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when McGonagall finds out that Ginny is pregnant, and that the Weasley and Potter bloodlines will converge, she marks on her calender the day the child will turn 11 and that is the day she retires
Imagine Hagrid going to Berk.
Bearded men the same size as him.
Dragons of every shape and size.
IMAGINE HAGRID ON BERK.
Yer a Viking Hagrid.
"the sound… where is it come from. The window, the rain the outside the open air.
oh dear god what the world wouldn’t do for open air once again.” her mutterings went unheard. The only other occupant of the room being the near lifeless form of the sleeping beast at the foot of her bed.
"wont that fucking incessant noise stop. Like buckets, buckets pouring form the heavens. Like the angels and god up on high are taking a heavy piss on all of us. Wont the damned crone fix her gutters. How can one sleep with that sound rushing past, hitting the ground.. oh god, it’s probably dripping into the foundation with these torrent rains.. causing mold. Things to crack crumble. What if the wall collapses. Bringing the ceiling and crap above to come crashing down on me like oh so many rocks on a billy goat in the mountains." he knew he was rambling, anyone with half a mind could tell. And if anything she knew that he had at least that much. The near torturous sound of water pouring out of the rust eating gutters hadn’t driven him completely insane.
The beast took in a deep breath as it shifted it’s position. Quickly silencing the rambling young woman, causing her thoughts to bleed internally. A vary dangerous condition, if one has the sort of mind to start wandering dangerously when left unchecked.
i wonder when beast will finally perish. It’s so unbecoming of it… it’s such an ugly thing now, withered away like so many dried persimmons left in the desert. I wonder if you stuck it outside in the rain, would it suck up all the moister from under my window, become fat and plump again..
He shakes his head. Knowing all to well that even if soaked for a very long time in water that the beast would never about be as voluptuous as it had once been. It was old, worn. Needing of some tender care, but he hadn’t the patience to properly tend it. It was hard enough being himself. “and so we come to this, an old hag and a useless thing just lazing about now are we.. cornered in a room with no corners and being made to listen to constant sound.. always. I think I’d fair much better if there was no sound at all. Maybe it’s the inability to not hear my own thoughts that makes then so disordered, they just come at the wrong times because they can’t hear their que to come on stage.”
she lays her head back. What time was it anyway, wandering in her own mind for some many hours. Speaking out loud when the beast wouldn’t stir from it. For that matter.. what year. Ah, well time didn’t matter anyway. Only the constant coming and going of the rains…
if only they’d stop just long enough to let her sleep……
CRUSH THE IDEA THAT NONBINARY PEOPLE HAVE TO BE MASCULINE IN ORDER TO BE ANDROGYNOUSFOREVER AND EVER
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