Headcanon that after the battle of Hogwarts, George dyes his hair an outrageous colour, and at first Molly is mad, but then she hears George whisper “I kept thinking it was him in the mirror”.
Books are my refuge when I’m lonely. I always find a friend between the pages of a book. That friend doesn’t judge me or make me feel inadequate or not enough. Thery’re just there. For me. Always waiting. And that’s a comforting thought.
me: hey i’m kinda good at this writing thing
*reads other people’s writing*
me: i am a literary potato