“Harry Potter has to go into the lake and find his Wheezy—”
“Find my what?”
“—and take his Wheezy back from the merpeople!”
“What’s a Wheezy?”
“Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater”
“What?” Harry gasped. “”They’ve got… they’ve got Ron?”
“The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!”
Sorry, I just got to reblog this.
(Source: weaselette)
i wish i had creepy followers who asked me questions about everything daily i’d willingly answer them :)))
sigh
Hello old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well, and we’re very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think, once we’re gone, you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to sea and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived, and save a whale in outer space. Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.
(Source: thegreathall, via fit-and-healthy-for-tomorrow)
