#goblet of fire

[fafodill]

I just read a really funny theory and you probably already know it but I need to talk about it! So, if all the kids to whom McGonagall was teaching how to dance for the yule ball were Gryffindors, that might mean that the other heads of house are teaching their own students. Can you imagine Snape teaching the Slytherins how to dance? "Put. Your hand. On my waist. Malfoy... Let's get this over with."

I love this theory.

It sounds plausible enough. I mean Flitwick wouldn't be able to do it because of obvious size differences so he might have asked a colleague to do it for him. Severus - if he didn't want to - could have done the same as well. I mean, teaching the students to dance is really not his style or preferred activity to pass the time.

But I do headcanon him as a great dancer.

He may not enjoy dancing per say, but I'm certain that he's been taught well by the Malfoys. Lucius absolutely partnered with him and Severus was so fed up with it after a while because he was babbling too much and struggled to be lead so they switched to Narcissa and it went way smoother.

And Severus is known to glide and move very smoothly. He has a swiftness, an elegance to him, of course he's a great dancer. Just imagine the sheer flair of him twirling with a partner. Magnificent.

But I struggle to get my head around him teaching the students.

Of course it's amazing comedy. But I'm gonna be a bore and say I don't think he did it. Snape is too concerned with the way he's perceived (do I think this could trigger him? yes, but maybe I don't give him enough credit) but he's also extremely impatient. In class he expects his students to perform in a very specific way and doesn't use different teaching methods to accommodate them. They either get it or they don't. So imagine him trying to teach them how to move their bodies or pay attention to a tempo.

Nah, I think he knows himself enough at this point (14 years of teaching) to know he's not good at it, will hate every second of it and will surely make a few of them cry.

BUT he wouldn't want his slytherins to be ridiculed in front of the other Houses. He's proud of them. So if he doesn't ask a colleague, he will maybe ask some of the pureblood students who already know how to dance to demonstrate while he comments. He may partner with a student or two after a while to correct them but that's it.

[harrypotterheretic]

There are some moments in HP that just make me stare at the wall when I think about them and how they relate to JKR - how prescient she was, or at least how she filled her books with the morals she held most dear and when the crunch came she stood up and lived by them for us all to see.

The first is from Goblet of Fire, near the end, when Dumbledore is speaking to the school about Cedric Diggory:

"It is my belief - and never have I hoped so much that I am mistaken - that we are all facing dark and difficult times... Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good and kind and brave because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory."

It's the line about the choice between what is right and what is easy. I think about the few twitter likes she gave and hastily retracted around 2019, her management calling it a "middle aged moment" ... and then her support of Maya Forstater after she lost her case the first time around, followed in 2020 with the tweet about "people who menstruate" asking if there didn't used to be a word for those. And then came her marvellous essay ... and all the death and rape threats that followed.

It would have been so easy for her to stay quiet, to say nothing. But she did what was right instead. And it has cost her immeasurably, but she keeps on going.

I wonder if this line entered her head at all, when she made the decision to speak out. I don't imagine she is as much of a Potter nerd as the people of the internet, but everything she has done for women's rights makes me think of this line, and I can't imagine that it didn't reverberate in her own mind as she made the decision to act. It is such a powerful line, how could it not impact her thinking?

The other moment is the infamous scenes between Harry and Umbridge in The Order of The Phoenix, and particularly the line:

"I must not tell lies"

I think about Harry stating the truth that Voldemort is back, and having the whole weight of the government stand against him, his friends and teachers telling him to keep his head down and not make a fuss, the way he's losing friends and the way Umbridge - who is totally wrong in her belief - is sadistically punishing him for being right and gaslighting him about what he has been through.

And I think about the big lie:

"Trans women are women"

And the fury of the TRAs that she won't just knuckle under and say it. I think of the way they had the police and the press and the politicians on their side, how no one would dare speak the truth - and how JKR stood up and said it anyway, and kept on saying it, amplifying the voices of the brave women who said it before her and giving courage and cover to the ones who came after.

And the threats of violence (and actual violence aimed at women not as well protected as JKR). How many TRAs would love to make JKR write their mantra with a quill dipped in her own blood? (And that is would be the least sadistic and disturbing of their fantasies.)

