memothestrange:

Sherlock is four when he first finds Peter Pan among his brother’s old books. He’s instantly hooked by the boy who wants never to grow up, by beautiful Wendy and jealous Tinkerbell - but most of all, by the pirates. Mycroft is forced to play Peter Pan with him as often as possible, the two of them…

My answer:

Aww, thank you so much :) Sure you can!

the-planets-bend:

She can’t see the smile I’m faking

And my heart’s not breaking, cos I’m not feeling anything at all

And you were wild and crazy

Just so frustrating

Intoxicating

Complicated

Got away by some mistake and now

I miss screamin’ and fighting

…

(Source: memothestrange)

My answer:

Thank you!!!!

My answer:

#no. 35, the Dramione letter ^-^

My answer:

Haha, you’re not annoying! You’re so lovely<3

55) After the war, Petunia regretted her bitter and harsh treatment of her nephiew. She and Harry began sending occasional letters to each other. When Petunia found out that he was engaged, she sent a parcel addressed to Ginny. When she opened it, the youngest Weasley found a dusty but wonderful wedding dress with a note that read, ‘Lily wore this at her marriage to James. If you would like to wear it, please do - I think you would look very beautiful. Love, Petunia”.     

51) Dear Draco,

It’s been a year since we broke up. It seems strange that I’m writing to you. As if it’s a celebration. But I wanted you to know this.
I missed you a lot. It hurt in the morning to wake up and for you to flash into my mind, to see your emails without kisses at the end, to catch you staring at other girls. Any other girls, there were always multitudes flocked around you. I wanted to grab hold of them, to tell them about stargazing in the back of your pickup truck, or horse riding in the rain in Ireland. I wanted to tell them how many secrets we shared, kisses we stole ; I wanted to say that you drink coffee with no milk and two sugars. But I kept silent.  
That was my regret, that I never told you how I felt. My words always fell into the abyss, the chasm that sprung up between us if you whispered that you loved me. I could never find a way to tell you ; everything sounded bad when it came out of my mouth. I wanted you to know how much you meant to me - but you were gone before I had the chance, a balloon soaring away from a crying child. 
That’s it, really.

Hermione 

53) Dear Hermione,
I think of you in the in-between spaces. In the pause between inhaling and exhaling, in the lift of each step, in the hour between day and night. 
I wish we shared those moments, and everything else. I imagine you’ve moved on now, but if not, send me a sign. The smile of a rainbow, or stars spelling out your name. An otter, like your Patronus.
I miss you, Hermione. Are you watching me? Or is there nothing now but peaceful silence?
Love, Draco.

Draco laid the letter down beside Hermione’s gravestone. He waited for a moment, hoping for something, anything. But nothing changed, and Draco was swept away in his own sigh.

49) Rose was taking Muggle Studies, and so was Scorpius. 
They studied together. At first it was nothing but scrawled notes in shared spaces. But it became more - tentative questions asked, furtive looks stolen, secret smiles.
Their end-of-year project was about the way Muggles lived. Rose and Scorpius worked together, an unstoppable team, to try cooking without magic. 
Rose nibbled the chocolate chips and Scorpius got eggshell in his hair but somehow they made cookie dough. They rolled it out together, laughing at each other’s jokes.
In a cloud of flour, they kissed.