i wrote a book when i was a small child, like in elementary school still, and gave it to my mum for mothers day. I found it at my grandmas house when i was there yesterday since my mom is currently out at burning man and kinda (sorta) working(?) maybe somewhere in the bay area (i think) in California. So i havent seen her for a while, which is fine, i think her moving out of Utah was really good for her, she was not happy here, but because of that there is a bunch of boxes of her stuff at my gmas, which is why i found this book there. It brought back some serious memories i started reminiscing about the past and everything.
ALSO ONE OF MY NEW TEACHERS HER STAMP OF APPROVAL THAT SHE PUTS ON YOUR STUFF IF YOU DID A GOOD JOB IS A BIRB THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT
You think having the same teachers as your older siblings is bad imagine if you got the same teachers your uncle had last year
I honestly think people forget that the church and state are supposed to be separate. Give me one non-religious reason against same sex marriage. One non-religious reason against stem cell research. One non-religious reason against safe abortions. Go ahead.
I’ve been saying this for YEARS.
So we know it’s JK’s headcanon that Dudley has a magical child, right? Imagine his kid starting to show signs of magic and Dudley remembering all the odd things that used to happen around Harry. Imagine his kid coming home from Hogwarts and being all, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME UNCLE HARRY WAS FAMOUS?” Imagine Dudley reading up on Harry and finding out about all the stuff he did and all the things that happened to him and struggling to grasp how his scrawny, speccy cousin saved the wizarding world. Imagine Dudley, white-faced with terror at his first big family get-together with Harry, Hermione and all the remaining Weasleys. Imagine Mrs Weasley being decidedly cool towards him until he eats fifth helpings of everything she cooks and telling her that she’s the best cook he’s ever met. Imagine Dudley meeting Fleur. Imagine the others embarrassing Harry by telling Dudley stories about him. Imagine Dudley and Harry going down the pub together for beers. Imagine Harry still calling him Big D. Imagine Dudley cheerfully never dieting ever again and being fat and happy forever THE END.
This makes me absurdly happy
did they just made me happy about DUDLEY
I have thought about this before. I imagined Dudley breaking down and sending Harry a letter somehow or other. Like maybe he goes to all the local nature preserves and quietly talks to all the owls until one agrees to take his letter. And he tells Harry his small daughter made their TV only play old reruns of the Vicar of Dibley for a month and she somehow turned every plate of vegetables into a pudding. And so he’s sorry to ask, but he needs help. His wife is at her wit’s end. Please help.