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greytoiletpaper · 3 years

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I’m unveiling the unexpected

Hatake Kakashi is Professor of Mysteries at Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardy.

What he gonna do. (b -_\\)b

This is part of a oneshot collection (that I’m building)

AO3 | Is it raining - It’s already nighttime

Harry takes his seat at the Gryffindor table after checking in at the infirmary and concludes that the first day of his third year at Hogwarts has gone to absolute shit.

"Psst, Harry."

He was honestly having a good time, but his hands have yet to stop shaking minutely and the woman screaming his name still echoes in his head now and then.

"Harry. Hey, Harry."

In the past year alone, Harry slew a gigantic snake with a magic sword and exorcised the ghost of a book without breaking a sweat. Yet, the attack from the dementors shook him to his core. Maybe, he wonders, it is because of puberty.

"Harry! Hello?"

The-Boy-Who-Just-Wants-To-Fucking-Eat puts his head in his hands, exhales twice, and turns to the right with a hangry death glare.

"Ron, I'm sure you have something riveting to say but I really just want to eat my-."

"Eat later Harry, take a look at the head table." Ron interrupts smoothly, and if it was not for the earnest look in the ginger's eyes, Harry probably would have made him eat his fist.

With a mournful glance to his plate, Harry turns to look and – and there's an empty seat at the head table, which never happens lest a teacher wants to face the wrath of Professor McGonagall. The last time one of them did, Professor Sprout's Mandrakes wouldn't stop screeching for a week. Even after they buried them.

"Hang on. That can't be right," Hermione squints as she counts. "All our professors are there, even for the electives."

"How come you know every professor?" Ron says while Harry nods with his mouth crammed around a sandwich.

"If you must know-," Hermione sniffs at the same time Dumbledore rises from his seat, and the Great Hall quiets.

"And on another note, I am pleased to announce a new subject added onto our curriculum along with a new member of our staff," Dumbledore speaks without missing a beat. Unperturbed by the fact every eye in the Hall has shifted to the empty seat he is ignoring. "Please welcome, the Professor of Mysteries at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry-."

The grand doors of the Hall burst open, and a thunderous boom reverberates throughout the room as multiple streaks of white-hot lightning race across the ceiling (Someone chokes on their sandwich). When the flashes die down, a man with silver hair stands at the entrance, and Dumbledore smiles.

"Kakashi Hatake."

After Ron and Hermione dislodge the last bits of bread from his throat, Harry turns to get a good look at Professor Hatake. Admittedly, not a lot is visible in the first place. What with the pitch-black robes, some kind of head bandana and a mask? Namely, just some (gravity-defying!) silver hair and an exposed lone eye. Professor Hatake barely seems to notice all the attention directed to him, not even expressing an inkling of embarrassment at his dramatic entrance. Everything with his demeanour radiates... extreme boredom.

In one moment, the professor slouches without a care in the world. In the next, he is collapsed into the previously empty seat. Dumbledore continues his speech as if nothing strange even happened, and Harry is left wondering that maybe today was a little interesting after all.

Kakashi has spent two minutes around the rest of the Hogwarts body, and he already wishes he could go somewhere far, far away. When he arrived at the introductory dinner, he was definitely not expecting an audience of... not much, if he was being honest. Just not hundreds of loud, snotty teenagers - all of them staring at him as if they were fresh genin he had just expelled.

At this thought, Kakashi pouts. A condition of his teaching position is that he has no expulsion power. Meaning he has no sure-fire way to weed out the less appreciative students. Apparently, Hogwarts is meant to be a "respectable institution" with "esteemed academic integrity". Kakashi just laments the injustice of having to deal with bratty civilian children and extra paperwork.

"Evening. Hatake, was it?" Someone on his left says. Kakashi does not miss how every other professor unsubtly glances at him. The speaker, an older witch with a sharpness in her eyes that Kakashi has only seen in people like Tsunade, coolly stares at him. He even unconsciously sits a little straighter in his seat under that gaze. "Might I inquire the reason to your tardiness?"

