REBLOG IF YOU ARE A SLYTHERIN, SUPPORT SLYTHERINS, OR ARE A GIANT SNAKE THAT KILLS PEOPLE BY MAKING EYE CONTACT

Honestly, I’ve got a headcanon that the real Percival Graves is basically the magical worlds equivalent of Gordon Rames.

..oh my god

All my favorite Harry Potter bad lip reading gifs I have collected 

I will reblog these every single time.

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Im sitting in my room on the verge of tears and feeling like i want to throw up all because of a stupid boy. Newt Scamander wouldn’t treat me like this

SAMEEEEE. GOD SWEETHEART IM SO SORRY

REBLOG IF YOU WANT CURIOUS ANONS

If we want to believe that James Potter was repeatedly asking someone to spend time with him in spite of their reluctance during his early days at Hogwarts I would 100% like to believe that person was Remus Lupin like

Remus: It’s probably not a good idea if we hang out I’m not great to be around

James: Sure whatever you say Lupin also please light this firework when Sirius counts to 3

Theseus (Newt x Reader)

a/n: I’m so sorry this took too long. Writer’s block and I’m back at school.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word count: 2900+

Warnings: Jealousy, angst

Request by anon: theseus always trying to flirt with Reader at Hogwarts because he’s mr. popular & everyone loves him but reader is actually head over heels for his little brother who they share care of magical creatures with? side of jealous/sad newt w happy end?

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You were getting sick and tired of Theseus’s flirting. Every time at lunch and between classes and free time, he somehow managed to find you. Most of the time, you were with his younger brother, Newt, and when you weren’t he would turn the charm to 100.

Like now.

You were in the library, studying your little heart out because finals were just around the corner and Newt was nowhere to be found. You’d gone here in hopes for peace and quiet, but unfortunately, it evaded you.

You heard a knocking and looked up to see Theseus sitting across from you, looking through your notes and analyzing them.

“Pretty handwriting for a pretty girl,” he complimented, winking at you as he shuffled the papers. You sighed, pulling the notes away from him and going back to studying.

He sat there for a few minutes, fidgeting and staring at you before he pulled the notes from in front of you.

“Give them back,” you grumbled, not in the mood for his games today. “Please.”

He held them away from you for a few seconds, studying your expression before a grin flickered across his face.

“Go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend and I will,” he bargained, eyes shining with mischief.

A quiet ruffling of pages filled the room as you shook your head.

“I’m going with Newt this weekend. I can’t ditch him.”

His smile faltered a little before he smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“I heard he’s going with Leta. He was going to tell you today,” he grinned, shaking the papers in his hand slightly.

You could feel your heart drop as you frowned, eyebrows furrowing as your mouth dropped.

“I—Oh… okay,” you mumbled, searching for words.

“So, go with me?” He lowered the papers to you, an offer.

“Let me think about it,” you conceded, taking the papers, his fingers brushing against yours. There was no spark like the one that happened when you touched Newt. Every brush of skin with Newt sent tingles throughout your body.

“Thank you,” he beamed, a flirtatious tone permeating each word as he let go and stood up. “I’ll let you get back to studying.”

He sauntered off, a cocky and satisfied grin plastered on his face. He wasn’t his brother, but he could be funny and charming when he wanted to be.

You shook your head, sighing and gathering up your papers. You wouldn’t be able to study now with all these thoughts running through your mind.

Newt just decided to ditch you and go with Leta instead? Even though you’d been planning this for a while. Even though you’d had special plans for this.

You stood up, contemplating how much more you could take. Lately, Newt had been hanging out with Leta more and it seemed like he’d gained feelings for her.

You knew she was absolutely gorgeous and he deserved better than you, but that didn’t stop it from hurting. Merlin, you were head over heels for him.

You had half an hour before Care for Magical Creatures, your last class for the day, and spent it in the owlery, cleaning up after them.

When it was time for class you trudged over there, dreading the class you shared with Newt. Rest assured, you absolutely adored the class and thought it positively marvelous, you just didn’t look forward to seeing Newt all that much at the moment.

