There was no waking from this nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been.
I have problems with my friends too :( being excluded is the worst. How did you deal with it? One day they talk to me, other days they don't.
I think it’s something everyone deals with from time to time. Just remind yourself that it won’t always be the way it is. Bad days will always come but it makes the good days even more special.
If you could change the ending of HP what would you have had happen
I don’t think I would tbh. I mean yeah I wish sometimes certain characters wouldn’t have died but I think it ended pretty well.
Is there someone in your friend circle you don't trust? Who's your least favourite and favourite?
I don’t even have an answer to that question and it’s very private. Not to be rude or anything but I’d rather questions about very personal things to be off anon so feel free to ask stuff but if it’s about my personal life I’d rather answer them privately as I’m sure my followers don’t want to hear this stuff anyway. :)
Well, well, Hermione, you really are the brightest witch of your age I’ve ever met.
Worst night out in college?
Probably the night this girl on the rebound made me go out with her. I ended up very drunk walking home alone. My housemates said I feel coming in the door (I can’t remember) went to bed. Got sick in my bed, had a shower still drunk at 3am and woke up on the floor with a towel wrapped around my head still. Needless to say I did not drink bulmers since that night.
We’ve all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we chose to act on, that’s who we really are.
Favourite alcohol beverage?
Lately my fave is kopperberg strawberry and lime since it tastes like fizzy melted strawberry mr freeze :)
Favourite member of the Weasley clan?
Probs Fred and George. I know that’s two but like they compliment each other.
A warmth was spreading through him that had nothing to do with the sunlight; a tight obstruction in his chest seemed to be dissolving. He knew that Ron and Hermione were more shocked than they were letting on, but the mere fact that they were still there on either side of him, speaking bracing words of comfort, not shrinking from him as though he were contaminated or dangerous, was worth more than he could ever tell them.