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- have yourself a merry little quarantine
since time doesn’t make any sense anymore, here’s me reharming Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas because why not
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It’s Like…He’s “Always Been Here”- thanks Santa!! Love my cult movies gift. The Shining is one of my favs!
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A moment of silence and quite rememberance for the sketch I made in december titled “Daddy Velvet” thats such a huge file it crashes my art app when I try to open it.
2Me, happy: aw man the weather is so good i’m so glad spring is finally here!!
my shit brain out of nowhere: i want it to be fuckin
christmas babey
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final chapter
Here ends the epic and woody adventure of two equally brillant dumbasses who can find their way in the woods but not in their life. Will Snape finally go to sleep? Will Lily roast marshmallows like she roasts Snape? You will know reading the last chapter of my contribution to the @snapebang, in collaboration with the amazing artist @sealbatross!
chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4
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The winter winds were raging against the high windows of the Ravenclaw common room. A slow draught swung the mistletoes suspended to the blue ceiling. A log cracked in the low fire, the dancing flames reflecting in the baubles on the Christmas tree. Quiet conversations and pages flips softened the silence. There wasn’t as many students as usual. Most seventh years were already heading to Hogsmeade, to disapparate back to their home. The others were waiting for the Hogwarts Express to take them off. The room was packed with pieces of luggage and a quiet excitement.
Lily was bent over a round table, her quill fluttering frantically. A mug of hot cocoa was smoking nearby her, a piece of marshmallow floating.
Dear Eryn,
I hope you are doing well and that your wrist is going better now. I told your horses aren’t to be trusted and are only meant to make you fall. At least you are writing funny…
“What are you doing?” said a young woman crashing into the sofa nearby. “Have you packed already?”
“Almost done”
I’m coming back home for Christmas break. I thought I could visit you every day, but you’re not allowed to apparate before you’re 17!!! THIS IS SO UNFAIR and she underlined “unfair” three times.
“What means ‘almost done’?” asked the young woman. She got up and tried to read over Lillian’s shoulder. A lock of her hair feel over Lillian’s head. Their hair was the same colour. “Are you writing to your muggle friend? can you save the stamp when she’ll answer back? My dad makes a collection. You know how he is with muggle things.”
“I know Ginny, I know…”
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