traditionalthegrace:

mugglebornheadcanon:

1138. Muggleborns who are/were fans of Sailor Moon charm their old Transformation pens and brooches and call out “Moon Crystal Power, Make Up!” and transform, trying to convince the purebloods and other students they’re really Sailor Guardians of love and justice.

sittingoverheredreaming this looks like a post for you!

Thank you so much for tagging me in this! ❤ This is my new favorite headcanon

geekquality:

doeandthestag:

Colours of Potter 1/50 
↳ Sonam Kapoor as Rowena Ravenclaw

“Whatever the history books tell you, don’t listen to them. These wizards and witches, who believe themselves to be so progressive? They learned from their white counterparts. (Or perhaps it was the other way around.)  Racism has always been present in the Wizarding World. It is just the privilege of the white that they don’t have to see it. We don’t have that privilege.

My initial research has revealed little of where this discrimination came from. Our people have been scrubbed from many of the records. Wizards travel much more than muggles do, but they think anyone they meet with skin darker than their own is “savage” and “uneducated”. They think their magic is better than anyone else’s.

They insist their Latin and Anglo Saxon spells are better than the Sanskrit spells that I know. They don’t understand that wands were made in Egypt long before white people had their hands on them. Two-way mirrors, flying carpets, astrology. All these things come from the lands these white people label as “backward”. They are so close-minded.

My father brought me to this country as a child. I was not even five years old. He had wanderlust after my mother had died and a thirst for knowledge. He thought there was much to learn from this small country. And there is! I do love it here. I love the harsh landscape, the mist that descends on the glens, the waves crashing on the rocks at the coast. As much as I long for India, I have fallen in love with this tiny place where my father brought me. This is why I suggested we build the castle near here.

I helped build this school to open young wizards’ and witches’ minds. No child is born racist. That’s what they say. I do believe that most of the time. I want to squash prejudice before it has the chance to take hold in their impressionable minds. I want to broaden their horizons. I want them to explore what they can do, and test and question what they think they know! They shouldn’t just be taught spells from their parents’ lap.

We have taken on such a huge task. These children are in our hands so we spent so long designing the school. It is our pride and joy. I spent hours designing the ever-changing floor plan, the secret passageways and the moving staircases. It inspires our students to be creative too. They can not only explore the castle here, but explore themselves.  

There are two things that press constantly against my mind. One is the future of the school. After we are gone, will the castle fall to ruins? It is my dream for the legacy to last forever: generations of children being educated here. Finding a home, as Godric, Helga, Salazar and I all found. The second, which is much more important, is Salazar’s view on those from muggle families. The others and I are unsettled by him. I can feel the cracks forming in our relationship but I simply cannot let this go. I will not tolerate this kind of discrimination in the heart of the school. Who knows what it will lead to?

God knows what discrimination has led to in the past. I reverently hope that history will not repeat itself – but humans… we never seem to learn.”

–  Extracts from Rowena’s notebook, 10th century AD.

OH GOODNESS. This is amazing.

angergirl:

I’m stopping after this one I promise

More Harry lives with Sirius after book 3 AU

The howler proceeds to scream all of Harry’s positive qualities for a good ten minutes

It takes the rest of the day to calm Hedwig down

Sirius considers this a relative victory and plans to try again the next time Harry seems a bit low on self worth.

theresstillme:

help

ginny as a little second-year—it’s just her third week into school and she’s already pulling late nights in the library trying to catch up by herself

because she’d ask the professors, but they look at her with this pity in their eyes she can’t stand

and the other kids…well, she may be young but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know they’re all whispering about her behind her back

so she’s like, drowning in this transfiguration text but she’s GOING TO GET THROUGH IT AND WRITE THIS SODDING ESSAY if it’s the LAST THING SHE EVER DOES

and she’s just about to start banging her head against the table when someone plops down beside her and says ‘wow, you’ve got the worst case of wrackspurts i’ve ever seen’

ginny looks over warily to see a skinny blonde girl staring at her with enormous blue eyes. she looks familiar from her classes, she thinks, but most of last year is just so fuzzy (it’s only the parts of it she wishes she could forget that are, of course, horrifically clear)

‘not that i can see them,’ the girl continues, tucking her wand behind her ear. ‘they’re invisible, wrackspurts. but you look like you’ve got a bad case. i’m luna. want to hear a joke? happy thoughts make them go away.’

oh. luna. loony luna. now ginny remembers. the girl with the weird father and the even weirder stories about creatures that don’t exist. the girl whose presence is followed by almost as many whispers as ginny’s.

luna’s staring at her, clearly waiting for an answer. she doesn’t look particularly loony to ginny. in fact, she looks like the one of the first students to be nice to ginny in almost three weeks.

‘sure,’ ginny says, a timid smile spreading across her face.

luna tilts her head. ‘you might not need a joke anymore. i think you’ve got happy thoughts of your own now.’

ginny leans in and grins more deliberately, and a warmth unfurls in her chest at the smile luna offers in return. ‘tell me anyway.’

sasstronauuut:

thatcouldhavegoneworse:

thatwriterchickyouknow:

septemregnasansae:

no but bi harry deliberately fucking with ron like they’re at christmas dinner or w/e and harry just goes “you know ron i’m in love with your sister and everything but if bill was single…goddamn. i’d go there”

bill winks across the table at harry

ron screams

“GODDAMN IT YOU CAN’T TAKE ALL MY SIBLINGS, HARRY.”

“Don’t worry, Ron, you can keep Percy.”

I FUKCGIN PISSED MYSELF