Happy 450th Birthday, Bard!
April 23, 1564
Of course they know.
Ron tripped dazedly toward Harry and Hermione. “You’re okay,” he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly.
"I thought - I thought -"
“‘M all right,” said Ron, patting her on the back. “‘M fine.”
"Ron was great," said Tonks warmly, reliquishing her hold on Lupin. "Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you’re aiming at a moving target from a flying broom -"
"You did?" said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck.
”Always the tone of surprise,” he said a little grumpily, breaking free.
Captain America is on in the next room.
I can hear it. I can feel it. I can nearly taste it.
But I have a research paper due at the end of the week and I can’t leave my desktop.
So here I sit. Miserable, tired, and taunted by the promise of Chris Evans’ hot body only to be denied.
This is my hell.
sir, will you please stop beatboxing and just tell me what you’d like to order
thanks, ninja sex party