Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour

At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, butter where it borders on taste, and more honey sweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.                                         – Rainer Maria Rilke

“And I wonder what’s on your mind…”                                  - Dean Lewis, Be Alright

Pretty as a peach As postcard picture of a west coast beach So pretty if I had to bet This is pretty much as good as it gets

Je n’vois plus le monde autour, c’est peut-être ça l’amour

I think I’m going crazy It’s more than just your mind It’s more than just your body, baby There’s just something bout you

And it won’t be long before you and me run To the place in our hearts where we hide                        - I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues

There’s plenty like me to be found Mongrels who ain’t got a penny Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground                                        - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

“Don’t underestimate her. And don’t bet against her.”

Lily J. Potter (née Evans) 

It was an awful lot for our young days; Is it love you want? ‘Cus it’s love you made.

      Novo Amor

make me choose edits! | @fremione asked: fred weasley or george weasley?

I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and I certainly don’t want Harry dead. But I won’t deny that I am a werewolf.

The pristine image of Godrics Hollow as a suburban haven is shattered when the body of sixteen-year-old Peter Pettigrew is found one fall evening. As the town investigates his murder, secrets begin spilling forth, and neighbors regard each other with suspicion. In order to solve the mystery of their classmate’s murder, these teenagers will have to embrace the darkness and delve into the murky waters of the town’s secrets.