"Oh, I was walking to the Hall after I had a nap you see, until a black cat crossed my path. So, I had to go the long way," Kakashi says, completely ignoring how every other staff member is blatantly eyeing him. "They're omens of bad luck you see, and I didn't want to risk being late on my first day."

Kakashi punctuates his statement with an eye-smile, and now everyone is staring incredulously at him. A severe-looking man with a hooked nose scoffs and glares at him.

"Late?" He drawls and – hang on. If Kakashi scrutinises him a little, the man sort of looks like a more constipated Sasuke, and that's a hard thing to achieve. "I would hardly call being half an hour late, early."

Wow, he even speaks like his old student.

"Hm?" Kakashi murmurs thoughtfully. "I only just got here a few hours ago."

"A few hours ago?" The man's eyebrow arched, and he looks more assessing than curious. "But you weren't on the Hogwarts Express when it arrived."

"Ahh," Kakashi intones and rubs the back of his head. "That's because I walked here."

"You what."

"Now, now Severus," The first witch cuts in as she stops scrutinising Kakashi to address the man. "Hatake is a new professor here."

"McGonagall, I think that is hardly an excuse when-"

"I believe it is, Snape, the castle is quite large and easy to get lost in. And it wouldn't hurt to be polite," McGonagall stares Snape down, and the others observe the standoff. Snape cracks first, huffing and glaring down at his plate (a tomato dish, Kakashi notes thoughtfully). "I apologise on behalf of our fellow professor, Hatake but-."

McGonagall goes bug-eyed when she turns to Kakashi, and the other professors that notice this, do as well. This is fair considering that in the second that everyone had been distracted, Kakashi had wolfed down his entire dinner without anyone noticing him taking off the mask. It does make him a little uncomfortable, and Kakashi wonders if he should hide behind his beloved Icha Icha.

"What in the blimmin' feck jus' happened," The half-giant man says everyone’s thoughts out loud.

Dumbledore takes his seat then, slotting neatly into the collective. He nods good-naturedly at Kakashi and acts as if his entire staff had not just lost their collective shit at the new addition.

Being the rebellious teenager he is, Harry thought that people his age definitely did not need adult supervision when left to their own devices. (It is not like the past two years are his fault or anything).

Contrarily, Seamus Finnigan decks Ron in the face, screaming at the top of his lungs how "the Chudley Cannons can't aim for shit, you daft bastard". Behind them, the rest of the Mysteries class is in total disarray.

Harry realises that he is definitely very, very wrong.

“It’s only been ten minutes,” Harry whispers to himself. “And it’s already a madhouse.”

"Of course, it would turn into one, Harry." Hermione, the only one not paying any mind to the clamour, says without losing focus as she turns the page of her textbook. "It's what I keep telling you."

Before Harry can retort, a black, diamond-shaped object hurtles past his head and almost shaves off half of his hair. The gasp he draws halts the absolute chaos of the class, and they all follow his gaze to the back of the room. A dagger by its looks, the object is embedded up to hilt precisely in the centre of Malfoy's drawing of Harry fainting, pinning it to the wall.

"Maa, good morning…." An accented voice intones from the front, and every head turns to gape at the previously missing Professor Hatake. Who is standing upside- upside down from the ceiling? How is his cloak not even falling down? The professor holds a bright orange book in his hand and seems totally unbothered, as if his classroom is not the scene of a warzone. His sole eye forms an upside-down U shape. "Sorry I'm late. I'm afraid I got lost on the path of life."

Professor Hatake flips (actually flips!) gracefully and into the seat of his desk at the front and just… stares at them. The professor taps his chin thoughtfully for a moment, his eye not betraying a single emotion.

“Based on my first impression, I’d have to say….” Professor Hatake begins, and the class leans forward in their places in anticipation. “…That I don’t like you at all.”

And then the classroom explodes.

