nympheline:i know those are supposed to be spirit animals, like a woodsy version of “the lion lay do

nympheline:i know those are supposed to be spirit animals, like a woodsy version of “the lion lay down with the lamb” sort of thing. but i’m totally seeing patronuses.molly would wave her 10-inches-willow-quite-springy-for-being-so-thick-unicorn-hair-core wand and whisper “expecto patronum” in a voice sweeter than st. valentine’s day. and this twisted, snarling, damn your eyes, damn your everything monster would shoot forth from her wand looking like it’s going to swallow the world, vomit it up, and then devour it again. and molly would clutch her wand to her chest and blink back tears and whisper, “isn’t he beautiful?”jim would wave his 11-and-a-half-inches-half-hawthorn-half-holly-covered-in-thorns-as-smooth-as-a-baby’s-ass-with-a-core-made-of-the-whole-damn-tail-of-a-thestral-not-just-a-hair wand languorously, like he couldn’t care less, and he’d toss off “expecto patronum” as an afterthought. and slowly, tentatively, this delicate doe would step up to him and lay her soft nose against his shoulder. seb would purse his derisive lips, raise an eyebrow, and say “still?” and jim would tear his eyes away from the doe’s (but leave his hand hovering against where her long, warm neck glows), and that expression of manic fury would descend on his face like a window slamming shut on an infant’s fingers, and he’d scream, “always.”EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS PERFECT.–CT -- source link

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