#*charli voice* It's so confusing sometimes to be a (math student)

[chickenisamazing]

Honestly have you ever heard of anything scarier than an open book, open note exam where you're actually allowed to use the internet and AI? That's absolutely insane

[thebirdandhersong]

a list of favourite encounters with people I’m unlikely to ever meet again

just a list of interesting people I’ve met/been friends with :) I was thinking of a few of them today and thought it probably would be interesting to write them down.

I had a friend in our children’s choir called Elise(?) who had silky blonde hair, very cool glasses (can’t remember the shape or colour but I remember thinking they were cool), and who smelled very distinctly like grape juice. We smiled at each other during rehearsal once (we were both new!), sidled up to each other, and she asked me if I wanted a Starburst. I said yes please. Instant friends. Never saw her again :(

brisk, stressed-looking lady at our favourite noodle shop; ALWAYS looked stressed so my dad always made a point of telling her that the food was very good

one of my church’s youth leaders (who moved away a long time ago). He was one of the few people who took me seriously in middle school, and actually talked to me about books. He had the cutest little girl with the curliest brown hair, and would often raise his eyebrows wryly when people commented on his bald head. I remember asking him about The Girl Who Could Fly and whether or not The Golden Compass was worth reading, and he answered my questions very seriously.

another one of my former youth leaders, this twenty-something German student called Linnea. I thought she was one of the prettiest people I’d seen. She was very friendly, very outspoken, and talked to me about choosing to follow Jesus one youth night. I really liked her, and I also really liked that she told us we could talk to her about anything. She left before I had the bravery to open my mouth, though.

I had a childhood friend called Lucy and we shared a secret hideout. It was very exciting. Once she came over to give me this gigantic rock that had a plant growing in a little hole. She moved away before I could say goodbye, and before I moved out of that neighbourhood, I used to drop by our secret hideout to make sure it was still there.

speaking of childhood friends: one was called Lisa. She had gorgeous black hair (very long) and always came to church in the prettiest dresses. She was very good at art and once showed us tiny flowers she’d sculpted out of clay. She could speak fluent Chinese (she was part of the Chinese service) and I really liked her. Unfortunately when I last visited my hometown, she didn’t remember me at all. It was a very awkward conversation.

my third grade teacher was the BEST. She was a comfortable looking woman with black hair and blue eyes, and reminded me of both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde. We had mandatory knitting hour every day and went for runs in the forest every week. She had a little wooden book cabinet with glass doors, and I would borrow books from them every once in a while. She chose Because of Winn-Dixie and The Tale of Despereaux for our novel study unit, and read both of them out loud to us. (She read the whole of Winn-Dixie in a very convincing Southern accent.) Every single one of us had our own set of knitting needles, ball of yarn, and knitting bag (she and another elementary school teacher made knitting bags with drawstrings for each and every one of us). She was the only teacher I had in that school who could calm down the restless kids, and who showed the ADHD/ADD kids compassion. When she gave you That Look you knew you had to settle down and behave. I went to visit her many years ago and found out that she’d gone in for chemotherapy - I heard later on that she’d fully recovered. I hope she’s doing well.

my fourth grade teacher (part 1). I can’t remember his name, but I remember he was VERY tall, Caucasian, and wore a sweater and a name tag on his first day. The first thing he did with us was sit down on a desk and ask us our name and something interesting about ourselves. I told him that I really liked books. He asked me which ones. I said Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Narnia. He asked me about my opinion on other Roald Dahl books. He listened to ALL of us very intently, and we warmed up to him very quickly. At the end of our introductions he went around and repeated all our names and our interesting facts. I had never felt so understood before.

my fourth grade teacher (part 2). The first one switched schools after one or two weeks, and we had Miss Payson come in. She was also comfortable-looking, with short brown hair and purple glasses. She had a purple knitted hedgehog, and spoke very kindly to all of us. We had a mandatory creative writing session every week, where we would go to the computer lab and type for around an hour. I asked her permission once to write a story about her hedgehog, and she said yes. (I was VERY happy for the rest of the day.)

