He can't say anything and then not have it written down, because she talks like she is a book
God I love this picture
Okay, so we left about 7:30 this morning to drive to my mom's friend and pick her up (in this awesome rental car we have whoop!) and get started on our road trip!
We got to Tennessee around 1:05, and our tour was at 1:30, so we went inside the visitors center and walked around there, (got such a cute picture) and kind of got the feel of what the campus was really about.
We started with a 20 minute presentation with a guy named Michael about the logistics of the school and scholarships and student life and what not.
Then we got our tour guide, named Megan, and she came and gave us buttons that say future vol (which is short for volunteers btw took me a while) and have our name on it. It was super official, and freaked me out. I mean, I already have my name on something that says "Future vol??"
Then we got on a bus ride, and took about 20 minutes with Megan pointing out things to us along the way. I didn't like it very much though, because you couldn't really see out of the window where I was sitting. Bummer. it was kind of cool listening to her talk because she is a senior in a PR (Public Relations) major which is what I want to get into! Then we got off the bus and had an hour long walking session. We first walked to the residential buildings that they had (the oldest ones they had that Megan told us where build in the 1960s, and were going to be tore down in the next 5 years). The dorms were a comfortable size, though the bathrooms were a little small.
Then we walked to another dorm, passed a Catholic Church and the Catholic meeting place (and Baptist house etc.) and went to their huge library that has so much its almost too much.
Then we drove a little over 4 hours to Georgia, and are staying in a Best Western that was given 7 stars... though it should probably have been 4 with what we're seeing.
So now I'm typing this all out and thinking about my day, making my pros and cons list for Tennessee, and all of this is so crazy. I can't believe that I even have to start thinking about college. Its crazy, and its bothering me.
Anyways, off to sleep and have a bright new day, and a new tour around Georgia! Go Bulldogs?
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Requested: yes !! by my lovely bean marissa @lumos-barnes
please accept my humble request for a george x reader where the reader owns a shop in diagon alley and one day they walk into WWW and george knocks over a whole display, he is a complete SIMP & cannot compose himself. complete buffoonery when the reader is near. they become friends & do all these nice things for each other and the reader is oblivious like “george, i’m so lucky to be your friend” (even though the reader is secretly simping) and he’s like “um what, i’m literally in love with you”
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: mentions of meals and drinks (coffee), but other than that it’s just pure fluff & Dumb Idiots In Love
A/N: somehow i always end up writing george knitting? idk how it happened, but it happened. i hope you like it marissa 🥺💕
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You took a step back to admire your handiwork.
After what seemed like neverending hours, the layout of your shop was finally perfect. From where you stood, you had a view of the streets of Diagon Alley, several passersby coming and goings from your sight. The display of charmed knit work by the window was already moving, demonstrating simple stitches that formed into a scarf.
It had always been your dream to open up your own shop in the most prominent wizarding area of Britain, with your passion for knitting and crafting, but the timing had always been off. Now, about a year or so since the war had ended, your grandmother surprised you with the capital to make your dreams come true.
The gesture was extra special because she was the one who first taught you how to knit. Many summers were spent in her cottage, sitting side by side and working on personal projects together.
Outside, your sign read ‘Stitching Together: Grand Opening’. There were a few flyers posted right on the door and on the window advertising the different classes and crafting groups you were offering, as well as the different products that could be found in your store.
It was as if your heart could burst at the sight of your fully furnished shop and you could wait no longer. With a flick of your wand, the sign on the door flipped to say open and that was that.
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Sobbing incredibly loud
we made it
that’s sam!! he is holding big old books! he is wearing. plaid and jacket!! his name is sam and he likes old books!! that sure is him 🥰
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