You couldn’t believe he’d just leave you for her. Weren’t Hufflepuffs supposed to be loyal?

Of course they were! Why were you freaking out without getting his side of the story?

Though there was still a lot of doubt and apprehension clouding your mind, you shook your head and continued to class, pulling open the door. There was a slight chatter going around the room as you walked in, searching for the familiar mop of red hair.

“Hey, Newt,” you greeted, a slight smile curling your lips. He glanced up at you before he ducked his head rather guiltily.

“I’ve, uh, I’ve got s-something to tell you,” he confessed, avoiding looking anywhere near you as he fiddled with his hands. You stopped for a second, your mind racing through possibilities as you sat down.

“Oh,” you mumbled, realizing what it might be. You nibbled on your bottom lip nervously, the small amount of hope you’d gained disintegrating painfully.

“Now, please, please, don’t get upset,” he pleaded, talking faster now that you were running out of time til class started. “But, I—I, uh, kind of in—invited Leta to come with us. To, uh, to Hogsmeade.”

You let out a low breath, a quiet buzz filling your mind much like the one in the classroom.

“Oh.” You felt a small sense of relief that he hadn’t left you entirely. “O-okay.”

“Please don’t be too upset. I know this was supposed to just be something between the two of us, but she had no one to go with,” he rushed out, glancing up to you apologetically.

“It’s fine, Newt,” you said, almost roboticly.

You shook yourself, shoving off the feelings of insecurity. You forced more emotion into your voice and face, shrugging slightly as a fake smile replaced your frown.

“You can go with her,” you told him, watching the way he startled and stared up at you for a moment. “Theseus asked me to go with him.”

He fumbled for words, eyebrows furrowing and scrunching.

“But—I—”

“No, Newt, it’s okay. I know she’s your friend and you want to spend time with her,” you interrupted, waving off his answer. “This way you can spend time with her and I won’t be alone.”

“I… Y/n, I— I want to spend time with you, too,” he stammered, at a loss.

“Honestly, it’s okay Newt. I’m sure I’ll have fun with Theseus and you’ll have fun with—with Leta,” you said firmly, grabbing your quill as the professor came in.

“Y-y/n,” he lamented, sounding slightly distressed.

“Newt,” you cut him off, your tone almost warning. He closed his mouth, sighing as he grabbed his quill, too.

Class passed quietly and fairly fast. You disappeared afterwards, nursing a fractured heart and allowing it to hurt.

With no more classes to distract you and no Newt to spend time with, you were a little lost, unsure of what to do.

You went back to the library, a favorite place of yours, and started searching for a few books. You loved to lose yourself in the different worlds and would read whenever you got the chance. After finding a sufficient stack, you found a quiet corner to nest up in, setting down the books beside you as you slid down to the floor.

“Hey, Y/n,” you heard someone greet softly as they settled next to you.

“Hey, Theseus,” you sighed, glancing up at him and giving a small twitch of your lips as a greeting smile, too drained to do anything more.

“I’m assuming you talked to Newt then, if you’re in here moping,” he said quietly, gently placing a hand on your book.

Another heavy exhale.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just wanted to hang out with you,” he apologized, eyes darting around your face.

“Why, Theseus? If you knew me, at all, you would know that I’m not going to be another one of your conquests,” you snapped, albeit without any malice. You were mostly just tired.

Tired of pining for someone you couldn’t have. Tired of fighting for his attention. Tired of how much heartbreak you suffered through every day.

“Of course I know that,” he chuckled, looking amused. “I also know that you’re completely in love with my brother. I’m just—just looking out for him, you know? Trying to get to know you a little better.”

“Wh-What?”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his nervous exterior much different from his usual confident and sarcastic behaviour.

“I know, I know. ‘What about the flirting and little comments and all that?’ I just, well, I just didn’t want to make it obvious. I know I don’t act like it all of the time, but I love my little brother. I care about him and I just wanted to make sure you were good for him,” he explained, looking around and not letting you get a word in.