Professor Hatake excuses only Hermione from the punishment of cleaning up the classroom without magic. Apparently, for being a “good little genin” (whatever that means). As Harry scrubs more of the soot, he watches the professor summon Goyle’s wand that he had been sneaking to use without even looking up from his book. This year, Harry surmises, will definitely be something. What kind of something, he is not sure he wants to know.

#kakashi hatake #harry potter #ron weasely #hermione granger #albus dumbledore #minerva mcgonagall #severus snape #canon divergence #harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #harry potter except kakashi is a teacher #that's it #that's the fic #au #naruto #fanfiction

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yoificfinder · 4 years

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Hi! Hope you’re doing well! Do you have any recs for Magic AU fics? Thanks in advance and stay safe! 💖

Hi nonnie, here are some fics where they have magic--categorized into HP/Hogwarts AU and Other Magic AUs (I excluded superhero AUs tho as there's already a masterlist for that):

HP/Hogwarts AU

Canis Major by @yuripaws [G, 8K]

Viktor Nikiforov: Head Boy. Quidditch Captain. Outstanding in all his O.W.L.s. Excelling in all his N.E.W.T. classes.

Something about his eyes reminds Prefect Yuuri Katsuki of the strange dog that likes to patrol the corridors with him at night.

darling, we both know by @astoryaboutwar [E, 31K]

You can grow up with someone and be simultaneously better and worse for it.

(Or: the HP Wizarding World (not set in Hogwarts!) AU where they meet as preteens, fuck as teenagers, fall in love as adults, and occasionally find time to magically figure skate.)

Defying Gravity series by rinsled05 / @dreaming-fireflies [T and E, 58K]

Summary of first fic:

Imagine if Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, after the demise of you-know-who, started accepting foreign students in an effort for greater unity among wizarding communities around the world. Imagine that, in this changing climate of diversity and social acceptance, Hogwarts also decided to host an exchange programme with select students from Durmstrang Institute and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for a semester.

Imagine, then, if a young Japanese wizard by the name of Yuuri Katsuki had transferred to Hogwarts to escape his past, just in time to meet a Russian Quidditch player who would blow open the very doors he was trying so desperately to close.

A story of love, magic, and teenagers trying to find themselves.

Falling For Your Charms by Reiya / @kazliin [T, 32K]

Professor Katsuki’s crush on Professor Nikiforov is supposed to be a great secret.

So naturally, the whole school knows

Open At The Touch by @kiaronna [T, 6K]

Maybe Nishigori got ahold of a lock of Viktor's hair, and some Polyjuice potion. Maybe it's all an elaborate prank. With this as his only reasonable explanation, he steps forward, snags Viktor by his robes and tugs him in.

"Nishigori," he says in Japanese, "this prank isn't funny. Your English is better than when I left, though."

"Ah," says the fake Viktor Nikiforov in English, voice dipping, and is he blushing? "What was that?"

"Maybe I got hit in the head by a Bludger," Yuuri muses. Viktor's smile grows ever wider, tightening at the edges. "Maybe I never came home from my international Quidditch competition. Maybe I'm lying in the hospital right now, hallucinating."

There has to be an explanation, mystical and magical or medical, for the best Seeker in the Quidditch world showing up at his door; something besides his portrait, which won't stop talking to Yuuri anyway.

Technical Support by @possibleplatypus [T, 18K]

Research had needed a new field-tester (they always needed new testers, as most Aurors would “test” an artefact only once before screaming to be reassigned), and thus the most decorated Auror in recent history was currently shouting into a modified “smart phone.”

Viktor was quite certain that phones were not alive, so he did not understand how they could be intelligent. He found that when it came to Muggles, it was best not to think too deeply into things.

“THIS IS NIKE,” Viktor bellowed into the thin, rectangular case. “CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?”

The Dance of the Veela by @satbiym [M, 17K] *WIP

Listen, Victor has a lot on his plate, not only is he dealing with the dreaded Veela Maturity in a den of iniquity (ahem Hogwarts ahem), but he also has to find an appropriate Consort for his upcoming Veela Maturity Ball, held during the Winter Solstice, amongst the hundreds of people he is surrounded by everyday.

