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v1olentdelights · 3 years

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George Weasley x Angelina Johnson, George Weasley x ex!fem!reader Trigger Warnings: heart break, kissing, mentions of taking a shower. Summary: How did George move on so quickly? And why was it affecting you in such a way? a/n: This was for the Sour Writing Challenge @doctcr-reid Please enjoy this will have a pt.2 hopefully!

We broke up a month ago Your friends aren't mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more girl who brings out the better in you And I thought my heart was attached For all the sunlight of our past

‘It’s not you. It’s me,’ he said a month ago, it was quick, mumbled. Almost as if he was afraid to say it. A month before that he had said ‘She is just a friend. I promise’ But that was 2 months ago, you were supposed to have accepted it by now right? I mean George looks far happier with Angelina than he ever did with you. But it was when Lee Jordan had let it slip in a casual conversation. “Do you want to hang out this weekend? Fred is going to bother Katie, Dean is out doing something with Seamus, and George is going on a da-” quickly coughing to cover it up. “George is busy. You could help me out though, I was planning on working in the library.” Simply letting a smile grace your lips, you shook your head. “Of course, I’ll see you then.” slipping away and past the other unsuspecting people you made your way to the quidditch pitch.

You weren’t on the quidditch team, but something about being there felt so… safe. Maybe it was the fact that if you screamed no one could hear you, no one would question why or what. Or maybe it was because that was where you first really saw George Weasley. Where after every win, you would run down to the pitch and he would pick you up and kiss you while spinning. It was where you had your first date, when you admitted that you love each other. It is where George said he would love you forever.

But she's so sweet, she's so pretty Does she mean you forgot about me?

Arriving at the quidditch pitch you heard laughs and giggles. It broke your heart, you knew that laugh as if it were your own. Because at one point it was. Slipping underneath the seats you saw Angelina Johnson smiling flirtatiously at George. They had been joking about something, but then they got closer and were almost kissing when George said those dreaded words; dreaded for you at least. “I love you Angelina Johnson, and you are the only girl I ever want to spend the rest of my life with.” Connecting their lips, you tried to hold back a sob as you sped away to the Black Lake. How did he move on so fast? Does this mean that he just forgot about you? About everything you did together, every kiss, every tear, every night spent with each other? Maybe it was because she was voted the most beautiful girl in school. It was a stupid typical school thing but it had went to your brain. You weren’t even on the list, not that it mattered.

Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You had spent who knows how long out at the Black Lake, it was long enough for someone to come after you.

“Y/N! Are you out here?” It was Luna, although you hadn’t been the closest of friends, you were still friends. “Y/N I know you are. Where are you at though?” You could hear her footsteps getting closer. Then you saw her appear from the other side of the tree, she was carrying a sandwich that was wrapped up. “Oh there you are,” she smiled graciously while sitting herself beside you. “I asked if I could bring an extra sandwich with me for you. Here you are.” pushing the sandwich to you, you begin scarfing it down until there is nothing left. “Thank you Luna.” You were almost embarrassed of yourself, probably have a splotchy face, puffy eyes, and mascara running.

“Of course. If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” Grabbing your hand in hers she started rubbing comforting circles on the back.

“I saw George today and- and he was telling Angelina how much he loved her. And how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. But that’s what he promised me. I truly want him to be happy, but I mean is it wrong if I just- if I don’t want him to be as happy as he was with me? Is it bad if I want to be the best he ever had? Because then maybe he would come back to me?” Lying your head down in her lap, she began to brush through your hair with her painted fingernails.

“I don’t think so. It is okay to be hurt, but we have to move on at some point.”

And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me? And now I'm pickin' her apart Like cuttin' her down make you miss my wretched heart But she's beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives you butterflies

You held every memory, all the words, all the laughs, Angelina had none of that. She used to be just one of the quidditch team players. In fact she was desperately in love with Fred Weasley, how did you know that? Because she was your best friend at one point. But then George interrupted a girls night, and you saw how she caught his eye, simply for a moment before he came over and gave you a kiss. But you never forgot that look. Merlin, she was no better than you! If anything she was worse, going after Fred. Then when she didn’t get attention from him went off after George, who was HAPPILY in a relationship at the time. She is such a common goblin, borderline foul git. You had wished she had warts all over her and a mean snaggle tooth that pushed all the guys away. Why did she even do it? Was it something you did? You had been nothing but good to her all your friendship, listening to her talk on and on about how handsome Fred was.

You felt sick now, how could you think these things about her. No matter what she had done, she was once your friend and didn’t deserve such words thrown at her. She was actually amazing. She had helped you through the many attacks you had at the beginning of your time at Hogwarts. She helped you in the classes you were struggling with, she consoled you when you felt as though you would never meet anyone who loved you. She was gorgeous honestly. You hadn’t the faintest idea why Fred hadn’t wanted to be with her, or half of the school. Actually the whole school probably had a crush on her at some point, she is just too naïve to see it.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier It was easy to imagine cursing George out, it was easier in your mind. Now standing in front of the waiting boy you couldn’t remember a word of what you wanted to say, so it was time to just go with it.

“George, I feel like I- or we-.” Your mind wasn’t letting you get it out.

“Take your time.” Taking in a deep breath you began the journey to your inevitable heartbreak, again.

