luna as a tattoo artist

harryurpotter:

shadow-plot:

just think about it:

– 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

magical tattoos!!!!!! wow i love it

wolfstsr:

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–”
  • “Test tomorrow? Fuck Transfiguration.” “Fuck it!” “Thanks, Marlene.”
  • “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!”