February 2012
214 posts
Feb 23rd
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They say that ignorance is bliss. Right now I disagree.
Feb 23rd
Feb 23rd
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Table talk at the Waters' residence.
Augustus: It tastes like...
Hazel: Food.
Augustus: Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do I put this delicately…?
Hazel: It does not taste like God Himself cooked heaven into a series of five dishes which were then served to you accompanied by several luminous balls of fermented, bubly plasma while actual and literal flower petals floated down all around your canal-side dinner table.
Augustus: Nicely phrased.
Mr. Waters: Our children are weird.
Mr. Lancaster: Nicely phrased.
Feb 23rd
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As girly and generic as it sounds, I really love wearing pretty clothes.
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How I'd Like the Next Generation's School Days to...
Teacher: Crookshanks! Voldemort! Please could you get off that desk and sit down? OK, Merlin, can you hand out the tests for me?
Girl 1: What did I get on mine?
Girl 2: Spoilers!
Teacher: I heard that, River.
Girl 1: But I'm really worried, I think I got question 14b wrong...
Teacher: Actually, Hermione, you got 112%.
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Boy 1: I don't understand question six.
Boy 2: Me neither, but when the teacher walked past, I noticed her breathing rate pick up slightly when my pen was over Option D, so I put that.
Boy 1: I suppose it's your name...
Boy 2: My parents like me to make deductions, yes.
Boy 1: It's alright for you, Sherlock. Mine like me to get bad marks - apparently it fits with the name Neville.
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Teacher: Fred, will you collect the papers back in?
Boy 3: I'm not Fred, I'm George.
Teacher: Oh for goodness' sake, you're not even identical!
Boy 3: One of these days...
Boy 4: When we're running our joke shop...
Boy 3: We'll invent disguises...
Boy 4: And then you'll see.
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Teacher: That's the end of the lesson.
Boy 5: *Jumps out of window* Dobby... Dobby is free!
Girl 3: Dobby, you bad, bad boy! Students is not meant to be freed until the bell rings.
Teacher: It's OK, Winky, you can go too...
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The weeping angel you called ugly? She can't even...
okay-is-wonderful: shantasies: doctorwho: neeks: “If you don’t reblog, you only have one heart.” Fandom legitimizes everything.  I LOVE MY FANDOM.
Feb 21st
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“She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and...”
– Looking For Alaska  (via amberopants)
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