“luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: harry, ron, hermione, ginny, and neville. they were not moving as the portraits at hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same: harry thought they breathed. what appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends … friends … friends …”
breaking news: harry potter has quit his job as an auror!
stating that ‘i have no idea why i thought that was a good idea, holy shit’, potter has since relocated to diagon alley and reopened florean fortescue’s ice cream parlour. in a comment, potter said ‘yeah. yeah, this seems more like it’ and added ‘i mean, he gave me ice cream that one time. loved that guy.’
the moon is beautiful 