“I hope you are happy with Angelina.” a smile worked it’s way upon his face, but was soon wiped off “But not like how you were with me. I know it is selfish but I can’t let you go. So, please be happy but just don’t be happier. And don’t ever say ‘I love you’ like you did with me. And think of me while you and her are together, holding hands and kissing. So I hope you are happy, but don’t you dare be happier.” You hadn’t meant to be like that. But now you were spitting out venom as if it was the only thing you had.

George looked as though he had just seen the giant squid for the first time. He had never seen you so angry, he didn’t know if he himself was angry or impressed. But before he got the chance to decide, you were storming off.

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me

“I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me… That sounds so mean?” You had to re-rehearse every line in your head during your shower. It didn't occur to you that there may be other girls in the lavatories as well. Angelina Johnson was washing her hands listening to you ramble on about how you were hurting, how you were angry. Turning off the shower you wrapped yourself in a towel before stepping out to meet a very confused Angelina.

“Who are you talking about?” she asked with a knowing glare.

“I don’t- um I don’t know what you are talking about. I’m sorry you had to listen to me, I was just going over something.” Gathering up your things you quickly scurried out slipping on clothing as fast as possible. You hadn’t meant to create such a mess, but George had to know how you felt. Letting it fester inside you would only cause damage. What you did was selfish, it was horrible and awful, but Angelina was at as much fault for coming in and ruining what you had with George. At the end of the day, you did want them to be happier. But you knew that he would never be happier with her than he was with you.

I'm selfish, I know, can't let you go So find someone great, don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

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weasley-wizard-writes · 3 years

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PLZZZ george slow dancing with his fem s/o in the rain while sneaking out at night at hogwarts it would be so fricking cute omfg

Forever in the Rain

George Weasley x Reader

Hi Anon! I hope I did a good job of capturing what you wanted here, thank you for such a cute and inspiring request! <3

Genre: Fluff

Content Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,330

“Are we seriously going to do this?!”

Hermione hissed out, whispering so only yourself and the small group of people around her could hear.

“I mean think about it, if we get caught we are in huge trouble. Why couldn’t we just do this over summer vacation?”

“Well you want Harry to be able to join us, don’t you?”

You whispered back, a large grin on your face as you hurried to ensure you kept up with the small group of girls in front of you. Fred and George had been planning this event for months, and for it to go perfectly you needed to make sure everyone followed the plan and stuck together to limit the possibility of getting caught. You heard Hermione sigh from behind you, moving quicker in order to not fall behind.

“And how do we know this isn’t just some sick prank from the boys, huh?” Hermione whispered in a panicked voice, causing you to give her a look that told her just how ridiculous of a worry that was.

“They’re going to be there too, Hermione, and they’re only doing this as a redo for the Yule Ball. I didn’t get to go because I was away visiting family and George always said he would do his best to throw us a ball of our very own. Turning this into a prank would be a good way to lose his girlfriend, he isn’t quite foolish enough to try that and you know it.”

Letting out a defeated huff Hermione went quiet, catching up to you and the rest of the group with a few long strides, continuing the walk out of the building and out to the currently empty quidditch field. Swallowing thickly you looked at the group of young women around you, hoping that your lie was believable enough that none of them would question it. No one here needed to know that this wasn’t really a makeshift ball, but rather a final goodbye from the Weasley twins to the classmates they planned to leave behind the very next day.

Upon your arrival at the quidditch field you weren’t surprised to find that Fred, George, and the rest of the boys they had invited were all waiting there. The twins had much more experience sneaking out than you did, and because of that they were much quicker about it. You smiled softly when you saw George in the crowd of around fifteen boys, approaching him from behind in order to wrap your arms around him. George jumped softly upon feeling your arms snake around his waist before he chuckled, rolling his eyes and turning away from the conversation he was having with Seamus to face you.

“Well how nice of you to turn up. Running a little late, are we?” George teased, cupping one side of your face with his hand, an almost far off look in his eyes as he ran his thumb across your cheek slowly. You frowned and reached up cup his face just the same, tilting your head. “Please don’t worry about me, George. I’m going to be okay.” Swallowing thickly George gave a quick nod, leaning down to place his forehead against your own. He remained like that for a few seconds before nodding once again and pulling away, a smile gracing his lips. “Well then, lets get this party started, shall we?”

Thirty minutes later, after setting up a smuggled in radio, the music was playing, the snacks were laid out on a blanket on the ground, and friends and couples alike were dancing together in the grass, their feet bare and the ends of their dresses and trousers vaguely muddied. It was a beautiful sight to behold. And off to the side you stood wearing the ankle length gown you had intended to wear to the Yule ball but never got the chance to, George by your side in a rental tux he planned to steal the bow tie from to remember the night by. Extending your hand to your other half you smiled when George looked down at you fondly, his fingers wrapping around your own, squeezing gently.

“This is absolutely perfect, you and Freddie should be proud of yourselves.”

