Rottweiler puppies By Tanya Kozlovsky
Why go to college when you could run away to the forest and become the leader of thunderclan instead?
J E M W A L K E R
sometimes, even long after it’s settled, your daemon will change. trauma, the experts say. that’s what usually does it. the thing is, jem doesn’t feel traumatized.
she feels strong when it happens, her heart pounding in her chest and gun warm in her hands. she feels powerful. there’s a rotter lying at her feet, even deader than it was was before and leaking that black shit onto her boots. adrenaline shivers like poison in her veins and she reaches for her radio to tell bill that the house is clear.
when she hears the flutter of wings she thinks it’s lisa’s daemon, but it’s not a songbird’s cry that cuts through the stale air. the eagle sinks its talons into the second rotter’s eyes, pushing the monster away so that jem can bring up her gun and finish the job herself. she can feel a part of herself there, in the sharp eyes and trembling feathers, but that’s not right. her daemon is a mouse, not an eagle.
or at least he was.
there is no femshep, there is only the real shepherd and the fake man shepherd that bad hetboy nerds play
listen, son. if there was really a monster in your closet this would be a huge new discovery. honestly you getting mauled would be pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things if you think about it
“You might have got the impression that there is a little bit more to Aunt Petunia than meets the eye, and you will find out what it is. She is not a squib, although that is a very good guess. Oh, I am giving a lot away here. I am being shockingly indiscreet." - J.K. Rowling.
If the reveal had been that Petunia was a witch ~ Several years after the war, Harry tracks his aunt down to confront her with what he witnessed in the pensieve.