When in Doubt, Go to the Library

Okay, so I think I like the pencil version the best, but oh well. It took me all night to do this and damn it I did it!

Okay, so I think I like the pencil version the best, but oh well. It took me all night to do this and damn it I did it!

posted 2 years ago with 5 notes

OKAI GUISE

I have finished the pencil portion of my drawing, and I want to show you guys!! I just gotta figure out how to get it on the compy :P

Also, you should get on the HP chatzy too… Im there all alone! 

posted 2 years ago

PUT A LETTER FROM A - Z IN MY ASK BOX AND I’LL TELL YOU SOMETHING I LOVE WHICH STARTS WITH THAT LETTER

Reblog if you are a wizard or a witch

iwillalwaysbeastarshipranger:

1.4 million wizards on Tumblr!

1.4 MILLION WIZARDS ON TUMBLR

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ALMOST 2

2 Million!

2.7 Million

Almost 3 Million!!!!

4 MILLION!!!!

LET’S GET THIS TO 5 MILLION!!

Let’s get 5 million!!!

Instant reblog

I REBLOG THIS EVERY TIME IT’S ON MY DASH.



motherofseven said: You don’t need to find a spell hunny, you’re hair is beautiful.


Thank you Mrs Weasley. *smiles* It really isnt all that bad to deal with.

posted 2 years ago


Anonymous asked: "Is there a spell that can fix your poofy hair?"

Well, I tried Sleekeazys Hair Potion once, but it was way too much work to do all the time… I have yet to find a good spell to tame it

posted 2 years ago with 2 notes

creookami:


There is one mirror in the house.He has contemplated smashing it. Or selling it, or hiding it away: getting rid of it. But he can’t. It’s stupid (so stupid, he’s gone) but he can’t help himself. Because every time he walks by, he is there. Watching, walking with him, step for step. In his min he knows (a reflection, he’s gone) but in his heart he feels. Pretends. He sees him, still there, alive in a reflection. His reflection. Sometimes, when he is all alone, he sits in front of it and just stares. In his mind they talk. It’s not hard to imagine; they have always finished each other’s sentences. They talk, and talk, and laugh, and live again. Both of them. When he doesn’t move it’s like he is really there, sitting and staring and saved.Then he has to shift, twitch, and the magic is broken, and he is alone again (just your reflection). All that is left is a hand pressed against unyielding glass, hot tears and a cold reflection and the truth, the painful truth.There is one mirror in the house, and it both saves him and breaks him.

I saw the picture and I had to.
Drawing by viria13 on DeviantArt.

creookami:

There is one mirror in the house.

He has contemplated smashing it. Or selling it, or hiding it away: getting rid of it. But he can’t. It’s stupid (so stupid, he’s gone) but he can’t help himself. Because every time he walks by, he is there. Watching, walking with him, step for step. In his min he knows (a reflection, he’s gone) but in his heart he feels.

Pretends.

He sees him, still there, alive in a reflection. His reflection. Sometimes, when he is all alone, he sits in front of it and just stares. In his mind they talk. It’s not hard to imagine; they have always finished each other’s sentences. They talk, and talk, and laugh, and live again. Both of them. When he doesn’t move it’s like he is really there, sitting and staring and saved.

Then he has to shift, twitch, and the magic is broken, and he is alone again (just your reflection). All that is left is a hand pressed against unyielding glass, hot tears and a cold reflection and the truth, the painful truth.

There is one mirror in the house, and it both saves him and breaks him.

I saw the picture and I had to.

Drawing by viria13 on DeviantArt.

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