You had just gotten the words out of your mouth when a long arm draped itself over your shoulders, the familiar voice of Fred Weasley sounding beside your ear. “Why thank you dear sister, I appreciate your appreciation.” He snickered at his own unfunny joke, pulling his arm away from your shoulder as you turned to face him, caught up on a different part of his sentence. “Sister?” You asked, rolling your eyes softly at the enthusiastic nod that followed your sentence, “I’m not your sister, Freddie.” You said, punching his shoulder playfully with a grin. Fred responded with a shrug, a mischievous smile finding its way onto his face, “Not yet you aren’t, just give it a few - Hey!” Fred was cut off when Seamus came up behind him, smiling nervously as he tugged the man back by his coat, “Excuse us, we have some punch bowls to refill.”

You watched curiously as Seamus continued to pull a half-heartedly struggling Fred away from you and your boyfriend. You turned to George to ask him what that interaction was about but found that he was looking away from you, clearly deep in thought. “George?” You asked gently, squeezing at his hand the same way he had squeezed yours just a few seconds before. George stiffened a bit before relaxing again, looking down at your with a soft and somewhat relieved looking smile. “Yes, Dear?” He asked, making your cheeks heat up even in the ever so slightly chilled air. “Any idea what all of that was about?” You asked, curiosity laced in your tone as you looked up at him. George swallowed, taking a moment to look off at the two bickering boys before she shook his head. “Haven’t a clue, Love. But what I do know is that I’ve only got so much time left to dance with my stunning girlfriend before the night is over.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed in response to George’s words, letting go of his hand to cross your arms over one another, raising a brow at him. “Is that your way of asking me to dance with you, Weasley?” George grinned, standing up straighter and offering his arm to you. “No, but this is.” With that he gestured to his arm with his chin, causing you to roll your eyes once again, but take it nonetheless, your hand resting just below his shoulder as he guided you to the makeshift dance floor.

Song after song, George danced with you for hours on end, only stopping briefly for snack and drink breaks in between. He moved swiftly on his feet, spinning you effortlessly and watching your every move with love in his eyes. The dancing went on and on, even as the sun began to rise, casting long shadows of dancing figures on the ground. It wasn’t very long after the sun began to rise though, that the rain started to fall. It was gentle at first, just a small drop on your forehead every once in a while, but even so that was enough to get most people to stop dancing on the now overly dampened grass. But still the two of you kept dancing. The rain fell harder as time went on, never pouring, but falling fast enough to wet your hair and your dress significantly. But despite the discomfort of wet fabric sticking to your skin you couldn’t help but smile and continue your loving dance, laughter from the both of you filling the air as the dance became less controlled and more sporadic. You pulled away from George, spinning on your toes over and over again across the dance floor, your hair flying around behind you as you raised your arms up to the air, leaning your head back to allow the droplets of rain to run down your cheeks. By now the music had stopped and everyone was quiet, and when you stopped moving and looked back to your lover you found him standing still, his head tilted, staring at you with a type of love in his eyes that nearly brought you to tears. You were just about to start approaching him when he started taking long strides towards you, allowing him to reach you in a matter of seconds. You opened your mouth to speak but soon found your lips were pressed against his own, his hands on either side of your face as he kissed you with something that could only be described as desperation, although for what you did not know.

George pulled away after just under a minute, panting heavily as the rain continued to fall on your faces and clothes.

“I love you”

He said softly, his eyes beginning to glisten as he spoke.You swallowed thickly, feeling tears begin to build at his sudden declaration,

“I love you too, George.”

And with that, George suddenly wasn’t standing anymore. He was kneeling before you, his hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a velvet box. Your hands flew to your mouth as you realized what was happening, the crowd around the two of you gasping and grinning as they looked on, the rain continuing to nearly drench them after having spent so much time in it.

“Y/n L/n”

George said clearly, his hands shaky as he spoke,

“I love you with everything that I have. And I am begging you to please allow me the pleasure of spending the rest of my life with you by my side.”

You began nodding immediately, finding yourself unable to speak, shock forcing your throat closed in a way you had never experienced before. George smiled up at you, reaching his unoccupied hand over to your own. And with that simple touch none of this was too much anymore, and you were finally able to give him the answer he was looking for.

“Yes”

You all but sobbed out, tackling George on to the ground, him landing on his back and you on top of him. Laughter began to flow from the two of you immediately, and slowly George began to sit up, reaching to your face in order to push a lock of damp hair behind your ear.

“You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”

He whispered, sliding the ring you hadn’t even realized he had removed from the box on to your finger.

You looked down at the ring, unable to stop your tears from falling at the sight of it resting atop your finger. It was absolutely beautiful, without a doubt exactly what you would’ve picked out for yourself had you been able to. It glistened in the rising sun and the falling rain, more bright and beautiful than you ever could’ve imagined. Looking back up at the man you loved you leaned in to rest your forehead against his own, a smile on your face even as your tears continued to fall.

“Thank you for loving me the way you do, George. I’m the luckiest girl on Earth.”

George grinned widely at your words, taking both of your hands into his own.