But How Does He Know?

A Fairy Tale in 3 Arcs.

Viktor is Luna Lovegood: The AU series by seventhstar / @pencilwalla [T, M, and E, 33K]

Magical theory nerd Viktor is determined to win quidditch prodigy Yuuri Katsuki's heart. Luckily, Yuuri is too busy crushing on him to notice his throngs of admirers.

warm-up hogwash series by antikytheras [G, 16K]

Summary of first fic:

Viktor Nikiforov is a genius. He tops the level without having to study and he can perform most spells without his wand. He was the second-ever first-year Seeker in the school, and the first Slytherin one at that. He’s a Parselmouth and he’s tamed the other basilisk hidden in the school’s plumbing. He has washboard abs and really defined hipbones. He’s the only son in a long line of pureblood Slytherins and he’s half-Veela and he can speak Mermish and he was born as Voldemort’s secret daughter which is why he’s prettier than half of the girls in school and—

‘Where do you even get all these?’ Viktor asks, eyebrows drawn together in bemusement. 'I'm not even a pureblood, I'm Muggleborn.'

Other Magic AUs

And Miles to Go Before I Sleep by @orchids-and-fictional-cities, @iruutciv [M, 41K]

Katsuki Yuuri has been cursed to spread misery and grief to those who dare to come close to him. Viktor Nikiforov has been sentenced to wander the earth, unable to die, granting wishes to mortals in the hopes that one of them might give his life meaning in exchange.

They meet in a tempest of April snow.

in distant castles mirrors broke by lily_winterwood / @omgkatsudonplease [E, 7K]

Yuuri had discovered his powers at a very young age.

For as long as he remembers, people have talked in hushed whispers around him, about him. About how the Northern Lights had shone at the hour of his birth, about the stars that had burst into existence alongside him. Yuuri has known, from a young age, that he’s destined for some sort of greatness.

The problem is, he’s not sure what sort of greatness it is, or if it’s even really greatness at all. After all, everyone says that sort of stuff about princes.

in which there is a moving castle by @fireblazie [T, 3K]

When Viktor opens his eyes, Yuri is staring at him with a horrified expression.

Granted, Yuri greets him with that face every time Viktor opens his mouth, so Viktor doesn’t quite grasp the gravity of the situation at first. But then it comes to him in stages: a gradual ache settling in his lower back, a peculiar stiffness in his joints, and, most horribly of all—

He runs towards the nearest mirror and freezes at the reflection that gapes back at him.

His hair.

Viktor screams.

(A sort of Howl's Moving Castle AU.)

My Name On Your Lips by @feels-like-fire [E, 108K]

Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King's son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he's forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he's been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.

Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.

If only the Prince didn't have other ideas.

Roses of May by @cuttlemefishwrites [E, 46K] *WIP

At age five, all children are assessed for talent and beauty in the City of Hasetsu and the other eight cities of the Empire. Every year, five are branded with the mark of a rose before being carded off to the Emperor’s palace where they are trained to become Roses, or sacrifices to be sent every May to the Ice Spirit that lives in the castle at the top of the mountain. Roses never return, except for Katsuki Yuuri, who shocks the Empire when he appears again two years after his departure with a silver crown on his head and a blond baby in his arms, demanding the Emperor step down or face the wrath of his husband, the Ice King. But, not everything is what it seems.

to the water's edge by @ebenroot [T, 84K]

Once upon a time, in a secluded tower that rests upon a cliff and is surrounded by tall trees, there lives a young man that faces a certain conundrum:

Katsuki Yuuri has fallen in deeply in love with a man he has never met.

Your Breath, My Skin by @lavenderprose [T, 5K]

"What did you do?" Yuuri mutters as Viktor takes off his coat and scarf.

