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!”
I like to think that Howl and Calcifer just sat down and had tea and a chat once in a while. You would too if your fireplace were a sentient fire demon. It’s one of the perks.
(Super late submission to ghibli jam, which I only found out about at 10PM last night (!) Process on twitter.)
dumbledore could probably get like a whole biscuit’s worth of crumbs in his beard and then just say repairo and he’d get a whole extra biscuit i think that’s why wizards have beards
and here we see the harry potter fandom slowly spiralling into insanity
no matter how tough or dangerous you are, there will always be the instinct to freeze up when your older brother catches you doing things you probably shouldn’t. I bet these things happened throughout their entire childhoods
Alright here goes. My headcanon for why Eliot cut his hair.
the way i see it his hair represents a number of things to Eliot. it is a reminder, a tribute, a penance, a warning, and a shield. he started growing it out after the-thing-he-will-tell-you-if-you-ask-but-please-dont-ask. he didnt get a tattoo to remind him because that isnt what someone with his background would do but he needed to do something. so every day, every time he sees his reflection, he is reminded of what he did. of who he was and could be again if he let it happen. but all it takes is a slight tilt of the head and the punishment becomes the curtain behind which he can hide.
it isnt until he wakes up one day and he cant figure out what but something feels… off. then he reaches for his phone on the nightstand and checks the date.
it’s the day after. he missed the anniversary. the anniversary of the day he did the thing. the thing he still cant talk about. the thing that dogs him like his own shadow. and he missed it.
he has NEVER missed that date. no matter where he was or who with or what he was doing. he has put coups on hold and changed rendezvous times to make sure he didnt miss it. but this time. this time it wasnt a retrieval or a mission or anything important that stopped him. it was lunch with an old friend and monday night football on Hardison’s couch with a six pack and his partners tucked against him on either side.
his stomach drops but he knows then. its time.
[ETA: First of all, I love it! and second of all, how dare you make me this emotional over hair!?]