“He deserves someone like you, Y/n. He deserves someone good and happy and who loves creatures just as much as he does. Someone who can make him happy,” he added, a small but sincere smile making its way to his lips.

You were absolutely bewildered, your entire thought process thrown off course. You fumbled for words, mouth gaping and forming nonsensical sounds.

“Wha—But you— H-how did yo— How did you know?” You blurted, a flush staining your cheeks and ears.

He gave you a look, his eyebrow raised and a challenging smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m not blind,” he laughed quietly, shaking his head at you. “Though my brother obviously is.”

“I—I, uh, I— Oh Merlin. I don-don’t know what to say,” you stammered, embarrassed that his older brother knew that you were head over heels for Newt.

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s alright. Honestly, I think you should probably just go back to your room and rest rather than stress. I can put your books away.”

He stood up and offered you a hand, pulling you to your feet.

“Thank you,” you told him, your voice sincere. You gave him a smile, a real one, and began to leave.

“Oh, Theseus,” you called back softly. He looked up at you, three books in his arms.

“Hmm?”

“I’ll go with you tomorrow. To Hogsmeade. Newt is going with Leta, so…”

His brow furrowed as he studied your expression.

“Alright. I’ll see you then, okay? For now, go get some rest.”

You nodded at him and left, making your way to your room. As soon as you got there, you collapsed onto your bed, sleep overcoming you within minutes.

***

You’d gotten to Hogsmeade without seeing Newt and it both relieved and concerned you. Theseus had chattered and talked to you frequently, trying to distract you from it and your overthinking.

When you’d finally caught a glance of Newt, he’d been towed along behind Leta into the sweets store where you and Theseus were headed.

“Hey, let’s go to a different store,” you propositioned, turning abruptly and walking in a different direction. His hand landed on your arm and he pulled you back.

“Nope! We are going over there because you need to stop avoiding him,” he tossed back lightheartedly, in such a good mood that it rubbed off on you.

He tugged you along playfully, glancing at your exasperated expression.

“Come on, quit pouting and let’s go,” he laughed, his hand holding yours. It wasn’t uncomfortable, more like holding hands with one of your best friends or a sibling. Purely platonic.

“Alright, alright, fine.”

He pulled you along into the store, doing a quick look over to search for Leta and Newt. They were over by the chocolate frogs, talking quietly.

“So how long have you known?” You asked him softly, pulling your hand from his.

“About you being head over heels for my brother?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at you. “For about as long as I’ve known you. It was sweet and a little sad, watching you fall for him. I’m pretty sure I knew before you did.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I could see the way you looked at him, your actions, and just how you acted around him. I even saw the moment when you finally realized that you were in love with him. It was a pretty mundane moment, you know? Just a regular, everyday occurrence. Not romantic or really all that special. I saw you guys at lunch and he was talking about something, his creatures I’m assuming, and you were just looking at him with so much love.”

He let out a quiet laugh, breaking eye contact for a moment to look towards Newt.

“Then you just froze, with this look of pure panic on your face and I could tell. I’ve seen the same look on Newt’s face,” he continued, gazing back at you with a dreamy, reminiscing expression.

“Yeah, with Leta,” you finished, breaking the thoughtful haze surrounding Theseus.

“What? No, wi—”

“Y/n? Theseus?” You heard Newt call, walking towards the both of you with a troubled expression.

“Oh, hey, Newt,” you replied, your mood plummeting at the sight of Leta holding onto his arm.

“Hi, Theseus,” Leta greeted, smiling sweetly, too sweetly, at him and placing a hand on his arm. “What are you doing here?”

You scowled at the fact that she was flirting with him right in front of Newt and ignoring him. He gave a forced half smile, used to the attention being diverted to his older, well liked brother.

“Getting to know Y/n,” he answered honestly, shrugging off Leta’s touch and noting the way Newt’s expression screwed up in irritation and jealousy.

“Just making sure she’s the right girl for my little brother,” he added mischievously, grinning at both of you and ruffling Newt’s hair playfully.

