When I have free time, I like to kidnap, kill, torture and fly kites. If you know where Harry Potter is, you should tell me so I can kill that little shit once and for all.
Am I the only one still suffering from post-Potter depression?
I’m watching the Chronicles of Narnia and I’m like
HOGWARTS HAD CENTAURS
OH LOOK CHILDREN TAKING A TRAIN TO A MAGICAL LAND
GRYFFINDOR COLORS ARE RED AND GOLD TOO
WHY DIDN’T PROFESSOR SLUGHORN JUST GO BACK TO NARNIA WHEN HE WAS HIDING FROM VOLDEMORT?