"We teachers are rather good at magic, you know." — Minerva McGonagall
If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love
Remember Cedric. Though we may come from different countries and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that, and we’ll celebrate a boy who was kind, and honest, and brave, and true. Right to the very end.
My goal in life is to enjoy what I do, and never to look back and say I wish I would have done that, and to go to UCLA, and to become someone great in life!
following back tons!
But the only exception actor-wise to my sort of “didn’t intrude” rule was Evanna Lynch, who plays Luna. I hear her voice when I write Luna. And I even put painted pictures on the ceiling of literally Luna’s room in tribute to Evanna, because she, the actress herself, is so creative. She’s so talented and I know her well. So she influenced the real Luna.
This makes me emotional.
this makes me cry
I’m gonna reblog this again to remind people that EVANNA WAS NOT PROMISED THE ROLE IF SHE OVERCAME ANOREXIA
SHE OVERCAME ANOREXIA AND LANDED THE ROLE ON HER OWN
THANK YOU STOP SPREADING THAT SHITTY RUMOR
"Come with me," she whispers so low that she does not think he hears her, but it does not matter — she knows that he has spent too long fighting against life to know how to stop.
His hair is slicked back with perspiration and his desire to fully see the world around him, and it a stark reminder of their youth. Of him, and Hogwarts, and when she had first encountered him with his hair like that. There are moments, huge lapses of time, that hang between that faded twelve year image and the one she sees so defined and hard in front of her. She feels time, heavy and cruel inside her chest, swelling up along her skin until she feels bruised by it. He was a horrible little boy, who became this man in front of her now. And while he stands there as a single speck among the hordes of war and loss, she sees him in sharp, bold lines against a backdrop of faint colors and other people’s lives. Because while Draco Malfoy is nothing to the world, he…he is everything to her. -(Chapter 47: The Fallout)