– she gives ginny a stick and poke in their fourth year, the first tattoo she’s ever given anyone
– a tiny crescent moon on the inside of her forearm with magic color changing ink
– it tells ginny the weather, and glows when the weather is perfect for quidditch
– hagrid gleefully gets a tattoo from luna sometime in the fifth year
– on his inner ankle, a square of text tells him about the needs of the creatures around him
– he starts sitting with his ankle on his knee to more easily check it
– she gives harry a tattoo the summer before his eighth year
– a small horntail, but it moves from his chest to sit on his shoulder or cower in the crook of his elbow as it pleases
– it wakes him up from his bad dreams, and keeps him warm in the middle of the night
– she gives neville a tattoo before she was stolen into the malfoy’s manor
– it’s a ring encircling his middle finger
– the magic of it is simple, transforming into whatever word he needs to see most when he asks it
– seamus gets one not long after neville
– it’s a tiny bomb on his collar bone, ticking in time with dean’s heart
– hermione doesn’t want a tattoo at first, but as she grows closer with luna she asks for it very shyly in the middle of her eighth year
– it gently pulses with her heart on her shoulder blade, an hourglass on it’s side
– it will sometimes stand up and run sand, but only when hermione is very busy or stressed
– george asks for a tattoo that finishes his jokes, many years after the war, when he is an uncle and godfather
– luna refuses and instead gives him a non-magical tattoo, a china cup mended with gold over his heart
– draco, many years after luna is an established artist and healer, drops into her shop in diagon alley
– he asks her to fix his scar-slashed Mark, and she turns it into a sleeve of flowers, studded with snakes and turtles
– the flowers bloom with his moods, and shield him from hurting himself
A compilation of halloween soups. We have bloody tomato soup with grilled cheese fingers, pea and bacon soup, broccoli and cheddar eyeball soup and pumpkin pesto soup.
things james definitely said as quidditch captain:
“Okay, guys! Practice all day Saturday, I’m taking sandwich orders.”
“Marlene, if you do not get on that broom right this instant, I’m putting in that first year and I don’t give a shit about the consequences.”
“To prepare for the game against Slytherin, we’re having an extra practice at 6:30 tomorrow morning.” “Except me.” “Right, except Sirius.”
“No, Sirius, you cannot install a mirror into the beater’s bat. No, I don’t care if your hair doesn’t look good.”
“Marlene, answer me this: Is Mary MacDonald on the team? Is she? No, I thought the fuck not. Get her off the field.”
Sirius: “Okay guys, I’m filling in for James today. Practice is cancelled.” James, yelling, running across the pitch with his robes tangled and his shirt stuck half-over his head: “No it is not.”
“Sirius, you’re coming to practice. The full moon was a week ago.” “I need time to recuperate!” “Oh, sure, if ‘recuperate’ meant ‘sex with a werewolf’…”
“Okay, team! Make sure to make me look good today, because Lily is watching. (To chasers) Each of you must pass the Quaffle to me a minimum of twenty-four times or you’re off the team.”
“Sirius, is there any way you can hit a Bludger at Snape and make it look like an accident? Great.”
“You know what? Fuck Slytherin. Fuck ‘em. No, I am not crying.”
“Sirius, trade uniforms with me. I need it to be a size small so that Evans can see how shredded I am.”
“Moony, if you do not come to the final game against Slytherin I will personally come to the hospital wing and attack you. Physically. With my fists.”
“How much would it cost to cover every broom on the team in pure gold?” (Harry takes after him.)
“Guess what? Hufflepuff’s a bunch of losers. They suck. They all deserve to die. No, it’s just allergies, shut up Sirius–”
“Treat those goalposts like they are Snivellus’ asshole. Nothing can penetrate them.”
“Get off the pitch, Mary! Peter can AND will eat you.”
(During a game) “Yes, Sirius, your hair looks lovely. Please get back to mauling your loser brother with bludgers.”
“You know what? I knew we could do it. I knew we could win. Because what we have–love–is the most powerful Quidditch skill there is. And the Slytherins will never, ever, understand that. Ow–oh, God–fuck you, Sirius! Yeah, I am fucking crying!”
❝ For all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you ❞
-Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness
((OOC: I’m a little late posting this, but I drew Jily for @asktheboywholived ‘s birthday!!! I had a really hard time drawing Lily but James is GOLDEN! Happy belated birthday TeeeeTeeeee!!!))
(( OOC: *FLINGS SELF INTO THE SUN* AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! <3<3<3 ))