WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: THE CARIBBEANThe magic folk of the Caribbean are nothing if not ambitious. Raising an unplottable island out of the ocean, they retreated to their paradisiacal land whereupon they built a school of magic to pass on their knowledge. Over time, the island grew crowded, and the magical community moved away, but the school remained in operation. Surrounded by a vast blue stretch of water, students must travel via large sentient sailing ships that have been magicked to operate independently (an extremely useful enchantment during the era of piracy as the ships knew to avoid danger). In the waters surrounding the school swims an unnaturally large barracuda with magical scales that can be used as wand cores, but only when it is given willingly. There are many classes dedicated to spice magic, and foreign visitors often say the school carries a distinct aroma akin to a legion of chefs who never stop cooking. Cinnamon for friendship, ginger root for courage and strength, red chillies can fight evil or cause destruction… it becomes the unofficial anthem of the students over time because the chant aids greatly during the multitude of spice-reading exams conducted throughout the school year.
just noticed how ron is rubbing harry’s hair here while his brother rubs his as well and now i’m having head canon’s that ron did it because that’s how his brothers show affection and he thought of harry as a brother and help i am having hp feels
But notice how how (is that Fred or George? Can’t tell from this moment of gif. But no matter) the elder Weasley isn’t just rubbing Ron’s hair, but Harry’s as well. Because Ron isn’t the only one who considers Harry a brother in such a short amount of time. The whole Weasley clan already consider him family.
My friend just made this status
This man fucking gets it.
This is so incredibly important.
I am pretty sure I am supposed to know but… who is he?
this pretty much sums up the book/movie
MORE REASONS WHY NORWEGIAN FOREST CATS ARE THE BEST:
Norwegian forest cats are the best.
They look like little snow lions.
The colloquial term for them is “skogkatten”.
They’re also called “fairy cats” in Norway, because they’re so pretty.
They run down trees headfirst.
They’re fricking gigantic and they purr really loud.
They literally walk over snow like motherloving Legolas.
In Norse mythology, skogkatts pull the goddess Freya’s carriage.
Who doesn’t want a carriage pulled by cats?
Viking cats. End of story.
Oh what a terrible thing it appears that I haven’t reblogged these glorious beasts this year yet