my fifth grade teacher (part 1). The first was an Italian lady with black hair to her shoulders and a matter-of-fact approach. The restless kids who liked to talk back got her riled up on several occasions, but most of the time she was very calm and practical. She taught us to write comparison essays (I did one on wild vs. farmed salmon and it was a horrible essay.) She told us she was going to get married in the summer. Are you going to invite us? asked one of the boys. No, she said, and laughed. Once, a boy in my class took Jesus’s name in vain (she told us right off the bat that she was Catholic) and a steely look entered in her eye. She told him very quietly that she didn’t want to hear any such language in class, and he apologised to her immediately, rather chastened. I did some creative writing with her, and she was the first teacher to tell me that she looked forward to seeing my name on a bookstore shelf one day. I will never forget that.

my fifth grade teacher (part 2). The second was a lady from Ghana who had two children she loved telling us about, and had a very bubbly and passionate personality. She read to us in class, was VERY good at math, and often directed a certain look at us I now call an ironic glance. 

this wisp of a girl with long brown hair and a slight nervous look called Valentina. She always looked nervous and a little unhappy, and I never got the chance to ask her why.

a friend from middle school with short red hair (very wild! very beautiful!) and freckles. We were both into The Hobbit when it came out, and collaborated on a novel for NaNoWriMo in 2013(?). It was a bit messy and we never really finished it, but I remember how insistent she was that we help the main character realise that the world was still a beautiful place. (I loved her for that.)

my old band teacher in elementary school, back when I could actually play clarinet. He was British, wore the same black earrings every class, was very tall, very thin, and very kind. He never once yelled at us for playing badly, or for getting distracted. Band was so much fun with him. I can’t tell you how many times we practiced King Arthur’s March, but I can tell you that it was a LOT.

someone I saw when I got off the train one day. I was on the way home, the train doors opened, and I saw the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen. I don’t remember his face at all (I don’t recall any other features of his) but I do remember that it was late afternoon, and the sun struck his brown eyes. I could see the gold in them. It was an enchanting experience.

a whole GROUP of people I dearly wanted to be friends with: this boy who I thought must be some sort of fairy: rectangular wire glasses, very floppy dirty blond hair, angelic smile, insisted on wearing a pageboy cap and clunky boots, played violin like it was as natural to him as breathing. He was a very friendly person. His sister, who also had short hair and glasses - the kind of person whose enthusiasm is contagious. (When she talks to you, you can’t help but smile.) Also another of his possible relatives (I don’t know... they were both blonde, tall, and had similar hair): this slender, elf-like girl with a pixie cut who had black combat boots, and an endless supply of flannel shirts and dangly earrings. She was into Lord of the Rings and Doctor Who (I was always at the edge of my seat, wishing I could chime in with an “I love them too!” but I was never quite brave enough). Another girl was always dressed in black (with matching purple lipstick and ALSO black combat boots), and talked about the books she liked and didn’t like (Brave New World wasn’t worth reading, she said one day). A younger girl with bouncy blonde hair and these GORGEOUS blue-green eyes. I didn’t know that people’s eyes could actually sparkle until I saw her. She was the life of the party, and was incredibly charming because she didn’t seem to be aware at all how charming she was. OH and a girl who looked like she’d walked right out of the 1940s: red lipstick, curly ginger hair, beauty mark, with an incredible singing voice. She was in love with La La Land and Phantom of the Opera (very valid) and was the darling of the group (you could definitely tell why: she was well-spoken, bright-eyed, generous). And a very tall, very quiet boy with dark curly hair who was very talented at any kind of art. Very fluent in French (French was part of the vernacular in this friend group... they sometimes slipped in and out of it and I would just sit and smile, somewhat confused). Also very kind. I remember he once asked to look at my sketchbook (I was vibrating with nervousness the whole time. You know when you’re in middle school, and want validation SO much? Or maybe that was just my social anxiety) and when he finally handed it back, he said something nice and smiled. I instantly felt more at ease. He was also a friendly person, the kind of person you could sit with for a long time in silent companionship. Also very, very kind - and more of an action person than a talking person.

