My relationship with all of my friends


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Sirius Black high-fiving Lily Evans every time she raises her hand in class.

Sirius asking James to high five her when he is took sick to come to class.

Remus Lupin doing it with a sigh and an immediate apology when neither Sirius or James is available.

Peter being overly enthusiastic about being asked to do it, and slapping Lily in the face by accident.

It’s just a small story really, about, among other things…


Leonardo DiCaprio embarrassing himself at the Coachella 2014 (x)

Not being able to wear leggings because it’s ‘too distracting for boys’ is giving us the impression we should be guilty for what guys do. —

Sophie Hasty, age 13

Responding to her middle school’s ban on shorts, leggings and yoga pants for girls.

(via elledeau)

I’m glad to see these young girls are standing up for their rights and calling the school out on sexism.

(via bookoisseur)


#my life in 5 words, 14 letters, and one bracketed action



1. Slytherins are fiercely protective of their first years. Seriously. Messing with a baby Slytherin is comparable to harassing a newborn grizzly bear. It’s a long known fact that first year Slytherins are absolutely off-limits in terms of hazing unless you want to invoke the unholy wrath of the thirty upperclassmen who play the role of overprotective big siblings. Speaking of which - upon being sorted into Slytherin House, each first year student is assigned a fifth year “mentor”, and they remain paired up until the older student graduates.

2. Slytherin is the only house with an organized Alumni donation system. They use the funds they collect to do things like buy fancy new broomsticks for everyone on their Quidditch team, redecorate their common room every other year, and host summertime social events like debutante balls and dinner parties.

3. Their prefects don’t enforce any rules about “being nice to each other” or getting along”, mostly because Slytherin house is a fairly tight-knit community already, but one thing that is never tolerated is questioning if a fellow housemate really belongs in Slytherin. It’s seen as the worst possible insult and moreover it’s always seen as false. The Sorting Hat put everyone in the house for a reason, and the Sorting Hat was enchanted by Slytherin himself, so if you question the Hat you’re questioning Slytherin’s own judgement.

4. Slytherins do not hate all muggleborns. Even the most vindictive and petty Slytherins have grown past this in modern years; Pansy Parkinson’s best friend Tracey Davis was a half-blooded witch. Even though some of the pureblood students might occasionally let the insult “mudblood” slip in regards to muggleborns and halfbloods from other houses, it’s a very present-company-excluded kind of thing. In fact, since the two criteria for entry to Slytherin house are “pureblooded” and “destined for great things”, half-bloods and muggleborns sorted into Slytherin are considered to be perhaps destined for greater things than the rest.

5. In fact, not many Slytherin students actually supported Voldemort during the second war. Most of them did not even support the changes that Snape made during the ‘97-‘98 schoolyear at Hogwarts (especially after the Carrows began to single out the half-blood Slytherins for punishment, which was the worst possible betrayal in the eyes of the pureblooded students). However, their loyalty to their parents and house both meant that many of them stood quietly by while the war happened. Many of them believed that they would be on the winning side if not the right one, and that speaking out against Voldemort would only get themselves and their loved ones hurt or killed. 

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The Salem Witches’ Institute

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And under here, Hedwig”—Harry pulled open a door under the stairs—“is where I used to sleep; You never knew me then— Blimey, it’s small, I’d forgotten… .” 
Harry looked around at the stacked shoes and umbrellas, remembering how he used to wake every morning looking up at the underside of the staircase, which was more often than not adorned with a spider or two. Those had been the days before he had known anything about his true identity; before he had found out how his parents had died or why such strange things often happened around him. But Harry could still remember the dreams that had dogged him, even in those days: confused dreams involving flashes of green light and once—Uncle Vernon had nearly crashed the car when Harry had recounted it—a flying motorbike..