I bet my patronus would be a harp seal
can you imagine. what do you even do if your patronus is a seal.
all the stags and jack russel terriers and horses charge at the dementors and then yours just appears and
hello friend no more sadness today
self esteem just plummeted
STARS. THE FINAL EXPLORE-Y PLACE. THESE ARE THE TRIP THINGS OF THE SPACEBOAT ENTERPIPES. ITS FIVE YEAR JOB THINGY: TO HANG OUT IN STRANGE NEW PLACES, TO HAVE DINNER WITH ALIENS AND SHIT, TO VAGUELY WANDER IN THAT DIRECTION LIKE NO ONE HAS DONE BEFORE.
to vaguely wander in that direction
*snorts snow* I LOVE WINTER
SOOOO PRECIOUS! :’)
*does a single situp* it’s the eye of the tiger