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International Women's Day

Happy International Women's Day to all my ladies! Be empowered and strong and let's all fight for gender equality and peace. In honour of this day I have a few quick HP dialogues and snippets.

Queen Lily Evans

Horace Slughorn: Can I have four strong boys help me with these chairs?

Lily: *raises her hand*

Slughorn: Yes Miss Evans?

Lily: I am volunteering.

Slughorn: *frowning* For what?

Lily: To help with the chairs.

Slughorn: Well...I don't think that would be entirely proper. Let the gentlemen carry the heavy things Miss Evans.

Lily: *picking up three chairs at once* Don't tell me you think Peter could carry this much?! No offence Pete.

Class: *stunned silence*

James Potter: Go Evans! Greatest woman of all!

Minerva McGonagall Headmistress of Hogwarts and reluctant holder of an Order of Merlin First Class

Minister of Magic: Well, Professor McGonagall, in honour of your many years of service for this school we would like to present you with the following award and kindly ask your assistance in choosing the next headmaster of Hogwarts.

McGonagall: I do not need an award for this war and let it be clear that Albus himself suggested I be next headmistress to the school.

Minister of Magic: I understand your view professor, however there has never been a female headmaster at the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. It would be outrageous to so many wizarding families.

McGonagall: You might find that in the months that I have led this school, grades have skyrocketed, children have been happier than ever, parents have been asking for school programs and more and more young witches and wizards have decided to join the school.

Minister of Magic: That might be so, but you would still hold the deputy headmistress position. You would maintain your influence and power over the school in a more appropriate place.

McGonagall: I seem to remember that the school falls outside of your area of legislation and I therefor invoke my right as Headmistress to ban you from all decisions related to it from now on.

———Daily Prophet———

Minerva McGonagall Headmistress of Hogwarts

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Hermione Granger, the smartest witch her age

Draco: Father you won't believe this. The smartest person this year is a girl. And a mud blood no less.

Lucius: I refuse to believe that. What has this world come to?

Draco: She can't cook or sew but I've heard she can brew polyjuice potion.

Lucius: This is an outrage! Allowing girls into the school! But mudbloods? That is where I draw the line!

Draco: She is so improper! She wears her hair all over the place! And she won't be seen dead with makeup.

Lucius: That is just so unbecoming of a woman! I do not want you associating with that kind of scum Draco Malfoy!

Draco: Of course, father!

-time skip-

-:Do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take Hermione Jean Granger as your lawfully wedded wife?

Draco: I do.

-: And do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Draco Lucius Malfoy as your lawfully wedded husband?

Hermione: I do.

-:Then by the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Lucius: *wiping a tear and looking at his wife* He's marrying the smartest one of them all. The one and only. The brightest witch her age. That's our son!

Narcissa Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was the only known death eater who did not take the mark. She managed to raise a son during the most difficult times of her life. She managed to keep her composure around one of the most conservative, sexist and blood purist men in wizarding society. She saved Harry's life and, with that, the entire wizarding world. She managed to be perceived as the epitome of a pureblooded lady while, at the same time, only ever caring about those close to her. She was the one of the best characters in Harry Potter and I will stand by this statement.

Ginny Weasley was a badass

No one, I mean no one, can convince me that Ginny Weasley stayed at home with her three kids and cooked and cleaned like a nice little wife. And no one can tell me Harry wanted her to do that. Ginny went on to have a career in Quidditch. And every time, Harry sat in the rows, looking up at his wife, surrounded by his children and told anyone who would listen: "That's my wife you know? The best player up there?". They would nod at him as if he was deranged until they saw the scar. She would fly over to where he was sitting when there was a pause and he would hand her a flower or another good luck charm and tell her she was doing great. She would fly back out and beat everyone's behind with her superb skills. That's the real Ginny. Book Ginny. The Ginny we love and deserve.