He lived in a world where bushes really did catch fire without flame, where water could be made to spurt from a stone. Those wonderful, terrifying tales he grew up with could really be true- and that made him question his faith.
But he went. Every year.
Every year, he felt the jerk under his navel, landed dizzily in the field behind his house. Every year he entered the warm kitchen, smelling of freshly baked challah and sweet apples. Every year he helped his mother clean up after dinner, licking the honey off the spoon she offered him as a treat.
Every year he recited the same prayers, sung the same melodies, told the same lies to the friends and neighbors he saw at shul. Every year, he felt the slight dizziness and unreality that came with fasting. Every year, he watched as tears rolled down his mother’s cheek as she recited the Yizkor for his father.
Every year, he cried too.
And every year, when the kugel had been eaten and the kitchen was in a state of controlled disaster, Anthony Goldstein would kiss his mother on the cheek, gather up the leftovers she had neatly wrapped for him, and walk out to find the empty bottle in the middle of the field.
And returned to the real world.
(Source: thejdc.convio.net)
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Okay but like, The Raven Cycle and like every other YA book out there has given me such unrealistic friendship expectations that I'm bound to be alone forever. I will most likely die by being crushed by my own bookshelf. What a way to go.
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Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.
Your first date was at the arcade
He thought you would complain but oh boy was he wrong
Once you stood in that damn arcade, you let your inner nerd out
“Oh my god! This is from like the 50s! This is amazing!”
He’d be amazed about how much you know about games. He fell for you hard that night.
Date nights would be really chill with him
You’d go to Hongdae, get some food, buy some weird things you don’t even need.
He’d insist to pay for everything
One time you paid for your food and he got upset and didn’t talk to you for 10 minutes
When you feet hurt, he’d either carry you or give you his shoes even though they’re too big
He’d end up giving you a piggy back ride or throw you over his shoulders
Dates would be filled with teasing and making fun of your Korean, because you sometimes pronounce things weirdly
You’d make fun of him if his satoori came out
This boy is too shy to even look at you if you’re in public
Nevertheless, he’d hold your waist if it starts to get too crowded
When you’re alone, that’s when he can’t keep his hands off you
He’d be grabbing your butt constantly, squeezing and pinching it
He loved your reaction to it so it became a habit of his
LOVES touching your boobs while you’re cuddling
He’d just cup one of your boobs lazily as you’re watching tv
I can imagine Jungkook showing his affection in a really cheesy way
Like he’d get you flowers once in a while
Buy you random jewelry because he thought it would look good on you
LOVES HUGGING OH MY DAYS
Loves kissing you on your shoulder and cheek because your skin just feels so soft
The boys would tease him whenever he’d call you “jagi” “nae sarang” or “my princess”
He’d blush really hard and hide his face in the crook of your neck which just made you giggle uncontrollably.
You reached the state in which he called you a “bitch” and you called him “bastard” or “Asshole”
But if someone else insulted you… OH SHIT BOI RUN
You were his first and he was your first
Both of you were just so awkward and didn’t know what to do at first
Of course he had everything planned out perfectly but when it came to actually doing the dirty, he was freaking out
He didn’t even know how to take your bra off
Your first time was slow and careful. Both of you needed to get used to the new feeling. (it was great tbh)
Now, when he’s in the bedroom with you, he’s even more confident than ever before
Loooooooves teasing the fuck out of you until you beg for him to stop
The room would be filled with a mixture of giggles and moans
Can be a dom but also a sub. Depends on his mood, and yours of course.
Since he’s so young he’d be up to trying new things
He always wanted to try to handcuff you to the bed while he takes you from behind
Just the thought of it drove him insane
So when you said yes to his idea he didn’t know how to react (404 Jungkook error)
“How about we try this position?”
“Are you on a kama sutra website?”
“….yes”
Honestly, your fights would be about him playing hIS GOD DAMN GAMES TOO MUCH
Of course you didn’t mind him playing, you were actually quite supportive of his hobby, but his health was getting affected by it
“Babe your posture is so fucking bad. You look like Quasimodo”
“You look like Ursula, that’s not better”
After you kind of calmed down, he’d start to tease you in a loving way just to hear you laugh again
He’d be the first to apologize
He hated seeing you upset and all he wanted was to make you happy again
You can’t stay mad at him for long, especially when he flashes you one of his precious bunny smiles.
He’d be so dramatic about him having to leave
Like you HAD TO DRAG HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE SO HE WOULDN’T MISS HIS FLIGHT
He’d pretend like he’s going off for war but his dramatic ass just made you laugh so much
But seriously though, he’d practically die without you
“You don’t know how to cook a god damn egg?” Jin would ask him angrily
“(Y/N) always cooks them for me”
He’d annoy his hyungs about how much he misses you and especially your cuddles
You were quite busy yourself so you couldn’t talk a lot
but when you did, calls would last for hours
And of course, he’d tease you about the way your messy hair looked and how you looked without makeup
You missed it so much
He wouldn’t necessarily do dirty talk while being on the phone or FaceTime because he didn’t want anyone to hear
But be prepared to get a lot of sexting when he missed you tad bit too much.
All his calls and texts would end with “I love you my princess” or “Don’t you dare dream about anyone else but me you bitch”
History of Magic Meme: [½] Founders → Helga Hufflepuff
“Sweet Hufflepuff from valley broad“
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the sorting was taking too long, while an eleven years old theodore nott shivered on the chair, praying for slytherin being screamed out, as his father was, as it should be
things seemed blurry and unfocused when the sorting hat shouted out a clear ‘ravenclaw’ and a stunned professor mcgonagall hurried him to join his housemates at the table
everyone looked at him like he had a troll head spurting out of his shoulder, but as theo sat down and clang to a cup full of water, he smiled to himself
because it was during the first night theo spent in the ravenclaw tower, looking at the very dark, very starry sky, lost in it’s infinity, that he felt truly free
his father’s owls were insistent and constant, but he knew that nothing could change the fact the sorting hat chose ravenclaw, the hat was never wrong
after the second week, the last owl he received from his father, was a single sentence letter, written angrily with dark ink “no son of mine is a ravenclaw”, and theodore nott smiled to himself again, overtaken by the same sense of freedom when he looked up at the sky from the ravenclaw tower
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“She drifted towards the bedroom, on her way to have a bath or take a nap or start a war.”
ya lit meme: ½ antagonists
Harry: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me.
James: Okay, but in my defense, Teddy bet me five sickles I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.
Harry: That’s not what I-
Harry: You drank shampoo?!
James: Why are we lying in a parking lot?
Teddy: You just got your ass kicked unconcious.
Teddy: So I lied next to you so everyone would think we’re just chillin.