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Thank you for the tag @cats-and-books-4-me ! :D
Mine is certainly silly … I wasn’t expecting it :
I’m bisexual which means I’m attracted to her parents lol
Help why is it literally just this meme -
Now let’s see … Imma tag @miahearts @h9rrorfilms @x-adoringvoid-x @smallturtlebomb @cybernekos , without any pressure ❣️
I'm asexual which means I'm attracted to the exit.
Well...I mean...accurate?
I am Munchies, god of the two men
(TWO MEN? HELP? This just proves how messed up my auto correct/predictive text is-)
I am Arran, god of the most important thing
EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username
My gender is a strangled sort of thing that comes with shorting out
uh. what?
Type "my gender is" on your phone and let your phone finish the sentence, then tag your moots to keep the chain going, I'll go first.
My gender is a little bit more intense than I thought I could have done
@mirukosbitchywife @get-junpeid
i’m bisexual which means that you don’t know how i’m supposed be and that i have a crush 😻 and that i’m just gonna have fun 🤩 i want a girlfriend who is my friend so badly
excuse me??
open tags cause everyone i know has already been tagged <3
I'm asexual which means I'm attracted to the exit.
Well...I mean...accurate?
Harry Potter and the summoning of Old Wizard Grumble
Predictive text writing a weird Harry Potter story, with Botniks / @objectdreams keyboard prototype public app.
I just changed minor things so the sentences actually make some kind of sense xD Enjoy Harry Potter and the summoning of Old Wizard Grumble. Don’t forget m'boy Barty
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Harry could hear her muttering under the desk. Professor Lupin looked aghast with his left eye and drooling angrily. Hermione defended voice echoed impressively through the darkness towards them.
“Where do vanished objects go, I barely know and tell me more about those tea leaves gentlemen!”
“I think we ought to ask the Dark Lord’s snatchers. But how come you’ve not already stolen Neville’s books?” Lupin muttered moon-eyed. “Depression,” she said quietly behind her enormous arm waving at Harry over her head. Harry spoke again: “You think it’s up to me because you’re that snappy?” The floor beside them fell into silence. Sleep caught them all, for the first time in hours. Suddenly the portrait hole opened its mouth wide with terror for some sign of interrupting. Harry’s face washed vividly and looked over the threshold with love. “Shouting menacingly obviously exhausted the department like a weapon, you know?” said Hermione with utter astonishment.
Harry looked closer — professor ’Grumble’ pointing at him from every corner. Snow reappearing suddenly as though they knew who had gone mad now.
“Don’t Harry! We can’t jump you to your beloved Lord Voldemort!”
Harry didn’t listen to Ronley; instead he started hiccupping under his nose. “Well it’s warning me to teach the department mysteries about you. Looks like they’ve wanted points for Gryffindor.”
There seemed to breathe a Figure on their backs and clambered rather frightened into their view. Ron stared up into Harry’s green eyes.
“Ghoul you harry, come here and remain present or it’s staying like this between us!” said Ron sharply face contorted with concentration.
“… afraid I can’t. Yeah, magic wishes that we never take goodness out of our hearts, only on Mondays,” he whispered again, pointing toward himself trapped inside his robes.
“Hermione, do something!” screamed Ron sharply vibrating with joy before they would all be fruitless weasels trapped in hugs of robes. Mungo’s a little straighter than usual and they contain invisibility on Harry’s dancing shamrock uncontrollably.
She screamed Madam Window into view once before but there were many slender fingers along the corridor. Too many.
She wondered… Had Voldemort ever raised eyebrows coldly — like Ron forcefully and convincing? She couldn’t unblinkingly repeat the great dislike they gravely had experienced.
“I thought we ought to ask away ideas from death eaters who’d Hagrid make grawp?”
“Obviously they don’t,” Lupin demanded suspiciously, “Harry caught them, don’t I know what this means?”
“I don’t decide which makes bagman good as if you’d get it either way.” Hermione defends, “Sent it to me and he won’t pay attention to what you were supposed to do.”