[futurewriter2000]

hi! i love your ships so much and i was wondering if i could get a golden trio and marauder’s ship please? i’m a hufflepuff, i have blue eyes, brown hair, i wear big roundish glasses with blue frames, and i’m 4’10. i’m very passionate about musicals and i’ll love anyone who listens to me talk about them. i’m smart, but i’m awful at tests and studying, i’m kind of awkward but not really shy, and i’ll jump right into a conversation with anyone about just about anything but i hate pleasantries.

I ship you with George Weasley

George had a crush on you since the day you accidentally bumped you with your trolley. He didn’t know it at first, but he definetly liked you since then. The way you were just sitting on the ground, your blue eyes staring at him with shock and waiting for some explanation why did he bump you with his trolley. He really didn’t know how to start, because as you can see, he was love -struuuck. He thought you might start yelling at him, but you just burst out of laughing. He then later joined you until Fred and Charlie came from behind. “What happened?” asked Fred. “I accidentally bumped into her with my trolley” answered George. “ And you still havent helped her get up?” asked Charlie, while he helped you get up.

He never got your name so he was searching every compartment just to talk to you. “ Oi, George. This one is empty. Let’s go in here.” -”It probably stinks like feet in there. Let’s move on.” 

He never got you out of his head. He was stuck with a picture of you laughing on the ground. Your laugh was just the most beautiful thing he ever heard. He wanted to know who you were but not Fred, Percy nor Charlie really knew who you were.

He was annoyed not knowing who you were until you opened their compartment. “ Have any of you-oh!” you said as your realized it was the boy who knocked you on the ground. A smile appeared on your lips and tried to focus back on your task, but it was hard with him watching you. You never knew which one was which, but now you suddenly had a feeling you knew excatly whic one is George and which one is Fred. “Hello there guy, who has knocked me down with his trolley, and his brothers. I was just looking for my friends cat. She is grey, scruffy, old and very grumpy.” George wanted to say something but nothing could escape his mouth. (you can say a cat got his tounge ;) )”My brother is deeply sorry for being such a clumbsy git and no, we haven’t seen Kiwi.” replied Fred. “I think your brother can appologise to me himself. And I never told you her name was Kiwi.” - “You didn’t? Shoot. Must have been the cat I kicked out of the train because it was attacking me.” replied Fred, making you laugh again. And there it was again. Your laugh that made George’s eyes sparkle.

There was a problem though. Instead of George, you fell for Fred. It wasn‘t like this big crush, just like you weren’t this big crush for George. He still dated other girls, while he checked you out when you passed by or flirt with you whenever he got the chance. And you. The main reason you flirted back with George was only to make Fred jealous. I mean, yes they are identical but Fred made your heart just melt with his voice. 

Love triangle: George —> You —> Fred —-> other girls, hich probably like Fred back or have a massive crush on his brother George.

In your final year you had Transfiguration with the twins and when proffesor McGonngal said the project George hoped to be with you, you with Fred, Fred with Angelina and Angelina with George. You were paired with Lee, while George with Angelina and Fred with your friend. You were so jealous of your friend, seeing them laugh and talk about her cat. It just made you angry, but then George saw you and switched himself with Lee (because he’s George and he can) He hated seeing you falling for his brother, but the two of you simply went along just fine. You forgot about Fred and the two of you were terrific together.

Since your project you and George have been hanging a lot together. You sat down next to him at the Gryffindor table to discuss your “project” but honestly the two of you talked about everything. Literally everything. He made you laugh and embarassed at the same time. Sometimes the two of you would be in the library “studying” (actually just pretending to study) and he would steal your attention every time he could. “Okay. We need to concetrate on this.”  you tried to be serius. “Then concentrate.” -”I can’t if you keep staring at me and tickle me.” you laughed. -”Then don’t study.” -”I have to study. “ -”Oh come on. Go with me to Honeydukes. We can buy sweets and then get back to… what are we supposed to study?” - “Potions and how are we going to get to Honeydukes?” -”You’ll have to trust me on thaat one. So are you in?” -”Well…I’m probably going to do bad on this test anyway so why not.”

