Perhaps it is becoming clearer why I felt no romance when you told me that you carried my last letter with you, everywhere you went, for months on end, unopened. This may have served some purpose for you, but whatever it was, surely it bore little resemblance to mine. I never aimed to give you a talisman, an empty vessel to flood with whatever longing, dread, or sorrow happened to be the day’s mood. I wrote it because I had something to say to you.
Honestly, my favorite thing at the moment is all the marvel headcanons where Hela wasn’t cray-cray homicidal, and she’s an overprotective bitchy sister.
How the fuck did adult Ron fail his driving exam when he fucking drove a car from London to Hogwarts when he was 12????
J.K Rowling: Bold of you to assume that I’d remember that.
So I actually have an answer to this question.
Ron didn’t fail the driving test because he drove poorly. He tells us why: he failed to check the wing mirrors at the expected time. And furthermore, he tells us why that detail wasn’t important enough to remember: in practice, he isn’t going to use the wing mirrors to know what’s behind him, he’s going to use magic instead, magic which sounds like it’s more efficient for the task.
“Making the car go” isn’t the main thing the driving test is testing for (though it is a prerequisite). It’s looking for observing the rules of the road, and observing safety precautions in the prescribed way. Rules of the road don’t matter much if you do a lot of your driving with flying cars, and wizards have a lot of alternative safety precautions available.
So he didn’t fail the driving test because he didn’t know how to drive, he failed because he forgot one of the steps necessary to pass as a muggle.
It was a joke at Ron’s expense, but the joke was, “Ron still forgets how to muggle,” not, “Ron is bad at stuff.”
Shoutout to the writers at every single theatre news site for making A Very Potter Musical puns off of Darren Criss’ Golden Globe win. Sure, the Assassination of Gianni Versace was good, but the pinnacle of Darren’s career was playing a 12 year old wizard with a chopstick wand and a sharpie lightning bolt scar, and no one is ever going to let him forget it.
It’s my grandpa’s birthday next week and he said “I don’t want to be 85” and my grandmother, his wife of 59 and a half years, said “well your only alternative is to die”, I can’t believe how affectionate they are
I was having lunch with them today and my grandpa started throwing napkins at my grandmother, and she balled it up and looked all set to throw it back but then she put it down and said “I will not throw it because I was brought up properly, you were dragged” she has spent ¾ of her life with this man
