And as he thought this, the scar on his forehead burned so badly that he clapped his hand to it. “What’s up?” said Hermione, looking alarmed. “Scar,” Harry mumbled. “But it’s nothing … it happens all the time now”. None of the others had noticed a thing.
remember when I watched tv shows for fun and not because I was emotionally dependent with the fate of the characters
reasons you should date me:
- i bake things and they taste good usually
- i will cuddle you always
- you can chill w/me for hours and just read or watch movies and not talk
- i could’ve murdered like 17 people by now but i haven’t
"My friends call me Grandma, but, like, Grandma’s killing it right now. I’m pretty sure Grandma nailed it in a half-naked Terry Richardson shoot, okay? So I’m fine with it. I just do my thing. I do what’s best for me. That’s it."