Both you and Newt balked, mouths gaping and sputtering out nonsense words, flushing a dark red.

Theseus let out a quick snort of laughter, placing a hand over his mouth as he surveyed the scene in front of him.

You were a blushing mess, stuttering out syllables and fumbling with your hands.

Newt was the same, his freckles disappearing under the dark flush and mouth opening and closing.

Leta was an angry red, a look of disbelief and anger staining her features as she glared at the open mouthed figures.

“Theseus!” You exclaimed at him, both mortified and terrified. You avoided looking at Newt, instead fixing your gaze at Theseus’s amused expression.

“Thanks,” you spat out, funneling your embarrassment into something you could deal with easier. You shook your head angrily and stalked off, leaving the shop entirely.

Theseus rolled his eyes at your dramatic actions. However embarrassed you might be, you’d be thankful later on. This was exactly the kind of push you two needed or else you’d never confess.

Frustrated and mortified tears came to your eyes as you stormed away.

As horrified and utterly terrified as you were, you couldn’t help the small amount of relief that filled you. It felt so much better for you now that you weren’t harboring that humongous secret anymore.

You heard someone exit the store and follow you, their hurried steps catching up with you. You stopped, still facing away from him and roughly wiping away the tears.

“Theseus, leave me alone. Newt wasn’t supposed to know! Now our friendship is ruined a-and I—I. I’m in love with him and you know that. Even being friends was enough and now I…No-Now I don’t even have that,” you cried, turning around to see what he had to say for himself.

“Oh god,” you murmured, eyes wide and your heart hammering as you stared at the freckled man in front of you.

He stared at you in what looked like awe, but was more likely to be repulsion. He took a few staggered steps towards you, glancing at the ground when you flinched ever so slightly. He reached out a hand to you and came closer, until he was right in front of you.

“Y/n?”

You stayed silent, shaking almost imperceptibly.

“I, uh, I— Are— Please tell me it’s true,” he rushed out, an almost frantic look in his eyes.

“What?”

“Please, please tell me you feel the same way,” he pleaded almost desperately, glancing around your face.

“The same… Way?”

Could he possibly like you, too? Could he possibly feel the same way you did?

“No, Merlin, of course not. I—I…,” he sighed, rubbing his face with his hand as he turned around to walk away.

“I do.” The words escaped your lips before you could think. You hoped with all your heart and soul that he meant he had feelings for you, too. “I-I, uh, I do feel the— the same w-way.”

“Really?” He whipped around, taking a few staggered steps to you and raising a hesitant hand up. “You—You really do?

His eyes were glassy, as were yours.

“I really do,” you laughed quietly, your voice a little husky from the tears. “I really, really do. Have for a long time.”

A smile spread onto his lips, mouth pulling up into a full blown grin. His eyes sparkled as he gently placed the hand onto your cheek, smoothing his thumb along your cheekbone.

“As have I.”

You were beaming now, eyes shining with tears. You brought your hand up to cover his, smiling as you held eye contact. It was so different looking into his eyes for a prolonged time.

He had flecks of blue and gold in his gorgeous green eyes.

You rushed forward, crushing him in a hug and laughed through tears into his shoulder.

“Oh, thank you,” you laughed into the fabric, clutching him closer as he wrapped his arms around you. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything.”

I'm actually a slytherin/hufflerin and pukwudgie, the traits of hufflepuff and slytherin blend very nicely.

The fact that Tina Goldstein is just like 5 years older then me in fantastic beasts really puts things into perspective.

I too am a slytherin (and pukwudgie) and I would LOVE to your friend

the fact that your patronus can be a person is really creepy to me

like imagine ron seeing hermione cast a patronus and his freckly spectral face is grinning at him from across the room? i would freak the fuck out

I am just imagining some American transfer student goes go Hogwarts, does the charm, and out pops Obama. Just full out President Obama.

Reblog if your patronus is President Obama.

“thanks obama” i say as i high five my patronus after he protects me from dementors

If they don’t make a niffler piggy bank i will be very disappointed.