Hermione gasped sternly as they both grabbed her and pulled her wand pointing warningly. Politeness had never been their magic.
Quietly… commotion had turned still and for support she didn’t crouch or protect Harry as Luna dreamily reached into Harry’s eyes.
Slowly, nearly hiccupping slightly too, she was sure to look suspicious.
Then several lights flickered and Professor Lupin firmly said a familiar arts of wizardry candle spell. Finally, light roared into the corridor and they saw what had attacked Harry.
There on his chest they saw Hermione’s face contorted with rage!
“Tragic losses is challenge enough without Dumbledore.” Ron complaining while Ariana sings in their dormitories.
“And now look at happy Harry. He seems to have crashed there…” They all looked at Harry Potter and Luna, bodies waffling over the chamber.
Hermione began pulling shards indifferently from Harry, before they had time to attempt a low blow to her middle.
Ron was fascinated as the entrance to Gryffindor had just emerged.
This meant that Luna had probably deliberately turned hiccup into the dark arts! Harry began tearing up in time, looking at Hermione with something close to wonder.
“Are you alright, Harry?” she asked him.
“I think we should vote next time, so we dungbombs don’t get stuck again.”
“I dunno.” she questioned him, “M'boy Barty Crouch took possession of you. You would have failed even with Dumbledore’s Picnic Law Enforcement Patrol, ah.”
“The ministry has hushed; you see vengeance… I had to Dumbledore it.” Harry defended.
“Broomsticks holds him up and down whether you’ve get rid of Horcruxes or something else unworthy.”
Suddenly there were footsteps below - Ron sobbed into Harry’s fire whisky, tickling all three prisoners of magical mischief at once.
They didn’t realise Dumbledore quietly billowed free from inside Griffindors gate.
Dumbledore smiled at each witch or wizard in front of him.
“Don’t I know you?” But before he’d voice his pigwidgeon, he turned quickly to the window and hanging himself upside down, “Oh well, I don’t mean to be difficult. I just went to heaven’s lake.”
“Birdy will understand.” said Dumbledore cheerfully to the ceiling as a normal bird worked at his feet. Raven said nothing. It bounced onto Dumbledore’s tilted hat decorated with his hands.
Harry bitterly leaves all magic. The cloak falling out of invisibility, as the wizard long thought lost, stood before them once again.
There on his faces set his fingers together again holding Harry close. An image he thought was trying to get through to him. It was. He was supposed to be ice, died doing what you’re supposed to do, if you’re ministry. And now he’s sorry about what happened?
How did he know it’s people and not fawkes? What’s the matter with Dumbledore?
“Merlin’s games snapped yeh pureblood tale prophecy about Voldemort and then we’re just trying to stop his plan?”
“Suspicions have even lowered you to take this surprised moonstone and now you see Voldemort everywhere.” Dumbledore sighed.
Then Harry shouted over his shoulder at Dumbledore. The dust of a moonstone tingling in his nose.
“I’m even underage and you think it’s going awkward? No one else is that mad and hairy I reassure you.”
“In spite of everything else, Voldemort abandoned you, Harry. You see, his face been trying quick cloak magic.” Dumbledore tried to explain.
Then Hermione Granger crossing lines again by saying it’s Slughorn’s whatsoever and that’s it. They seemed dead serious on trying to stop Voldemort this year, but it wasn’t supposed to pennyfeather the end of magic!
Cruelty matters now, silly little girl she was.
What happened, yes, I think was Hermione’s guarded understanding of how to close Dumbledore’s room.
She didn’t know what’s okay anymore. Eh, I don’t blame her and that’s deathly but she can’t nonstop Harry Potter her way around.
What happened last night got something much worse form mixed ancient affairs and draw attention to the school.
“I think someone flushed lord Voldemort himself free to come forward and then, m'boy Barty perfectly capable thinks I’ll strike it down. I don’t.” she explained proudly to the old Wizard Grumble. “Because helping muggle women wear those Dementor’s socks wounds Harry's brainpower strongly.”
Dumbledore just purple from inside allowed defeat unhinged.
“Please sit down. I think we need to discuss boats.”