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do you ever get that horrible feeling in your stomach because you can’t imagine anyone ever falling in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of their life with you
isn’t it weird that we have one hand that knows how to do everything and then one hand that just sits there like “I don’t know how to hold a pencil”
"We’re allowed to bring guests," said Hermione, who for some reason had turned a bright, boiling scarlet, "and I was going to ask you to come, but if you think it’s that stupid then I won’t bother!"
Harry suddenly wished the pod had flown a little further so that he need not have been sitting there with the pair of them. Unnoticed by either, he seized the bowl that contained the pod and began to try and open it by the noisiest and most energetic means he could think of; unfortunately, he could still hear every word of their conversation.
“You were going to ask me?” asked Ron, in a completely different voice.
“Yes,” said Hermione angrily, “But obviously if you’d rather I get off with McLaggen …”
There was a pause while Harry continued to pound the resilient pod with a trowel.
“No, I wouldn’t,” said Ron, in a very quiet voice. Harry missed the pod, hit the bowl, and it shattered.
fun fact: if you tell someone to kill themselves it’s considered encouraging suicide and you can get a fine of $25,000 and 10+ years in prison. if they actually commit you can be charged with manslaughter.
so really it’s in your best interest not to be a cunt.
At the end of the hallway she turns and says, “Have a piece of cake for me, all right? The chocolate. It’s delicious.” She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.