Obviously, our friends have explained to Hagar their fears about Snake. But Hagar won’t have it, even when Harmony explains the spell she saw Snake doing, and the bloody leg, and the hotfoot she gave her. All this does nothing for Hagar.
Hagar tells each of them to bugger off. And then, in his rage, he accidentally drops the name ‘Nick Flannel’ in association with Dumbledore and the gunnysack.
‘Fuck!’ he yells so loud that the birds rattle out of their trees. ‘You fuckers made me spill the beans.’
The kids are unmoved by his outburst and press on with questions. ‘Who’s Nick Flannel? What’s in the vault? Are we to die in our beds, Hagar?’
Hagar apparently has had enough of the questioning and turns to leave. Harry notices that he leaves with the face of a leaving father, a father that leaves forever, if you know what I mean.
Wizard People Dear Reader, Brad Neely (via softcastle-mccormick)
Characters in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and their names from Brad Neely’s Wizard People, Dear Reader
This is so beautiful
“The family seems to be happy with nothing. A giant Burmese leopard-eating snake basks in front of their piggish faces like a poem. And of course, they want it to dance for them.” -Wizard People, Dear Reader ch. 2
he’s coming
He’s coming
HE’S COMING
Harry picks up the Stone just in time to turn around and feel his dad blow through him, just as everyone has their dads blow into them like a kite, a kite of chromosomes blowing on the wind of inheritance.
Wizard People, Dear Reader (via softcastle-mccormick)
And of course harry is the victor.
Oh my god the notes; they make me so happy!
(Source: littleladylazereyes)
Harmony feels small in their presence, so she decides to split hairs with the Bear.
She says: Say, Ron. You look tired. Have you ever been tested for diseases?
Ron replies: At least I'm not a hideous fucker.
She says: Are you going home for christmas? I'm going home; my family's got money.
He says: No, we're staying here. We're gonna find out who that Nick Flannel is and rule the fucking school. So... run home and open your presents. I hope you get a new pillow to cry into.
