A snaperdoodle is a greasy cookie made of misery and loathing.
My name is Ali. I'm 20, and I am the Half-Blood Princess.
I am a Nerdfighter, a Potterhead, a Whovian, Sherlocked, a theatre geek, a Jesus freak, a bibliophile, and a Starkid.
never going to be over the fact that Arthur and Molly Weasley had seven children of their own, and hardly enough money or space to make due, yet they never thought twice about having an extra space at the table or making one more sweater at Christmas for the people who came into their family by circumstance.
#people Harry should have seriously fucking considered naming his kids after
'Which person,' she said, her voice shaking, 'which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week's passwords and left them lying around?'
There was utter silence, broken by the smallest of terrified squeaks. Neville Longbottom, trembling from head to fluffy-slippered toes, raised his hand slowly into the air.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
The book frames this as a moment of disgrace for Neville, but I think it’s one of his most shining moments.
Owning up to such a catastrophic mistake in front of his entire House while Professor McGonagall stood there quivering with rage and practically breathing fire at him, when he could have just as easily remained silent without anyone ever being the wiser?
That took courage. And integrity.