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thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

Imagine the ghosts.

Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

Imagine the students who never use magic again.

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(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

{August 20 2014}

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mdmsll3n0ir
Hi (how is the future going so far? Anything big we need to prepare for?)

haha the future’s not looking terrible…although tests are very present in at least mine…

don’t try to make me stay

lovely girl won’t you stay

here comes, comes the weekend

i’m on the corner, waiting for the light to come on

you say you fell while holding diamonds in your hand

(“Irresistible” - One Direction; “Big Parade” - The Lumineers; “Here Comes the Weekend” - P!nk; “Cold Desert” - Kings of Leon; “In the Rough” - Anna Nalick)

{August 20 2014}

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dogjournal:

PIT BULL COMFORTS SICK DOGS AT THE VET - "Dominic lays with dogs as they come out of surgery, which calms them, making it much easier on the vet techs to handle the dogs as they wake up."

A Pit Bull named Dominic has earned the title of “Denkai Recovery Specialist” at the Denkai Veterinary Care Clinic in Colorado. Staff members noticed that Dominic would go to dogs who are recovering from surgery and cuddle with them. In addition to dogs, he also comforts cats also. Read more from the greeleytribune.com:

Haswell, though, remained a little skeptical. Dominic was cuddling with the new dog because he was cold, she thought.

She changed her mind later that day, when Dominic lay in the middle of a pile of dogs out of surgery and rested his head on their bodies when they cried.

The dog who cried the most got the most cuddle time from Dominic.

And she remembered the way Dominic rested his head on her neck when she had a headache.

Dominic would even cuddle with cats out of surgery, though they weren’t as receptive as the dogs.

What’s more, it made things easier on them. Dogs coming out of surgery could be wild, even aggressive, and bites were a little too common.

But when Dominic lay with them, they woke up calm, rested and happy.

Dominic now seems to understand his job. When a dog is under, Dominic waits at the foot of the door until clinic workers bring the dog out of surgery and set it on Dominic’s pillow, and he immediately goes over to rest with them.

Dominic cries and paces if another dog is crying in the clinic. He even acts irritated when Haswell rubs a dog’s body in an attempt to wake it up, as if Dominic’s saying, “Hey, I got this.”

“I’ve never, ever seen anything like this,” said Floss Blackburn, who has seen a lot as the founder of Denkai. “He’s got such a sweet heart.”

Dominic is a compassionate dog with an important job. Click here for the full story and here for more about the Denkai Veterinary Clinic. (Photos by Dan England)

{August 20 2014}

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you guys should send me more “hi”s for this poetry/music meme thing. it’s hella fun.

{August 20 2014}

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submarijn
hiiiii

there’s no hiding room

now i’m in town

i stood alone, upon the platform in vain

i’m running out of ways to make you see

white lips, pale face

(“crazy” - daughtry; “you need me, i don’t need you” - ed sheeran; “dead sea” - the lumineers; “just say yes” - snow patrol; “the a team” - ed sheeran)

{August 20 2014}

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tinystork
hi mom

hi child

lately i’ve found myself thinking

i’m staring at the view from the height of my past pain

yellow diamonds in the light, as we’re standing side by side

i’m not afraid of the black man running

your lips are nettles

(“i would” - one direction; “suffering’s first” - angel haze; “we found love” - ed sheeran (cover); “jacksonville” - sufjan stevens; “violet hour” - sea wolf)