Boy, the whole thing was a bastard. If you really want to hear about it, what happened was it was the day of the Quidditch match with Slytherin. I was as anxious as hell; I was already all worried about what crumby thing old Voldemort was going to come up with next. I mean, his goddam death eaters had already killed my godfather, Sirius, but I don’t want to talk about that. It’s too depressing.
Anyway, old Ron and me fly on to the pitch. The crowd below us are all going crazy. Then I fly into Malfoy, the ferret faced little sonuvadeatheater. He started griping about me grassing up his old man. He just about drove me crazy.
“You’re a goddamn moron, Malfoy,” I screamed at him. I was about to hex him, but Ron held me back. He kills me, old Ron, he really does. You’d really like him.
Dumbledore’s death, in the style of The Catcher in the Rye. (Via the Guardian)
looooooool THIS JUST MADE MY DAY.
ben barnes & robert sheehan in killing bono
this girl was my best friend when i first moved here and now she talks to herself on her unborn son’s facebook. nbd, nbd.
oh my god LOLOLOLOLOL
brb making an account for my unborn daughter.