The morning continued on, the sun rising higher and higher into the sky until finally it was time for everyone to sneak back to their dorms. But you and George remained on the field, laying together on the soaked grass with your head resting on his chest, unafraid of being caught, uncaring of the consequences, whatever they may have been. “I love you” George whispered softly, running a hand through your hair as he let out a deep sigh. Looking up to meet his gaze you were surprised to find tears running down George’s cheeks, his face revealing that he was enduring something he wasn’t meant to be handling alone. Reaching up to wipe away the tears that had made their way to his cheeks you sat up beside him, leaning forward on your knees in order to look deep into his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You murmured, allowing the pad of your thumb to stroke his cheek lovingly as he took a deep breath beneath your touch. There was pleasant silence for a few more seconds before George finally spoke up, his voice strained. “I don’t want to leave you,” He whispered, “I thought that asking you to marry me would make me feel better about it, because it was a promise that being apart wouldn’t be forever, but...” George trailed off, giving you the chance to speak up. “If you’re so worried about it then don’t leave me.” You said confidently, watching as George’s expression changed from one of pain to one of confusion. “You mean like-” “Take me with you.” You finished for him, grinning as you looked down at him, “If you don’t want to leave me then take me with you, George.” George sat up, taking both of your hands within your own as he looked you dead in your eyes, “You mean it?” You nodded enthusiastically, watching as George’s confusion and concern melted away into pure joy, “You want to come with me?” George whispered out, “You’ll let me take you with me? Take you away from here?” You nodded once again, letting out a shriek as George suddenly wrapped both arms around you, pulling you closer than he ever had before. “Thank you, oh thank you so much.” He sobbed out, relief obvious in his voice. You remained trapped in his tight embrace for a few more seconds before carefully pulling away, smiling up at him, “Of course, George. I don’t want to be anywhere that you aren’t. Let’s do this together.” George moved to wipe away the final remnants of teardrops from his cheeks, nodding as he leaned in to rest his forehead against your own.

“Together”.

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inkdrinkershadowsinger · 4 years

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Thoughts/Background Goblet of Fire

What kind of creepy graveyard is this? Skeletons crawling over one another? Snake hidey-holes? Is this Nagini speaking or can she hear Voldemort from that far away? This just shows how fast she is as she moves along the ground here. Literally, we have here the Angel of Death equipped with wings and a scythe, which normally the Grim Reaper carries.

One light on in the caretaker’s house which is right next to the family graveyard? We are assuming that this is the Riddle estate, correct? Wealthy families like that would have had a family graveyard near their home. Also, that house in the background, Riddle Manor? Is super big and though it is dark looks grandiose.

The house here, looks well lived in, but at the same time, almost like it has only recently been inhabited. This is a kitchen, but it looks like there is a shovel on the wall, and only one light?

Still, only one light on in the main Riddle house. Wormtail can’t even draw a curtain? Dang.

Those are some old fashioned keys. I understand that this is a Manor or whatever, but this takes place during the nineties? No one thought to update the locks on this place? Frank mentions, “Those kids”, like people breaking in has been a real problem. Why not update the security? Also, who has been paying for the upkeep of this place? Lucius? Some secret Dark Lord Corporation? Is that why they are old school? Because we all know that wizards like to keep everything super, super, super old school?

Seriously, who is keeping up this place? The topiary is amazing!!

He looks like he is walking up a sort of backdoor entrance or servant’s entrance.

He is the caretaker for the grounds, but can’t dust a little? That clock needs a good one.

The light wasn’t muted because no one was casting a lumos, they were simply using a lamp that had the fabric bits removed that dampen the light.

The way that Barty is smiling when Nagini perches herself on Voldemort’s chair is fucking terrifying.

Ron’s room really is all orange. Such a fanboy.

The Burrow is in such a great spot. The little pond in front, the trees, the openness. The house itself is incredible. Still, only one light on. Whose? You can see the group walking away. That has to be Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s room. Or Ron forgot to turn off the light, again.

They are all having to run to keep up with Mr. Weasley because he gets his cardio, bitch.

Mr. Weasley is rocking that straw cabana hat because he knows Muggles son!

Such a beautiful shot!

Did they travel through a worm hole here? I know the director or whoever had to make a creative choice in how this was going to be portrayed, but…. Idk.

Everyone is flying around, the arena is clearly segregated into Ireland’s colors or Green, Red, and Yellow, perhaps hinting at the final score of the match? Nice job, filmmakers.

What is this guy juggling? It looks like toy merecreatures almost.

Orange is the Weasley families favorite color. They’re just owning it at this point.

The pitch looks like it is in the inside of a volcano or a mountain.

Some people have seats right on the grass of the pitch? So, if the Weasle’s have bad seats at the very top what would the very lowest seats be classified as?

Who knew that a job qualification for Professional Qudditich players is the ability to adequately throw and spark fireworks?

Krum is a showoff.

Those are omnoculars? What Ron has to his face?

The way that they were all packed in together, it’s a wonder the whole place didn’t burn down with all the incendios they were throwing around.

They are all wizards, underage or not, and this is a life threatening situation, and yet, no one is firing back at the Death Eaters?

Okay, so everything did get torched to the ground. None of these tents had some fire retardant?

That amount of spells coming at the trio.

That style of hat that Crouch is wearing has got to be some ministry trend. Wait until they all hit the trucker hats in the 2000’s.

That Dark Mark is really cool.

I love her hat though. It looks like something that would have been worn to the royal wedding.

Seeing the train is always stunning.

I love the collection of sweets here. Colorful, to attract the youngins.

This is a really colorful movie. The third one was very muted while still being stunning. This and the next one experience with splashes of color that are just beautiful.

