The day we learned our next con may or may not be a toothpaste convention.
I told you, I came for the ribbons, I didn’t sign up for this sobby bullshit!
I came to the con for the ribbons. I don’t see what all this Harry Potter stuff is for???
modern Hogwarts headcanon
muggleborn sixth years jumping from moving staircase to moving staircase shouting “PARKOUR”
The gentle, caring spirits of the staircases are confused by this generation of students. They attempt to adjust their paths to save the tumbling students, only to have them leap from their barristers to perch on a windowsill before repeating their strange incantation and dropping onto a landing. The stairs are ancient. The stairs are weary. The portraits cannot explain this behavior to them, and thus the stairs acquiesce, as they had to so many strange teenagers before.