Viktor's mouth moves soundlessly for a moment, then gestures for a pencil and pad. Yuuri yanks his way through several drawers and finally finds a grocery list pad and an old charcoal. He throws them in Viktor's direction and shuffles into the kitchen to turn the kettle on. Viktor tugs on his sleeve eventually, like a timid child, and Yuuri turns to see what he's written.

"A succubus?" Yuuri demands, teeth going on edge. "Viktor, oh my God. What did you do?"

Or: Viktor needs to stop finding new and creative ways to get himself hexed. Yuuri is Suffering.

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ETA - Other people's rec:

A Story of Withcraft and Wizardy by @sophialala1 (She also recs other magic/fantasy AU fics in the replies and here's her ao3)

Magic & Ice by @ajwolf84

when the ice melts in the snow (that's when you'll love me) by lilithiumwords / @amberstarfight

Thanks for the rec, @alistairvt! ❤

#yuri on ice #yoi #yoi fic rec #victuuri #harry potter au #hogwarts au #magic

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kashimos-hajime · 4 years

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I’m not the anon, but I would love to know about your Harry Potter ocs! Like names and personalities and such!

alright here we go!! under the cut bc it might get LONG. i’m writing this in a wiki style for maximum understanding so hope you enjoy :^)

Ophelia Agrippina Warrington [b. June 12, 1980] is an English-Italian pureblood witch and the oldest daughter of Alistair Warrington and Caterina Warrington (née Savoy). She is the younger sister of Cassius Augustus Warrington and the elder sister of Octavia Aurelia Warrington. As the children of former Death Eaters, the Warrington children did not spend much time with their parents and instead lived on the family estate with their grandmother in Sicily to shield them from the backlash, where their parents’ teachings clashed with their grandmother’s ideals. She then quickly learned that it was better to just play along to appease those she was surrounded with rather than to speak her true thoughts. As such, Ophelia was raised to put on a front of pureblood superiority when, in truth, she held no such prejudices on her own.

Ophelia began attending Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardry in 1991 and was sorted into Slytherin House. There, she quickly became friends with Daphne Greengrass and Blaise Zabini as well as members of the Quidditch team such as Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. In her fourth year at Hogwarts, Cassius was chosen as Hogwart’s Champion for the Triwizard Tournament after she convinced him to put his name in.

Physical Appearance Ophelia, much like her brother, is tall and muscular with rich, dark hair and dark brown eyes. Her features are paired with an aquiline nose and olive skin. She is often noted to look like her mother. In her first four years at Hogwarts, she was often seen with a healthy glow, a smile, and with the ring her mother gave her on a necklace around her neck.

After Cassius’ death, the ring is no longer present and her appearance is less put together. Dark circles were constant underneath her eyes and she grew thin. Her skin lost its colour and she was seen as nothing more than a ghost. During the Battle of the Seven Potters, she was struck with a deadly Severing Charm in the chest by her father, and would have died from both the blood loss and fall had Blaise Zabini not caught her and continued on. Although Molly Weasley did her best, the damage was too severe and long scars became permanent on her chest.

Personality and Traits Ophelia is an ambitious, clever witch who has a knack for lying to get out of trouble. Her ambition to become the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement set her as a hardworking individual who often aided others in excelling as well. This led to her becoming acquaintances and even friends with Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger. Ophelia often had a very open heart that was sensitive to backlash and insults, which resulted in her often doing her best to blend in with the crowds she hung out with even though it was not who she truly was and impacted her negatively. Although she is kinder than her Slytherin housemates, Ophelia is not above doing whatever she needs to get what she wants as shown when she tricked Draco Malfoy into not docking points from members of Dumbledore’s Army, of which she was secretly apart of.

After her brother’s death, Ophelia became embittered and passionate about the blood purity prejudice. She was often crass, no-nonsense, and spiteful, although the softer side of her still remained around her friends and sister. Over time, Ophelia’s grief mellowed and she healed, vowing to do what she could in her brother’s name. She no longer stood aside when people used the word ‘mudblood’ and trained harder to become an auror in hopes that nothing like Voldemort would ever occur again. Despite her lack of patience with blood purists, she showed genuine concern for Draco Malfoy during their sixth year, and did her best to sway him to her side during the Battle of Hogwarts.