They are passing a big lake in the background there. Out of the window just looks wild and remote.

He addresses it clearly to Sirius Black. Is that a qualification for the owls to know where they letter needs to go or do they just have to have been there before? I need to know the specifics of owl travel.

You get to see the whole scope of how large not only Hogwarts is ,but the grounds, and I love that.

You see Neville in this first sequence as they are watching the other schools arrive as well as Fred, George, Ginny, Colin, Harry, and Hermione. Angelina Johnson is in the background behind the twins.

The sails on the Durmstrang ship looks like it is decorated with a two headed dragon. Is that the symbol for Durmstrang?

So while Dumbledore is chatting, Hagrid and Flitwick are behind him chit chatting.

There are two levels to the head table in this movie. The main folk are sitting at the higher table. Snape is leaning against the wall, not directly related to them at all. I bet he hated first days at the school.

Snape is one hundred percent mimicking Dumbledore’s speech for a hysterical Flitwick in the background.

The bald guy behind Dumbledore looks asleep, straight up.

Are butterflies the symbol for Beauxbatons? That would be very interesting. A creature that transforms completely into something else.

Hermione and Ginny are the only two who know what’s up in this shot.

Dumbledore was giving Madame Maxime eyes.

Filch is just standing dead in the middle of the Durmstrang wizards.

He is still standing there when Krum and Karkaroff walk in.

The kids so promptly follow Dumbledore’s instructions even though some of them are probably embarrassed about having to sing the school song.

But not Harry James Potter. He is living for this song.

Again we get so many shots of the school in this movie.

You can see the house point containers behind Dumbledore’s head.

You can see them again after the goblet is revealed.

Is that a tower of marshmallows?

OMgosh! The sky acted up when Crouch Jr came in because Hogwarts knew that he wasn’t who he said he was!!!!

The cup is so primitive looking compared to the container that is in.

It almost looks like each layer was created by a different faction of the wizarding world as a whole. That could definitely be a fanfic.

The perspective starts on the Durmstrang ship which again features a dragon.

Cages, nets in the background of the DADA classroom.

There is also a lot of glass and mirrors in the room which almost makes me think of a fun house where you don’t look like yourself in any of the mirrors which is super fitting for Crouch Jr. at this phase.

Why does Hermione look so suspicious already?

And what is the use of all the bugs, Crouch Jr. you sick mother f-er.

Who needs fifty overflowing worms in a jar?

Dean Thomas is straight up rocking a composition notebook from Walmart on that desk. He is representing Muggle culture at its finest.

Crabbe is wearing a ring. Is that his heir ring? That would be interesting as we see the younger generation start to really get pulled into the war in this film.

The portrait on the stain glass crying. We have all seen this, and appreciate the majesty.

We love a rain soaked Robert Pattinson.

Everyone is just watching the battle between the twins and Hermione.

There is no other light in the Great hall except for the Goblet? Dumbledore does love his aesthetic.

Snape is like, get me out of here.

And that display of power is why all of them dang kids sing that dorky song.

Who is Cedric kissing here as he goes up to the head table?

The cup is like the opposite of the Goblet of Fire. It is shiny and bright and new while the goblet is ancient looking.

You can see Harry’s scar quite prevalently in this shot.

The Hogwarts trophy room. I have never connected this before. It is huge.

Karkaroff has gold fillings.

What are the spinning trophies and where can I get one?

One light on in the top part of the castle.

Pensieve memories are blue, and the Goblet’s fire is blue. Coincidence? Fic writers, you tell me.

The suns on the curtains in the boy’s dorm is a nice touch.

Ron has a homemade quilt. I bet he gets those for birthday gifts instead of the infamous Christmas sweater. Molly Weasley is a boss.

What are all of these trophies for? I bet Dumbledore keeps all the ones that the various clubs and groups have won over the years.

Magical cleaner?

The scope of Hogwarts is amazing.

The owlery is literally covered in bird shit, like every inch. Dumbledore clearly instructs Filch not to clean it to deter frisky students.

Is that a cat on the stairs there?

I can’t ever decide if the Common Room looks too big or too small, here.

Harry talks about Voldemort so casually. But I guess if someone tried to kill me year after year we would form a sort of familiarity.

Those cabinets in the back are filled with board games. Bet me. Gryffindors are notoriously bloody, and game night, gets wild.

I bet Neville spends a lot of his time in the lake just researching and studying all of the different plant life.

Neville cares not at all for the drama behind him. He’s just like, “Give me the plants”.

I love that bright orange flower. Hagrid ain’t no fool. He knows how to get the ladies.

The mist in the background could almost be taken as fog, but then you think about the dragon’s and it literally could be smoke.

Hagrid representing all of the men who are shorter than their women.

There looks to be about six dragon handlers here.

They are carrying branches or their wands lit with fire at the end. Is that to confuse the dragons? Make them think that they already covered that area in their territory and are thus safe?

The handler on top gets bucked off the cage. He is done with this job.

I’m sorry, but those badges are ingenious. Do we know in the movie that Draco is the one that made them or is that fanon?

Those Hufflepuffs are nasty.

The sculpture that is seen in that scene in the courtyard looks like the same one that is present in Half Blood Prince. Do they also move around the castle at will?