I think about this forced, top down compliance, this corruption from the government and refusal to face an unpalatable truth written into a children's book in 2003, and of the hero refusing to give in to this pressure because they are wrong and he won't stand by and lie.

And that he is accused of lying anyway.

And I look at where we are now, and how JKR is now living Harry's experience from ootp.

And how glad I am that she is brave enough to do it, and how impressed I am that she truly stands by her own words, even to her own detriment, because the societal cost of lying is greater than the personal cost to herself.

But I wonder if the TRAs can see at all that they are Umbridge? That they are the one perpetuating a lie and (gleefully) punishing those that insist on speaking the truth? That use the might of the establishment to crush the individuals who won't conform to their world view?

Do they know and not care?

Do they know and enjoy it?

Or do they really think they are Harry? That women are the ones with the power and they are the ones speaking truth to that power? Can they really be that deluded?

Either way, JKR wrote the morals and values that she thought were important into her books 30 years ago. She gave those values to her heroes and wrote her villains as the ones trying to stamp them out. And when - years down the line - the dystopia she had written into her fantasy work started to develop parallels in the real world, when women could lose their jobs or get visited by the police for tweeting about biology, and when women faced violence and threats for wanting to meet up to discuss their rights, JKR proved that she remembered the morals from her books, that she still stood by them and that she had the courage to live them out loud, regardless of the cost to herself.

I don't think she knew what was coming down the road when she wrote Harry Potter (how could anyone ever guess that the definition of biological sex would one day be contentious and offensive and unsayable in polite company?) but I'm so glad I can read her books and know that she really does believe and live by the values she has put in them.

That she will not tell lies.

And that she has made the choice between what is right and what is easy.

[scentremini]

gof ron is just so fluffy

LOOK AT HIM he’s like a ruffled cat 💔💔

[digitkame]

“…vVeriTaSerum…”

*spoken in dramatic hissing voice*🌚

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[mermaidinthecity]

Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire: Stills (2005)

[mairon-goth-minion]

Barty, disguised as Moody, seeing Harry and Draco, getting flashbacks from pre-relationship jegulus: oh no. oh nonono. i am not going through this again. FUCK.

[the-colourful-witch]

🌌 Pansy Parkinson at the Yule Ball 🌌 Did someone say PINK? While drawing this, a pink demon possessed me and went crazy. I decided to go slightly crazy with these designs, pushing my limits a little. For most Yule Ball looks, I try to work with the most striking features of the character and create a dress that enhances or complements it. Like the wide necklines for Hermione or the accentuated waist for Lavender. However, when I think of Pansy's character in the books, I feel she's always overcompensating, exaggerating, laughing too loud, and putting herself in people's faces. So, for her dress, I wanted to hide her best features. Make her drown in her dress, in the extravagance of it. She's trying to get noticed and in doing so, makes a bit of a spectacle of herself. I'm extremely curious about your thoughts on this approach :) Feel free to comment on what your favourites are. Also, shoutout to @thatslytherinbitch54 for asking me to hurry up and draw Pansy in her Yule Ball gown already :) (Just teasing, I'm always open to requests, so feel free to make them.)

[james-potters-biggest-fan]

im moving my phone over into my dads old phone so i cant be on it so everything can move over, which meant while I was eating dinner i decided to continue reading Goblet of Fire (bought thru a program that donated to a charity rather than give the money to JKR) and i tried to reach for my phone to tell u guys how sad i was that my favorite couple (Ron and Harry) were fighting

it made me sad that he was like, "at least in 2nd year i still had Ron, now the hate is coming from every direction"

[pottersource]

In honor of Dame Maggie Smith...

