I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
Can you imagine someone casting their first successful corporeal Patronus, but it comes out enormous and unidentifiable and it just keeps emerging out of their wand… everyone turns to watch, confused and concerned, and the caster just stares blankly at the Patronus until some nerd recognizes the shape and shouts, “Good lord, it’s a Blue Whale!”
[screams from the rooftop of st barts] WHY WOULD YOU MAKE JOHN AND SHERLOCK HAVE DINNER (A ROMANTIC DATE AS IT’S POINTED OUT BY A CERTAIN CHARACTER THANK YOU VERY MUCH) AT A RESTAURANT AND HAVING JOHN ASK SHERLOCK IF HE IS GAY AND SINGLE AND HE SMILES AND LICKS HIS TONGUE AT THE ANSWERS AND SHERLOCK BLOODY HOLMES THE WORLD’S ONLY CONSULTING DETECTIVE AND SUPER GENIUS AND PERFUME SNIFFER BELIEVES JOHN IS HITTING ON HIM IF THEY WERE ONLY GOING TO BE PLATONIC OH MY GOD
Here’s my theory. The Harry Potter trio are actually representations of the other houses. Hermione is Ravenclaw. Ron is Hufflepuff. Harry is Slytheryn. They’re all in Gryffindor because they asked. In fact, everyone in that house could have been in another house if they hadn’t asked to be in Gryffindor. You have be ask to be in Gryffindor because their most defining feature is bravery and anyone can choose to be brave.
I fuck with your theory, marry me.