If there’s a picture of mike faist, rest assured, I will find it
okay but i guarantee you slytherin upperclassmen are the nicest upperclassmen ever (within their own house of course)
dont have any more ink? lily in sixth year has some that turns misspelled words red so mcgonagall wont take points off
cant figure out the cheering charm and flitwick’s quizzing you on it after lunch? you can test it on me, my roommates great with countercharms just in case
gryffindors been bullying you? the prefects will be glad to ambush them and dock obscene amounts of points
guess who go a care package from home? the entire house practically bc emily from fifth year’s mom makes the best cookies you will ever have in your life and her mom cant bake enough
fifth years risking being late to their own classes bc the firsties havent gotten the hang of the castle yet
magic maps that outline the best paths to each class that are handed down to the incoming first years
cant seem to stop blowing up your cauldron and snape’s face is a permanent look of hatred? there’s an empty potions room on the third floor and we do friday night tutorings
i just
upperclassmen taking care of the underclassmen
someone: have you heard of the musical dear evan hansen?
me:
-What do I do with this information???-
Have you ever felt like nobody was there? Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere? Let that lonely feeling wash away. Maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be okay. (½)
HUGE SHOUTOUT TO DARE BRITT FOR PUTTING PASTA IN HER WACOM PEN AND SAVING MY LIFE
(yes the picture above is done using a spagetti for a nib and it works)
rachel bay jones is an actual angel