Harry pushed Draco, and that guy in the back is like, “Yes, let’s have a fight.” Then he and the other guy straight up bounce when Moody pops on the scene. But Goyle is ride or die. Or maybe they ran and got McGonagall because she came really quickly???? Hmmm??

The walls are all green and lightly moss covered. Gorgeous.

Like, is there a legit list of all the things that teachers cannot do. 1. We do not use Transfiguration as a punishment. 2. Trying to main or kill students is expressively forbidden. 3. Flashy robes are allowed and encouraged. Share in the glorious pattern of life.

Crouch Jr. should have been shitting his pants at being at the end of McGonagall’s wand.

Again with all the mirrors. So, Crouch Jr. can make sure that his transformation isn’t slipping?

What are the faces in the mirror here?

All the clues were there, and I didn’t see a single one. This movie and book is a masterpiece of plot. Plain and simple.

McGonagall was like, “Let’s not have the arena with the dragons so close to the castle, eh, Albus?”

There is a bed for each of the champions in this tent. Could no one transfigure a couch?

They have punch and muffins in the background. “Lime punch before you fight a dragon?” “Sure.”

I never noticed that blue in Madame Mazime’s hair. I love the school spirit that she is showing here. Dumbledore seriously thought of mimicking her. He would look bomb with a tie die beard. Convince me otherwise.

Filch is featured spectacularly in this movie.

The trunk at the bottom has a red cross on it, making this very likely an emergency tent that just so happens to double as the waiting area for the champions.

Colin made that sign for Harry.

I feel like that chain, oh, I don’t know, could have been magically reinforced or something.

How does his glasses stay on? I bend over, and mine are on the floor.

Even Draco here is like, “Come on, bro.”

Snape knew he should have stayed in bed.

So, does the waterfall seen here does that fall into Hogwart’s grounds as well because that would be awesome for field trips. My love for this ancient, magical castle in the middle of nowhere is unmatched.

Where was Seamus during that challenge? I did not see him.

The picture of the woman in the far left is very striking.

The Black Lake is a huge expanse. I always think of it as kind of small, but it is massive in this movie.

The pastries in the back are floating along the table. So cool.

Mrs. Norris just chilling, waiting to see these pitiful humans embarrass themselves.

Why can’t they have healed Harry? I understand the look, but dang, people continuity.

Neville has got them shiny dancing shoes. Augusta was very pleased when Neville asked her to buy them for him.

Hermione is a queen, and she knows it.

There is that semi circle of stone again from the third film. Hmmm….

Ginny’s friends are coming in with the support. Love a squad.

There was fruit on that table. I always wondered if they got snacks and what not during the daytime, between meals.

What was the need of carriages if the ball was held at the school?

Ron waited until last minute to even try on those robes or he definitely could have worked something out.

Owl sculptures are supporting the fires here.

Krum is dumbstruck by our girl.

Somehow she loses Krum to argue with Ron.

Is that couple making out at the table?

People are dancing in the hallway?

A gaggle of girls are crying on the stairs. Every middle school dance ever.

I’m telling you, whoever designed this cemetery had a very messed up imagination.

Neville stays out all night long. It is morning coming through that window. You dog, you.

Half of the allure of going to Hogwarts is to get to become a prefect and use that bath. Let’s be honest.

Crouch Jr. hates his life right now.

All of those books are like represent my best life.

Half of those students are like, “Yeah, no, you took all my money last time.” Because let’s be real, no one bet on Harry, and Fred and George scored big time.

Those top tiered placed have got to be enlarged with wizard’s space because they are quite small, and the whole school plus the two others are expected to attend each trial? Yeah, not big enough it seems.

Harry is a show off.

Seamus is wearing Hogwarts merch. Like where did he get that? A catalog? Gift shop in Hogsmeade?

You can see the merpeople’s ancient village here, or hints of it. Archways, etc.

Fleur looks legit worried here. Like Harry was right to not trust Dumbledore to ensure their safety when he can’t even tell Fleur who is out of the competition by this point that her sister is going to be okay.

Why are Fred, George, and Ginny right next to Malfoy and Co. for this shot, shouldn��t they be at odds? Or was that the best spot and neither were giving it up? Or plain movie making reasons?

Harry is wearing a wand holster on his leg. Fanfiction writers catch all the details.

Seamus is like, “I am Harry’s hype man. I will keep him from getting hypothermia.”

Why did Hermione turn French here for that line?

Rescue….. that’s a strong word here, Dumbles.

Crouch Sr. is such an interesting character. He knows what it is like to lose a family, and he has his guard up because of that. Their story and their family is so interesting to me for some reason.

I think that’s the closest that Crouch Jr. gets to breaking character.

If you were born in the nineties you had at least one of those jackets that Hermione is wearing here, and if you had more, you had them in several colors.

Who bewitched Mad-eye’s eye? It is a very powerful magical object in its own right, right?

Please see my post about Sirius and Azkaban.

As soon as Snape is mentioned Crouch puts his head in his hands because he knows Dumbledore is going to have to have a say.

Dumbledore is looking so closely at the details that he misses the bigger picture in Harry’s dreams and Moody’s actions.

