imagine a muggleborn in hogwarts starts singing Bohemian Rhapsody under their breath and then another muggleborn notices and starts singing along
and then suddenly all the muggleborns in the area are belting out the lyrics and head banging and every single pureblood is left utterly confused
everyone has that “thing” about them that people talk about when you’re not there.
WHAT IS MINE
Still a little pissed I can’t fly or set things on fire with my mind
when you and your friend say the same witty comment in reply to someone else simultaniously
Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?