One crazy, sleep-deprived Potterhead. I'm shy when you first meet me but when you do finally get to know me (and i can have a proper conversation with you) i am completely fucked up. 


Back to witches and wizards and magical beasts, to goblins and ghosts and to magical feasts. It's all that i love and it's all that i need at Hogwarts, Hogwarts, I think i'm going back.

"Remember a portkey can be a seemingly harmless object, like... a football or a dolphin."
"Professor, can like, a person be a portkey?"
"No, that's absurd. Because then if a person were to touch themselves... (Stares at Ron)... they would constantly be transported into different places."

"Why that's abusrd."
"You're absurd!"
"WHAT! Say that again to my face."
"YOU'RE ABSURD"
"That's absurd!"

"All right, favourite Aimee Mann song on three, 123"
"Redvines"
"Favourite colour vines other than green"
"Redvines"
"Favourite way to say "Red Wines" in a german accent"
"Red Vines OHMYGOD!!"

"Sssssnaake, I'm a sssnaake. Woah, where'd my arms go, just kidding, i'm a sssnaaake."

"Hermione, this is depraved, I love it."
"Really?"
"oh yes, this makes fifty shades of gray a fucking book for kids."