It's been so long. So long since those opening words were penned in that coffeeshop. So long since we drew scars on our foreheads. So long since we waited for Hogwarts letters. So long since we declared ourselves Potterheads.
Potterhead isn't just a title, it's a way of life. It's twirling sticks and casting spells. It's drinking butterbeer and тыква juice. It's riding brooms and playing Quidditch. It's living the stories we love.
It's hope and love. Eternal glory and surviving день to day. It's the truth of the world. And, perhaps most of all, it's memories.
Potterheads come in different forms, yet there is one thing comon among us all. Ты will always see us with our memories. We might carry pencils as if they were wands. We might sing "Hedwig's Theme." But we have one word in common.
"Always."
It is сказал(-а) that words have a power of their own. This has been proven true many times, most notably in the Latin phrases that make up our Избранное spells. This one word, for all of us around the world, means love, loyalty, and our promise. By this word, we promised to never forget, even when Death comes for us.
So many truths in this world are revealed in the world we love. Such as the power of a mother's Любовь for her son. In Lily's love, Harry found a protection that Voldemort could never counteract. He found the one weapon he could use against Voldemort.
In return, we loved him. We stayed by his side. And we waited. We waited for what was surely coming. The end.
Now the end is upon us. In our hearts, Harry left a small bit of himself. It's not very large, but as long as we remember, it will always remain. That bit of Harry is what makes a Potterhead. And in keeping with the promise we made thirteen years ago, we will always keep the Boy Who Lived alive.
Farewell, Harry Potter. Ты will always live on in us, the Potterheads.
Potterhead isn't just a title, it's a way of life. It's twirling sticks and casting spells. It's drinking butterbeer and тыква juice. It's riding brooms and playing Quidditch. It's living the stories we love.
It's hope and love. Eternal glory and surviving день to day. It's the truth of the world. And, perhaps most of all, it's memories.
Potterheads come in different forms, yet there is one thing comon among us all. Ты will always see us with our memories. We might carry pencils as if they were wands. We might sing "Hedwig's Theme." But we have one word in common.
"Always."
It is сказал(-а) that words have a power of their own. This has been proven true many times, most notably in the Latin phrases that make up our Избранное spells. This one word, for all of us around the world, means love, loyalty, and our promise. By this word, we promised to never forget, even when Death comes for us.
So many truths in this world are revealed in the world we love. Such as the power of a mother's Любовь for her son. In Lily's love, Harry found a protection that Voldemort could never counteract. He found the one weapon he could use against Voldemort.
In return, we loved him. We stayed by his side. And we waited. We waited for what was surely coming. The end.
Now the end is upon us. In our hearts, Harry left a small bit of himself. It's not very large, but as long as we remember, it will always remain. That bit of Harry is what makes a Potterhead. And in keeping with the promise we made thirteen years ago, we will always keep the Boy Who Lived alive.
Farewell, Harry Potter. Ты will always live on in us, the Potterheads.
OK, so, with the holidays and the business of school, I have decided NO party chapter. I won't be able to write it for a while, anyway. So, let me just put it this way:
Over the span of.. let's say 6 weeks, Miranda, Sam and Alexander became better friends, and Sam still had a crush on Alex. Sam was still Друзья with Skye, but, being with the Популярное crowd, was pulled away and restricted from "hanging with the nobobdies."
Soon, Skye's friendship with her became a hatred and a огонь started and now, she hates Sam. So, Sam, Alex and Marie are all on Друзья terms (Alex and Sam.. well, lil' higher) and Skye is frienemies with Sam.
Over the span of.. let's say 6 weeks, Miranda, Sam and Alexander became better friends, and Sam still had a crush on Alex. Sam was still Друзья with Skye, but, being with the Популярное crowd, was pulled away and restricted from "hanging with the nobobdies."
Soon, Skye's friendship with her became a hatred and a огонь started and now, she hates Sam. So, Sam, Alex and Marie are all on Друзья terms (Alex and Sam.. well, lil' higher) and Skye is frienemies with Sam.
Shaped roughly from the rain.
Jagged crevices cut crudely
Not enough patience.
They rudely act out of duty.
Except for the movement that exists here
While the Spheres wait patiently for years
To be tormented from the cemented clouds
However their ever so patient, ever so patient.
Waiting for an ending of the intelligent, ignorant, belligerent.
The battle scarred unknowns secretly wait alone.
For the intricate impatients to lay ruined in lacerations.
Petty conflicts of constant greed, destroying all nations.
So the weather hardened unknowns, wait to be alone.
Jagged crevices cut crudely
Not enough patience.
They rudely act out of duty.
Except for the movement that exists here
While the Spheres wait patiently for years
To be tormented from the cemented clouds
However their ever so patient, ever so patient.
Waiting for an ending of the intelligent, ignorant, belligerent.
The battle scarred unknowns secretly wait alone.
For the intricate impatients to lay ruined in lacerations.
Petty conflicts of constant greed, destroying all nations.
So the weather hardened unknowns, wait to be alone.