melissaanelli

melissaanelli:

thehpalliance:

melissaanelli:

harryandthepotters:

First annual HPA vs LeakyCon Quidditch Match is one week from tonight. Gonna sweep the floor with LeakyCon.

Overheard in a leakycon meeting: “Do you get the idea that they’re taking this a little bit more seriously than we are?”

You mean your team isn’t lifting copies of Order of the Phoenix 24/7? Hashtag weak.

We don’t know what it’s like in the muggle world, but wizards train to win.

Did….

DID YOU JUST

did

DID YOU JUST

 

Call

US

MUGGLES?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?

THAT’S IT HPA. GET ON YOUR DRAGONBACK AND BREAK OUT OF THE MINISTRY BECAUSE IT IS ON TIL THE BREAK OF DAWN, WIZARDS AND WITCHES.

bcdaily

Tents, Tea, and Rubbish [FIC, PG]

bcdaily:

A/N: In which there is banter, more banter, and nothing but banter. All mistakes are mine because I am too lazy to edit this properly. Also, French, lolz.

Harry arrives back at the family tent to find everyone eating breakfast and Rita Skeeter’s morning Prophet article hanging, framed, upon the nearest cloth wall.

“Redecorated, have we?” he asks.

Ginny flicks her wand from her spot in front of the tent stove, tilting the kettle and pouring out three cups of tea. “It’s the latest thing,” she says. “We’re calling it, ‘Rustic Rubbish.’”

“The world was a better place when that woman was just a beetle in a jar,” Hermione mutters, spooning out a helping of eggs onto Rosie’s plate. “Honestly, the things she comes up with.”

I think it’s brilliant,” Harry’s eldest son, James, declares, sitting up in his seat, his mouth half-full with toast and marmalade. “We’re famous!”

“You’re barely even mentioned!” Ginny argues.

James grins cheekily. “You never mention us at all in your articles, Mum.”

Ginny rolls her eyes. “Quiet, you. Otherwise I’m abandoning you in London again.”

“I want to be abandoned in London!” Hugo shouts.

“Me too, me too!” Lily cries.

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