[caffeinatedmunchkin]

Gifsets of Severus Snape

{7/?}

[junezsq]

so obvious

harry james potter x fem!reader

summary: hermione has always been smart, but you never would’ve thought she’d so quickly figure out who you have a crush on… or were you just being really obvious?

warnings: none!

word count: 1.2k

a/n: p2 of my short 3 part yule ball series!!! i’m so excited to get to the last part you guys have no idea what’s in store xx

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you had always found peace in the hogwarts library, the steady hum of distant whispers and the comforting scent of old parchment enveloping you. the warmth of the room was a stark contrast to the chilly late autumn evening outside, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the cozy atmosphere as you sat hunched over your history of magic essay.

hermione was beside you, quill flying across her paper, writing faster than you could keep up. you had always admired her dedication to getting everything perfect, but tonight, your mind kept wandering. the yule ball was fast approaching, and while everyone else seemed to be preparing for it, you hadn’t given it much thought. that is, until now.

you glanced up from your parchment for a moment, catching sight of harry at a nearby table with ron. the redheads face was scrunched up in confusion as he scanned through a pile of books, while harry was bent over his own work, furrowing his brow, the mess of his hair falling even more haphazardly into his eyes. you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. it was silly, really, but your heart did a little flip in your chest every time you saw him.

hermione’s quill paused as she sensed your distraction. she glanced up from her essay, a knowing look in her eyes. “you’re thinking about something else, aren’t you?”

you blinked, pulling your thoughts back to your paper. “what? no, I’m not.”

“you’re not fooling me, you know.” she raised an eyebrow at you, clearly not buying your response.

“alright, you got me” you let out a small, nervous laugh, fiddling with your quill. eventually you quickly scribbled something about the goblin rebellions; at least you’d gotten something done. hermione raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it. instead, she focused back on her own work, though the flicker of curiosity in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

after another moment of silence, you decided to break it. “so," you began casually, tapping your quill against the edge of your parchment, "have you got a date for the yule ball yet?"

hermione paused, her quill hovering over her paper as her gaze flickered toward you. you tried to keep your expression neutral, but the question seemed to make your heart race just a little bit faster. you were fully aware that the yule ball was approaching, and with it, all sorts of questions about who would be attending with whom. you had yet to ask anyone, not that you really had the courage to. hermione, however, seemed unusually quiet at the question. you glanced up at her, surprised to see a faint flush on her cheeks.

"well," her voice was soft and unsure. "i’ve been thinking about it…” she sighed, tapping her quill against her paper. “i don’t know. i haven’t decided yet.” she gave you a playful look. “you’d think i’d have someone in mind by now, but…”

you leaned in, eager for any hint of gossip. “but... what?”

she shrugged, her cheeks tinged pink. “it’s just… complicated. i don’t really know what to do about it.”

“complicated how?”

hermione bit her lip, clearly avoiding a direct answer. “it’s nothing,” she muttered. “i’ll figure it out.”

you smirked, not letting her off the hook so easily. “come on, you can’t just leave me hanging like that. who are we talking about? is it someone i know?”

she shifted in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with how much you were pressing her. “i don’t know. maybe it’s not worth thinking about right now,” she said, but you could tell by the way she was avoiding your gaze that she was hiding something.

“well, I’m not going to stop asking until you tell me.”

hermione smirked, shaking her head. "i’m not telling you unless you tell me about your date first."

your smile faltered, and you quickly tried to divert the conversation. "i — i don’t have one yet" you admitted, your heart skipping a beat as you glanced toward harry again, who was now arguing with ron about some part of the essay.

"i bet you do," hermione pressed, her grin widening. "you’ve been eyeing someone for weeks now."

your face went hot, and you scrambled to find words. "i — i’m not eyeing anyone! i’m just—" you stopped yourself before you said something too embarrassing.

"come on. you can tell me. who’s got your attention?" hermione’s eyes sparkled with mischief, her voice soft but teasing.

you opened your mouth, then closed it again, your thoughts a whirlwind. it was harry, of course. he was the one you were always looking at, the one whose smile could make your heart flutter. but you couldn’t just say that out loud, could you? not when it felt like a secret that was yours and yours alone. especially since you were such close friends, and you couldn’t mess that up.

before you could answer, there was a sudden loud noise; harry, having knocked over a stack of books, was frantically trying to gather them up, and you couldn’t help but laugh, "smooth, harry," you muttered, barely holding in your giggles.

hermione giggled, too, and for a moment, the tension of the conversation melted away. "he’s definitely not the most graceful, is he?" she remarked, eyes twinkling with amusement.

