James: You're My Priority Now.

McGonagall: Just who do you three think you are?

Hermione: I'm Gorgeous.

Ron: I'm Drop

Harry: And I'm Dead.

Ron: Together we make the ultimate trio!

Hermione: But separate we-

Harry: I'm still dead, Ron has dropped to the floor crying, and Hermione is still a gorgeous.

McGonagall: ...Dismissed?

Ron: Can we stop at McDonald’s?

Mrs. Weasley: Ronald, I’m making dinner at home.

Ron: [crying] I hate this fucking family.

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Harry, turning around: Hermione, please excuse my language-

Harry, turning back to Ron: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

McGonagall: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on here?

Oliver Wood: Well, it's kind of complicated, but Fred and George-

McGonagall: Got it. Forget I asked.

that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

Mini headcanon time 💜

Dabi likes to wear Hawks socks to slip and slide around the house in. Hawks caught him doing so coming home late one night after a long patrol. He was half way in the window when he saw Dabi sliding across the hall into the living room listening to music. Dancing sliding around the house completely comfortable in one of Hawks shirts, the backs cut out for Hawks wings.

Dabi danced for a solid five minutes with his eyes closed before he opened them and then they were shock wide open. They stared at each other for a second before dabi yelped and shot fire at hawks who dodged quicker than dabi could spark it. Squawking when he flew back inside.

“Dabi?! You could’ve killed me!”

“You saw me dancing!”

“So you tried to kill me?”

“ I didn’t try to kill you i tried to fry you! Big difference chicken!”

“Chicken? With those skinny legs?” Hawks said pointing at Dabi’s exposed lower half. The shirt covering up to his mid thigh, showing off indeed, skinny chicken legs.

“So what? You’re a bird so it’s different!”

“That makes no sense!”

“You don’t make sense!”

Dabi yelled, stomping off to the bedroom only to skip and fall on his bony ass. Hawks had never laughed so hard in his life.