I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I got a lot to live up to.
The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming.
Have a nice ride back home!
You’re the boy who lived.
“We teachers are rather good at magic, you know.”
Veni, Vidi, Vici
“Obviously I’ll never be in anything with the commercial success that Harry Potter has but then again neither will anyone else.”
She hated him! Nah, she didn’t.
I’m so tired of people telling me German is an “ugly, angry” language. When my German teacher tells us jokes it’s the sweetest, happiest language in the world. When I teach my father the word for daughter he smiles, repeating “Tochter” to himself until he gets it right, and in that moment German sounds like pride. There’s nothing angry or ugly about a language that never says goodbye, only “until we meet again.”