"no," you agreed, unable to suppress your grin. "but it’s... part of his charm, i suppose."

hermione smirked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "well, if you’re not going to ask him to the ball, maybe i should."

you froze, staring at her in horror. "what?"

she burst into laughter, and you quickly realized she was just teasing you. still, you couldn’t shake the heat rising to your cheeks. "i’m only joking," hermione said between giggles, "you like him, don’t you?”

you felt your face heat up instantly. “what? no! i mean, maybe — no, i don’t—” you fumbled over your words, flustered beyond belief.

hermione raised both eyebrows, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “oh, you definitely do. it’s so obvious.”

“you’re impossible.”

“you just need to be brave enough to ask him.” hermione shrugged, clearly not letting you off the hook that easily.

your stomach twisted at the thought. "yeah, right. like i could ever do that."

"you never know unless you try."

you shot her a look, shaking your head. "you’re terrible."

“i’m just giving you some friendly advice.” she grinned. “now, let’s get back to this essay. but... if you do decide to ask harry to the ball, I’m happy to help you practice.”

you sighed dramatically, but secretly, a smile tugged at your lips. hermione’s teasing was both comforting and utterly terrifying. but no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the thought of harry — and the yule ball — lingered in your mind.

as the two of you got back to work, the library’s peaceful ambiance returned, but something had shifted. it was no longer just about finishing the essay. it was about what might come next — what might happen at the yule ball. and maybe, just maybe, you’d find the courage to ask harry. but for now, you were content to sit here, with your friends, in the quiet of the library.

and who knew? maybe this year’s yule ball would turn out to be a lot more interesting than you ever imagined.

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[irrevocableloves]

gold rush

cedric diggory x fem!hufflepuff!reader

taylor swift series: part one

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summary: everybody wants him, everybody wonders what it would be like to love him, but he loves you. (inspired by taylor swift’s gold rush!!!)

warnings: lil bit of angst, self-pity, mentions of alcohol, FLUFF <3

words: 1.8k

what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

cedric diggory. the prefect of hufflepuff. the captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team. your best friend. but that was all he was... a friend.

the secret you bore that you had fallen in love with him along the way of your friendship had burned a hole into your heart, believing that deep down that he was never destined to fall for you.

sure, you'd hoped things would slowly work out in your favor. but in your eyes, it didn't seem very likely.

but to (almost) everyone else, his eyes were only on you.

everyone knew from the moment you and cedric were seen running around the halls together on the first day you were both sorted into hufflepuff that the two of you were completely enamored with one another. it could be seen in many other ways throughout the years.

cedric was a gentleman to everyone of course, but to you? he was an absolute angel. the way he'd listen to every word you had to say even if it was the most ridiculous, hold your books for you in between classes, skip his classes and take care of you if you were sick, just the way he looked at you… you swore the glint in his eyes had felt so much different. but you’d also considered that you’ve just gone completely mad…

you noticed his gestures of course, but you thought that was just cedric's nature. he was a hufflepuff wasn't he? well, he was practically the face of hufflepuff. at hogwarts, mostly everyone wasn't 100% of their house, but you were convinced cedric was the only true hufflepuff.

the girls hoarding around cedric never helped, but you never noticed the way he acted around them. uncomfortable. and not so much entertaining them, but more-so feeling guilty for them (and also because he's a a major pushover). 

with the tri-wizard competition and with cedric as a champion, the crowds piled around him. not just girls, but hufflepuffs who wanted to bash around in his glory.

you missed him. you didn't even want him to put his name in the stupid goblet to begin with, but you couldn’t bare the look of disappointment on his face when you didn’t approve of it. he thought the world of you. he wanted to do this for you, to prove that he could finally make the house you shared worthy of the limelight, to make him worth of you…. but you didn’t know that yet.

but now, every chance you had to spend with him was always ruined by the crowds stealing him away. everyday for a week since then he’d been pulled away from you. his usual spot next to you in the great hall remained empty and no one else had come to claim it, your friends knowing it was his spot. well other people tried… like when ernie didn’t make it time to be cedric’s little side-kick, he’d try to squeeze himself in beside you, but everyone hollered him off when you didn’t have the heart to.

