Freya Mavor
Freya Mavor
Freya Mavor
I’ve often been told that I’m a bit strange. I hear that pretty regularly, but it is not how I see myself. I feel like I’m extremely normal. I do have a bizarre face that’s a bit out of proportion. I guess that’s why some people see me as strange.
(via magicalromione)
"I’m sure that in another 20 or 30 years time, there will be a new phenomenon. And I will at some point be saying dismissively to my children, “Huh! Harry Potter was bigger than this… This is nothing compared to Harry Potter. You think that’s fans? That’s not fans."
- Daniel Radcliffe (via harrypotterconfessions)
(via magicalromione)
How many hours are there from romania to LA? I’m still hoping for Rupert to show up in the last minute at the MTV movie awards. Then he will win the best kiss award and make out with Emma Watson on stage so all the Grintson shippers can explode from happiness and die.
(via deeply-inside)
Fred’s funeral had ended and George began to crave the seclusion of his own room. He slipped up the stairs of the Burrow and opened the door to his bedroom. He began to breathe a sigh of relief at the familiarity of his room, but something caught his eye- Fred’s bed, the bed Fred would never fill again. As tears began to fill his eyes, George closed the bedroom door and crossed the room to his brother’s bed. He sat down, put his head in his hands, and began to think about Fred’s last moments; they had been together, they were looking out for one another, but now George was alone. Fred was gone forever.
“I wish you were..” he paused, waiting for Fred to finish his sentence, like he always did, but only silence followed. “Here with me,” he finally managed to mumble as his tears began to hit the ground.
Half of him was gone…forever.
IN TEARS
