#proud to be a slytherin

[blissfulwoes]

[fandomfrenzy97]

My 1st (and only) Flying Class. I’d been buzzing to ride a broom since Day 1…naturally after class had been dismissed, I immediately fast travelled to Spintwitches in Hogsmeade to purchase a broom of my own…I chose Ember Dash because it reminded me of Harry Potter’s Nimbus 2000. Before long, I had to beat Imelda Reyes’ time trial…her record was 2:20:00…I managed to beat her at 1:38:87…she was NOT impressed…I couldn’t care less…in that moment, I had no regrets being smug as hell 😏.

[moondustinfj]

*Regulus fake dating Barty to make James jealous*

Barty *in a fake accent* : Regulus, love, you'll have to introduce me

Barty: *wraps his arms around Regulus' neck*

Regulus: Of course. This is James

James *looking between them* : Hi

Barty * taking James' hand* : Sorry, Jim?

James *annoyed*: It's James.

Barty: Jacob? Jacques? Giacomo?

Regulus: James

Barty: Ooooh ok, fancy

James: It was...nice to meet you

Barty: So nice to meet you too Hamish

[marlsswrites]

Dumbledore: You’re getting the dementors kiss, Crouch

Barty: Sorry, I can’t do that.

Dumbledore:

Barty talking about Evan: I’m a taken man, I can’t go around kissing other men!

Dumbledore: I-

Barty: What do you think I am? A slag?

Regulus coming back from the dead: Precisely.

Evan coming back from the dead: He’s a keeper.

[hawaiianshirttaco64]

So @ every artist, writer, and everyone who loves rosekiller, thank you for creating and sharing your amazing creativity, bc WE MADE IT ON THE TOP 100 SHIPS OF 2024 PEOPLEEEEE

The marauders fandom will LIVE ANOTHER YEAR

Top 100 ships post here wolfstar got 24 but rosekiller needs a special shout-out I feel

[kaal-naagin]

Severus Snape Headcanon:

Severus speaks so slowly and enunciated everything is mainly because of his background and his school social circles. He was born in a working class family and Tobias wasn't the most refined of the speakers. When Severus arrived at school, he was a foul mouthed kid. He learned to speak better and enunciate every word because most of the slytherins were pureblood upper class and you have to be refined to command their respect. I can imagine little Severus reading every classic he could find in the library (and Lucius teaching him patiently)

[shrimpalbuspotter]

Albus giggling to himself as he walks away every time he does the iconic Slytherin "sneer and tch" to some random student. They're standing around, minding their own business, and suddenly out comes Albus looking at them like dirt on his shoe and tutting to himself, followed by a chuckle which he THINKS is quiet but really isn't.

[marauders-bs]

"Listen, man, I'm sorry!"

He wasn't sorry, and Regulus knew it damn well. He was only sorry he'd gotten caught. It was best that it had been Regulus- anyone else and he'd be dead, especially James. Regulus remembered when someone had called him the word this kid had called Remus.

Honestly, it was probably that which made the decision easier. "You're not," he said, pushing the idiot boy who'd called Remus a slur out of the way and imagining the look on the kid's face when all of them beat him up. "But you will be."

[yupthisisshe]

Affections Revealed and Answered - Mattheo Riddle x gn! Reader

A/N: reader could be of any house; language warning (Mattheo says the f-word once); they are making out (that’s most of the plot but I swear it's supposed to be kinda cute); no nudity or sex; very close friends to lovers; the kind of Mattheo that’s nice to his friends and people he cares about but absolutely will get into fights if he thinks the other person deserves it; also I wrote and edited this in once sitting - so yay me! <3

You were sat in Mattheo’s lap, straddling him as you both sat on the couch in your common room. If it were anyone else, they would get weird looks or teasing comments, but people knew better than to disrespect Mattheo, and even more so they knew better than to disrespect you lest Mattheo find out. This intimate position wasn’t unusual for the two of you. I mean, what else were friends for if not comfort? But you wanted more this time. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his shoulder and neck, as per usual, but instead of just laying there innocently like you normally would, you began to kiss at it.

