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ravenclaw theodore nott

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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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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)

L'shanah tovah, lovely followers!  May your new year be sweet and full of joy.

I think another big thing with the Weasleys kids is the age breakdown. Percy is closer in age to Ginny than he is to Bill—that whole bottom five is squished together, and it creates some weird dynamics. When Harry meets the Weasleys, Percy Seems like the oldest. But he’s not *really.* He is very much a middle child. Even though he’s two years above the twins in School, their birthdays put them at closer to a year and a half…much closer than the almost four years between Percy and Charlie.

I always got the impression that Charlie and Bill were their own unit—and the rest of the kids were the babies. Now, Percy is kind of the leader of the babies, but he’s still a baby.

And that’s immediately apparent when Bill and Charlie come home in GoF. They are cool and sophisticated and looked up to…and Percy argues with his little brothers. He DOES get included with his big brothers in fighting the Death Eaters…but he drops back down quickly to the Kid Section as soon as the crisis is over.

It’s an awkward place for Percy to be, and I think it contributes to his Ugly Duckling syndrome. Because to his younger siblings, he vacillates wildly between being almost a peer to being Mum’s Second in Command. They don’t know what to make of him: will he play with them today, or is today a day where he’s writing a report to Mum? And his older brothers are just…too old growing up to really engage with him.

Percy’s in this spot where he needs to take a position of leadership and responsibility in the family—because Bill and Charlie leave for school and then work well before they stop being Needed at home—but Percy’s also so Young when that happens.

And Percy takes on that emotional burden. Sometimes smugly: “Ginny has Other Brothers to set an example for her,” sometimes with a temper that reveals how close in age he truly is to them (see: every interaction with the twins), but more often than not, it’s very sincere and poignant. Percy doesn’t ASK his siblings to like him. He seems pretty okay doing his own thing in life. But he Does constantly look to and move to protect them. He loves them in a way that’s really almost parental, when it’s all said it done. It’s flawed as a sibling relationship, and I hope that as they grow up, that weirdness in ages evens out and they can all relate to each other as peers. But it is something really interesting.

Slytherin Aesthetics:: Black

of course i have a lot of pent-up rage you fool i’ve been the same height since i was 12

Academia Book Recomendations

And, like, maybe a few movies too 

 The Secret History By Donna Tartt (Obviously!)

Dead Poets Society (Movie and Book)

If We Were Villians by M.L. Rio (Very similiar to TSH, also a personal favorite)

The History Boys by Alan Bennett (A play)

Vicious by V.E. Schwab (I think more superhero oriented? Ive never read it)

A Separate Peace by John Knowles 

Black Chalk by Christopher J. Yates

The Lessons by Naomi Alderman 

The Rules of Attraction by Bret Easton Ellis

Kill your Darlings (Movie, I hated it)

More Female oriented Academia books 

Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl

The Basic Eight by Daniel Handler 

The Rehearsal by Eleanor Catton 

Sleepwalking by Meg Wolizter 

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro (okay, only vaguely academic but still a good book)

The Lake of Dead Languages by Carol Goodman

I heard the movie Mona Lisa Smile is good too

A list of some other academic school books 

Feel free to add on to this post. 

Probably James Sirius Studying

James : "Okay I'll start studying at 8:00."

*some time goes by*

*time is 8:01*

James : "Oh well, I missed it, I'll start at 9:00 then"

mythology family ♥︎ menthe for @221bcecil

in greek mythology, menthe was a cocythian nymph, and beloved by hades, was metamorphosed by persephone into a mint plant, or, according to others, she was changed into dust, from which Hades caused the mint plant to grow forth.

List of actual canonical things that Adam and Ronan are into and can be kinkshamed for, with textual evidence and sources cited in MLA format. All of these are 100% author confirmed:

Adam Parrish

Competency kink

“The two-minute disparity prematurely aged Adam Parrish. He liked it when people knew how to do their jobs.”

When Ronan gets his farmer chores done in an efficient matter? Oh boy. Adam cannot be more turned on. 

Adam Parrish, a known sapiosexual,

Derisively, Ronan said, “No. The ancient Greeks didn’t have a word for blue.” “What the hell, Ronan?” said Adam.

Ronan’s eyes followed the progress of the silent night horror. In a low voice, he said, “volat nullos strepitus facientibus.” “Fuck,” whispered Adam back, furiously. “Is that Ovid?”

Gets really hot and bothered when Ronan displays his knowledge about dead languages and Latin literature in a pretentious manner. Also when Ronan starts talking about the complexities of farming. 

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