That day he took you to Honeydukes and the two of you ate so much sugar, that you could run a marathon. He always put his arm on your shoulder while the two of you were waiting for Butterbeers or just during the walk, and that pissed you off. “I am not your armrest Weasley.” -”But you’re just so tiny.” he’d tease you. “That’s probably why I haven’t seen you with my trolley.” -”Which I still am waiting for your appology.” 

At the end of the day the two of you would probably end up in a snow fight. Having your hight was probably a privlige when it came to these things, because you could hide anywhere. “Who’s tiny now!!” you would yell, throwing another snowbally at his face.

When you mentioned him musicals, which you loved, he would just be there,listening and watching how your eyes glow when you mention it. “When I saw West side story I was crying so much. But I was also so pissed because they fucking murdered Bernardo and Tony. Just…tossers.” or “Did you watch the Newsies. Freaking amazing..” and you would just continue with your fangirling over every character in your favorite musical. “Should I be jealous of this (your favorite character in a musicle)?” -”Why would you be jealous?” “For a smart person you are utterly clueless.” he said before wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you closer and kissin you passionatelly. 

Since the kiss you were really awkward around him. You didn’t know what to say or to do. Do you say hi or do you kiss him? Are you friends or are you together? George, knowing you for the past few years, knew how utterly confused you were, but he wanted the two of you together and he made damn sure that you were. 

Everytime he saw you he would run to you, wrapping his arms around you, lift you up and twirl you around, before placing you back on the ground and greeting you with a kiss. It was just adorable and everybody loved the two of you together.

You would cheer for him at the Quidditch games and embarass him. Not because you wanted to ( I mean you did) but it was just something you could control. Example: Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff. “DAMMIT ANTHONY HIT THAT BLUDGER TO THE WEASLEYS LIKE A MAN! KICK THEM DEAD! “ George would look at you and laugh. “Sorry babe! You got this!” and then again “GOD DAMMIT ANTHONY! PROTECT CEDRIC FOR GOD’S SAKE! “

And after the match. “I can’t believe we WON!” -” Yeah. it was probably because of that brunnete who was threatning Anthony, that if he doesn’t hit the bludger towards us, she is going to take that bat and hit him with it.” - “To be honest I was supporting you too.” - “ Yeah, that’s why the Bludger knocked Fred off his broom.” -”I said I was sorry.”

Snogging in the library, empty classrooms, cmmon room, dorms, broom closets, Filch’s Office….just a lot of snogging everywhere.

You would help them run their shop and be their test subject. “Something is not right…” -”OH YOU THINK! IT TURNED HER INTO A GUINEA PIG! panicked George. And after transforming you back: “Oh thank god you’re okay.” - “That was so strange.” you said as you only remembered just a flash of something, before seeing George again. “So you are not mad at us for turning youu into a guinea pig?” -”YOU TURNED ME INTO A PIG!” “We turned you into a GUINEA pig.” said Fred. -”And the most cutest one.” continued George, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Cuddles….so much cuddles that included tickling and pillow fights (Because George) 

Long night talks with him about everything. Sometimes when you couldn’t sleep you would just wake him up. “George.” you whispered, getting a some muttering in return. “George?” -”What?” -”Do you think young McGonngal ever sneaks on students as an animagnus and listens to them talking about her?” -”Love. It’s three in the morning.” -”I know but..” -“Shh..” and after a moment of silence. “I mean probably she did..” he would add. “Right! I hope she didn’t hear me curse when I got my test back.”