It’s so weird that Snape has a storage area for ingredients near Dumbledore’s office. I bet that Snape has several storage areas spread throughout the castle.

Snape could have just looked inside Harry’s mind, and be done with it, but no….because plot.

Neville is carrying yet another plant behind the trio here.

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle are so carefree here that you almost forget that the happiness of youth that they have at Hogwarts is about to go extinct just like Harry and his friends. All of the kids in this story face a sharp change in perspective after this book.

I like that Harry has fake Moody, Krum has Karkaroff, Fleur has Madame Maxime, but Cedric has his dad because he gets to say goodbye to him.

The maze is just a massive headgame.

Do you think the reason that Fleur ultimately becomes close enough to Krum to ask him to her wedding is because Krum sought her out and made serious recompense for him being imperioused while in the maze?

They are just resorting to brute strength there at the end. The maze making them forget that they are capable wizards. A jelly legs jinx probably would have had much the same effect.

Angel statues I get, but this big dementor, grim looking thing holding the bones of Voldemort’s father. I just don’t get it.

Cedric gave Peter a chance to speak or stop, but Peter again took the cowards way out, and blasted Cedric before he really had a chance to fight back. What a punk bitch.

I’m glad that you are forced to choke your own self Peter because you deserve it.

Voldemort’s transformation here is both stunning and horrible.

The Death Eaters come out of the Dark Mark’s mouth.

Their masks here are different then the ones used earlier in the morning.

Voldemort is snatching their weaves here, and I love it. Stupid klan robe wearing wizard Nazis.

Voldemort puts his foot on Cedric’s face. Like, son, you need to pay for that privilege.

A lot of the Death Eaters here look like they have like staffs. I don’t understand.

A Death Eater in the background is litearlly clapping when Voldemort makes Harry bow, like get a hold of yourself, Hershel.

The statue, again, in the background presents such a striking image as the two duel.

The spell that Crouch Jr. urged Harry to learn is the one that saved Harry.

Harry just wanting to physically protect Cedric’s body with his own. Just heartbreaking.

I’ll never not sob when I hear Amos Diggory sob, “That’s my son! That’s my boy!”

Fred and George look to follow Crouch Jr. and Harry out. Do they tip off the professors?

Doesn’t Crouch know what it is like to stand in Voldemort’s presence? He was just babysitting the man, I mean, dang. Fangirling is one thing, but you have business to handle.

Don’t insult my Neville. I will throw down.

The mirrors are gone at this point. It looks like Crouch has almost packed up because he knows that he will no longer be needed.

Not his blood, ahhhhh!!!!!

Snape puts such flourish into his casting. That scene at the carriages earlier in this film. He looks like he is rearing back away from Karkaroff, but he is merely preparing to cast one fanciful, flourish of a hex on the man.

Just stick your face in the crazy Death Eater’s face, Harry. Great thinking. No wonder Snape doesn’t hold your intelligence in high regard.

We don’t get one look at Professor Sprout. This boy’s Head of House?

Look at all that magical cooperation, and yet, none of this was used in book seven, or any book after except for mentioning Fleur married Bill, and Harry learned a little tidbit about the Deathly Hallows symbol from Krum.

I love this film. It is stunning, and truly made me a diehard HP fan. I don’t think I will ever really tire of it.

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being the black sheep of the family is the most fun role

So the idea for this style and format came from @jiilys and her amazing marauders group chat fics and I kept thinking about what the trio / Weasleys would text about so I made a thing

Harry Potter to Ginny Weasley: I think your brother is high

Harry Potter: like I'm pretty sure he had a little party before Sunday dinner

Ginny Weasley: quit being ridiculous, George would never pregame dinner without me

Harry Potter to Ron Weasley: what's going on with George?

Ron Weasley: he's eating some treacle tart?

Harry Potter: but why's he so jumpy? I thought he stopped breathing when your mom and bill started talking about the nursery

Ron Weasley: think he's just hungry mate

Hermione Granger to Harry Potter: Quit trying to rope Ron into your conspiracy theories

Hermione Granger: I'm trying to plan our trip to Australia and he just keeps asking me whether or not I thought George was acting weird earlier

Harry Potter: as if you'd let him plan any of it anyway, you love planning

Hermione Granger: That isn’t the point

Harry Potter to the cannons lost suck it ron: so I ran into George earlier

Hermione Granger: Where? Your office is blocks from the shop...

Harry Potter: I was craving fish and chips from the pub by the shop

Ginny Weasley: is this the "urgent business" that kept you from meeting me for lunch?

Harry Potter: there was quite a bit of urgency involved

Ginny Weasley: George is my brother? and I also like fish and chips?

Hermione Granger: But he can't get any "investigating" done if he's giving Tom death glares from across the bar for daring to speak to you, Ginny

Harry Potter: we've been dating for three years, Tom needs to back off

Ron Weasley: you didn't get any "investigating" done anyway from what i saw

Ginny Weasley: I expect fish and chips tonight, potter

George Weasley to Ginny Weasley: ur boyfriends mental

Ginny Weasley: I love how Harry becomes "your boyfriend" anytime he does something you dont approve of

Ginny Weasley: what did he do?

George Weasley: came by the shop in the middle of the day, just to ask me what was new

Ginny Weasley: well

Ginny Weasley: is there anything new?