#willowansweringasks #witchofinterest #c: ophelia warrington #this was really fun #i miss her a lot lool #it was like draco x oc #but also she didnt give a shit about draco too much #she was getting that education #it wasnt until like the war that really pushed them together #idk i wanna talk more about her so!! if any of yall curious #also idk why it got formatted weirdly but enjoy!

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serodotine-deficiency · 4 years

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✨"Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light"✨ ~Albus Dumbledore • With this self isolation, smiling is hard, but it's needed🌻 • • • • #goth #gothic #gothicgirl #gothgirl #gothaesthetic #gothstyle #gothmakeup #pagan #pagangoth #wiccan #witchgirl #withcraft #witcheasthetics #makeup #harrypotter #harrypotterquote (at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-lnJm-g71i/?igshid=1e8d69rh8lzqr

#goth #gothic #gothicgirl #gothgirl #gothaesthetic #gothstyle #gothmakeup #pagan #pagangoth #wiccan #witchgirl #withcraft #witcheasthetics #makeup #harrypotter #harrypotterquote

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coruscorp-blog · 6 years

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DEAR, MR. ( CONSTANTINE JUNG )

We are pleased to have you back for another year as an UPPER THIRD YEAR STUDENT at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We sincerely hope your classmates in RAVENCLAW treat you well.

constantine comes from a long line of korean fishermen. as a young boy, he was expected to take to fishing just as his father had before him, and his father before him, and so on. however, from a young age, his family knew there was something completely and utterly different about him.

the family had moved to scotland before he was born, and he was named after a line of scottish kings as an omen for good luck and prosperity in their new home. his parents feared, however, that moving to scotland and naming their son such a name had caused a shift in the family legacy, for constantine was not a water-brained boy. he was not inept with his studies, or filled with a booming, fiery personality that warmed all those around him. he was actually rather quiet, very studious, and very smart. rather than going out to play ball, he preferred to stay in and learn about the richness of the world’s history. his mother, while proud of him and his intelligence, was concerned. his father wasn’t happy with the outcome of their son’s way of life, he felt robbed of the father and son connection he had always dreamed of possessing when it came his turn to be the parent.

when constantine showed signs of possessing magical abilities, his parents were frightened to say the least. when his letter for hogwarts came, his father was bewildered, and quite frankly furious. not with his son, but with the situation. his mother, the sweet creature that she was, supported constantine in his decision to attend the school of withcraft and wizardry, and urged him on as the years passed by.

constantine had always been on the quieter, shyer side. he hadn’t made many friends, preferring to keep to his books in his little corner of the common room and read away, learning and learning, or immersing himself in fictional characters with normal problems he could never dream of worrying about. his passion is quiet, but it lingers within him. what is his passion? helping people. becoming an obliviator appealed to him in this regard, to help those who fumble and make mistakes to patch up the faults and return to normalcy.

while he had been put in ravenclaw, part of him held some slytherin aspects. he lurked within the shadows quite a bit, observing from afar. once in a while, some poor sap would take it upon themselves to try and become his friend, include him in a group even, but he always simply trailed behind, silent, nose in a book half the time, the other half just watching. being muggleborn helped with him being ignored or forgotten, though he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt whenever another muggleborn was harassed for their lineage. he was always too quiet to help.

now, as an adult, constantine has found that he has grown into his looks. once the awkward, tall and skinny boy that always faded into the background, was now the mysterious hunk at the back of the class, constantly observing, always having the correct answer in the back of his pocket. whenever he opens his mouth, a world of knowledge and trivia falls out of it, but only briefly before he’s back to his quiet stoicism. he’s received a few admirers notes here and there, though he barely reacts to them. these girls think he’s attracted because he stares? he’s only trying to figure out why they act so funny whenever they talk about things they don’t understand.

#CR!Follow #CR!Ravenclaw

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