“[Y/n]…” Mattheo questioned, not completely sure of what was happening at the moment, but sure of where it would be going if you continued. You could tell his tone was supposed to come out with a bit of a warning undertone, but all that really came out were questions unasked, but soon to be answered.

“Do you want this?” you asked.

“Fuck yes,” he replied, and you sensed longing in his tone that suggested he’s wanted this more than you know for longer than you know. Rather than go back to his neck, you went straight to his face. You grabbed his face and your lips smashed together. Soon, you were licking at his bottom lip, asking for entrance into the caverns of his mouth, and he couldn’t have been happier to oblige. He opened his mouth and your velvety tongues danced in a composition of longing and affection. Matthew gripped you gently but strongly, one hand against the back of your head and the other arm circling your waist. Your hands had both moved to the back of his head, trying to pull him impossibly close. The light moans and groans you both let out were enough to tell you that maybe you were close enough, but your hearts and bodies couldn't help but want more. You ended up pushing him to lie down across the couch in the process of your affections. You laid across him as he refused to let go. You kissed for minutes, disconnecting for breaths and reconnecting like you couldn't bear to be apart once you caught your breath. After so long, you stopped to speak what felt like the most important sentence in your life.

“I love you, Mattheo.”

He smiled and you both let out a light, breathy giggle.

“I love you too, [Y/n].” He had the softest smile on his face, like it was proof of his words.

You smiled lovingly and proceeded to rest your head on his shoulder. Perfectly positioned for you to apply kisses to his jawline or chin, and for him to apply kisses to your forehead, or nose if he tilted your chin up a bit. He held you in his arms, one arm holding you securely, and the other rubbing you softly and lovingly. You lay there together, comfortable in your new relationship, and already knowing somehow that you would love each other for life.

[soraya-snape]

Found these old pictures of a fake Instagram account I created for Sev during his time at Hogwarts.

[ecstarry]

from having a ghost in my bed by @fromagony

[vii-is-free]

NEW HEADCANON ALERT

For all the Sebastian girlies like me who let him get away with murder, I think we should be rewarded with a happy ending for our boy lmao

I like to imagine that Sebastian forges a new path for himself without dark magic, all while keeping sight of his goal. The culmination of everything that drives him - his devotion to his sister, the love of his friends, and his new found ambition to reverse the pain caused by the dark arts - leads Sebastian to write one of the most consequential magical textbooks of the 20th century:

“Not many textbooks hold the distinction of being required reading for both Herbology and Potions at the N.E.WT. level. It’s unsurprising the author has his roots in house Slytherin. I am, however, pleasantly surprised that a former student of mine, especially one as audacious as Professor Sallow, created one of my favorite and most bookmarked references. - A review by Aesop Sharp, retired Hogwarts Professor and Auror.

[not-rab]

☀︎part 13 of my Singer/Songwriter Twitter AU☀︎

☀︎ time skip (only about a month though<3) ☀︎

☀︎ part 12 ☀︎ part 14 ☀︎

@malakiwis <3

[moonyswarmsweaters]

me: do literally anything

my mind: I wonder which Mauraders era character would also do it too

[star4daisy]

Barty's the type of guy that if a dog barks at him you can bet ur ass he gonna bark back LOUDER until he asserts his dominance over the doggy

[lupiinist]

heeeey tumblr, have a little shortfic jegulus in this infernal hot night:

"Regulus is having dreams again.

Dreams he didn't have ever since he was fifteen; ever since his brother ran away from home.

He doesn't dream often.

Didn't have nightmares when his father died, or when his mother died. He didn't have nightmares when he was all but nineteen, all out in the world, completely alone if not for his friends, freshly transitioned, and going to college.

So it was unusual, after so long, that he would come back to having the same dreams again."