George Weasley: I take it back, you're both mental

Bill Weasley to Snow White and the Seven Gingers: fleur in labor

George Weasley: wait

George Weasley: the baby can't come now

Charlie Weasley: She isn't due until next week!!!

George Weasley: she's early

Ginny Weasley: omg omg headed to the hospital now

Percy Weasley: How many centimeters dilated is she?

Charlie Weasley: MY FLIGHT IS THREE DAYS AWAY

Ron Weasley: percy that's disgusting

Percy Weasley: I have a very important meeting in a half hour.

Percy Weasley: I’m just trying to figure out whether I'll be there in time for the actual birth.

Percy Weasley: Honestly, Ron, it isn’t as if she can have the baby without her vagina dilating.

Charlie Weasley: I STILL GET TO BE GODFATHER EVEN IF I MISS THE BIRTH

Charlie Weasley: no take backs

Ginny Weasley: as the only member of this chat with a vagina, I decree that the word vagina is banned for the rest of forever

Ginny Weasley to Harry Potter: think i could pull off sneaking a sedative off a nurse?

Harry Potter: you know that as a member of law enforcement i really can't encourage you to steal drugs right?

Ginny Weasley: it's for the greater good

Ginny Weasley: George is pacing the halls and won't shut up about how unprepared he is for the baby

Ginny Weasley: some woman thought he was the father

Harry Potter: he does know that bill will be the one actually raising the baby right?

Ginny Weasley: apparently he's "not ready" to be an uncle

Harry Potter: he's practically Teddy's uncle already

Ginny Weasley: thus the sedative

Harry Potter: I'll be there in five

Ron Weasley to Bonnie and Clyde: cannot believe you two thought that would work

Ron Weasley: who gets banned from the hospital waiting room?

Harry Potter: we did not get banned

Harry Potter: it was just highly suggested that we wait in the cafeteria away from the medications

Harry Potter: we can come back when the baby comes

Ginny Weasley: YOU BETTER COME GET US WHEN THE BABY COMES

Ron Weasley: I will eventually

Ginny Weasley: I was just trying to prevent George having a heart attack

Ginny Weasley: you know the pacing was driving you crazy

Ron Weasley: Hermione says we should be supportive and that George is just being a good uncle

Ron Weasley: i’m being supportive by sending him to the cafeteria to fetch tea

Ron Weasley: and possibly so that you can question him

Ron Weasley: unless it goes poorly in which case I had nothing to do with it

Ginny Weasley to Harry Potter: omg

Ginny Weasley: omg omg omg

Harry Potter: why are you texting me when we're in the same hospital room?

Ginny Weasley: because I'm freaking out

Ginny Weasley: and I obviously can't talk about George's secret in a room full of our family

Ginny Weasley: he looks like a deer in the headlights

Ginny Weasley: I think he must have just sweat off five kilograms

Harry Potter: of course he is

Ginny Weasley: mums going to freak

George Weasley to Ginny Weasley: why did you tell percy?!?

Ginny Weasley: what?

Ginny Weasley: this may come as a surprise, but percy isn't the person i tell secrets to

George Weasley to Percy Weasley: why did you send me a parenting book?

Percy Weasley: You said that you were worried about being a good uncle.

Percy Weasley: I gave ordered three - one for you, one for Bill and Fleur, and one for myself.

Percy Weasley: I thought it would be best for the child if we're all on the same page.

Charlie Weasley to George Weasley: are you dying?

George Weasley: not that i know of

Charlie Weasley: I just got home after six months of working in Romania

Charlie Weasley: when the first Weasley grandchild came home from the hospital yesterday

Charlie Weasley: and mum hurried me out of the house!

Charlie Weasley: said she had a big lunch planned with you

Charlie Weasley: so either you're dying or she is

George Weasley: sry it's taken you so long to understand that i'm the favorite

George Weasley: really it's been obvious for years

Bill Weasley to Snow White and the Seven Gingers: might not make it to dinner at mum and dads

George Weasley: what? of course ur coming

George Weasley: everyone's coming

Bill Weasley: The rest of you have gotten more than 3 hours of sleep

Bill Weasley: I reminded fleur about it and she looked like she was going to spit fire

Percy Weasley: Have you read that parenting book yet? It's important to get the baby on a schedule.

Charlie Weasley: I don't think Vic cares about your schedule perc

Percy Weasley: I actually have some work to catch up on this evening anyway so cancelling dinner could be a good idea.

George Weasley: ur coming to dinner

Ron Weasley: I did want to watch the cannons match on the tellie tonight

George Weasley: EVERYONE IS COMING TO DINNER TONIGHT

Bill Weasley to George Weasley: did you seriously tattle to mum and dad on us?

Bill Weasley: dad just called and made it seem like I'm missing dinner would be the end of the world

George Weasley: so you're coming?

Bill Weasley: yes

Bill Weasley: bringing the baby so that fleur can rest

Harry Potter to Ginny Weasley: hey remember a week ago when we were here and i said george was acting oddly

Harry Potter: guess who was right

Ginny Weasley: you thought he was on drugs

Harry Potter: on drugs, got angelina pregnant, close enough

Ginny Weasley: you’re lucky you don’t have to investigate alone

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