For the Marauders I ship you with Remus Lupin (Its midnight and I’m so exhausted)

Remus had been your classmate for six  years, yet the two of you never talked. EVER! Untill he was assigned for you as your tutor in Potions. Honestly, Chemistry wasn’t your strong suit (or is it..idk), and Potions was like chemistry + math+ magic= you confused as hell

Remus was a Prefect and you expected him to be the most obeying, good, smart,  and well- respected student. Yeah, he was all those things, but he also wasn’t. At least not when the teachers weren’t around. “Psssd…psss.” whispered someone from behind the boolshelves as the two of you were studying in the library. “What do you want Prongs?” - “Padfoot and Wormtail got stuck again.” -”Again? How?” -”Not important. Will you come?” -”Can’t. I’m tutoring.” -”I can help you.” you spoke up and turned to see Potter leaning on th shelf. They were both surprised by that. “What about-?” -”We can move it on tomorrow.” 

When you walked into the Forbidden Forest you saw two boys hanging down from a tree. “You brought a girl!” yelled Sirius. “She can help!” yelled Potter. “No offense, but I saw your tests, so I think we are doomed.” Alarte Ascendare!” you yelled, pointing your wand to them. They jumped high in the air and started falling down. “Arresto momentum!” you yelled again and they slowly came back to the ground. 

Impressed, everybody stared at you. You turned around and walked away, leaving them all shook.

Next day, the four Marauders join you during breakfast. “How did you do that?” asked James. “Do what?” -”The arresto something.” -”Maybe you should open a book once in your life and see. Anyway, where is my thank you.” “ Thank you but in which book?” Suddenly you felt someone tounch you on the shoulders. “Sorry mates, but we have tutoring lessons to go to.” said Remus, pulling you away. “I thought you needed a saviour.” -”I did. Thank you.” you smiled and the two of you walked to the library.

Except you two didn’t go to the library. “The library is that way.” - “I know. But we are not going to the library.” 

The two of you walked out on the sunny day and he took you to a long walk around the lake. The two of you talked and talked, and you didn’t even notice, the two of you already went the lake three times. Talking with Remus and hearing his stories was something you didn’t expect from him. “You did what!” -”We were hungry at the time. It was our only way.” .”Yoz could have just gone to the  Gringots and get the money.” -”That was a smart thing to do. But with the arseholes like us, that wasn’t an option.”

The both of you loved musicals and he was really secretive about it. His mom always took him to theater when he was younger and he loved every single show. The two of you would later go to the theater together and you would be so excited, jumping up and down impatiantely to see the show.It was your first date. He took you to see Grease and even though you watched it a hundred times (at least I think you did) you were always so excited to see it being live performed by new actors. 

He didn’t even watch the show. He watched you geting happy and angry at the scenes and you were so adorable. Your glasses falling down your nose and pushing them back up was just the cutest thing. He liked you, he really liked you and even though he was afraid, he made the first move and kissed you as you were babbling about the ending of the musicle. Shutting you up with a messy kiss, that turned out to be one of the most perfect first kisses. 

During dating him, you would steal his chocolate all the time. “Look who I found!” beamed Sirius with you behind him. “So this is how the Marauders room looks like. Kind of dissapointed.” you said looking around. -”What are you doing here?” asked Remus, coming over and giving you a kiss. “Can’t I visit my boyfriend and his friends?“ -“You’re here for the chocolate aren’t you…”

Soon you would start getting suspicious about him going out every month and not returning or coming to class for a few days. Being sick for days and coming back with fresh scratches wasn’t anything normal. You would confront him about it but he would just get scared and run off. He would avoid you for weeks untill you finally had enough and grabbed him by the collar and pushing him in the empty classroom. “Remus Lupin!You tell me now the truth or I Will walk out this classroom single.” and he would tell you. Because no matter how afraid he was telling you, he was even more afraid losing you. 

I think you would panic at first but after few days you would be back to your loving self. 

You would help him get through his transformation but worry about him every single time. “At least now you know how every girl in the world feels, bleedig for 24/7.” -”You are the weirdest person in the world. Good thing I am crazy in love with you.”

Woah. I finally finished this..it took me so long…anyways THANK YOU LOVE SO MUCH <33 I really love you love my ships and I hope you like this one too. I’m sorry before, my computer froze and I had to post it or I would lost everything. Also I’m sorry if it took me this long.