you’d seen cedric make the effort. every single time he did, but he would be pulled away by his growing posse. sometimes you’d just wish you were able to scream, yell, or even simply ask him to stay loud enough to be heard over the boys and their banter, but alas, it never worked in your favor. you also wished that he would tell his friends that he wanted to stay back and just have at least one second with you. just one conversation. but every time he managed to get out a word of retort, his cheeks had gone so red and his voice in a fit of stutters that he’d just let his growing group lead him elsewhere.

you noticed the girls. of course you did. how could you not?

it’s not like girls had never craved the attention of cedric diggory, but after his name shot out of goblet of fire, it’d almost been too much for you.

the girls, especially those from beauxbatons, stared and erupted giggles every time he’d passed by and sent glares at you whenever he’d try and stop to talk to you, but those were always quickly interrupted by his herd of new friends. even anthony, his bestest friend, had grown tired of the crowds and relinquished back to his normal spot the great hall, matching your sighs whenever you’d hear the crowd boast over him.

one night, when you had just managed to finish hours worth of work on a history of magic paper, once you were satisfied, you let yourself bury into the covers of your bed. it was a friday night and there was a party in the hufflepuff common room to celebrate cedric once again, but you were exhausted. you’d purposefully planned to be cooped up in your room all night while the rest of your school mates partied away. no one would miss me surely.

knock knock.

you were tempted to just lay there, pretend you were asleep in hopes they would leave you to your solitude, but the fits of knocks didn’t stop and they soon turned to mutters that would make your heart almost stop completely.

“y/n? y/n/n? you awake?” cedric. even in his slightly drunken state, he was soft-spoken, only gently knocking and whispering in case you hadn’t been awake.

any other time, you would’ve gotten up immediately. but after this week, you were hesitant. it wasn’t his fault. really, it wasn’t. you couldn’t help the built up insecurities and the fact that cedric didn’t have time for you anymore. he always did before, but this time, there was just too much in the way, too many people watching his every move and wanting every bit of attention just as you did.

just as you were sure he’d left, you heard a soft huff and an odd noise hitting your door.

when you finally made your way to open the door, you slid it open gently, seeing cedric leaning up against it, sliding alongside it while you cracked it open.

you gasped at the site, grabbing cedric’s hand with the two of yours and hauling him up. “ced?” you grunted, struggling as you pulled him. “why are you here?”

“wanted to see you.” his cheeks were flushed red. he’d been drinking. not quite a lot. you knew when he’d gotten to his breaking point. right now, he’d only had a couple shots in fire whiskey him, otherwise he would’ve been completely knocked out and unintelligible. “why didn’t you come down?”

his speech was hardly slurred, he just seemed really tired.

“um…” the paper excuse sounded lame. were you really holing yourself up in your dorm all because a boy hadn’t given you his undivided attention? that excuse would never hear the light of day, but even then, you knew it was pathetic. “was tired…” now that was even more pathetic.

you sat over on your four poster bed and he followed in suit, but instead of sitting, he fiddled with the curtains, as if he’d seemed more interested in the velvet fabric than you. no. he was distracting himself. he was just as nervous as you were.

your eyes went to his, then to your twiddling hands. a moment of silence had aired throughout your dorm. then you felt a dip on your bed.

“y/n/n ‘m sorry.” you looked up, his cheeks reaching even deeper level of pink. once your eyes met his, he was a stuttering mess. “it’s just—the tournament. i-i know you didn’t want me doing it and-and i don’t know i didn’t think i’d really get picked you know? then…” he made an explosion sound with his mouth and you struggled not to stifle up a giggle. you loved when he was so nervous that he just rambled on to no end and you didn’t dare to stop him just yet.

he continued on, “and i just got caught up in it? like i’d won a quidditch match, but times a hundred. maybe a thousand? and-and i didn’t want to disappoint anyone… even if the crowds are a lot. overwhelms me a bit… just wanted to hang out with you.” you looked up at him, debating whether to speak up yet. you didn’t.

“merlin, i feel horrible…” he got up from your bed and started pacing around your room. “you didn’t even want me to put my name in that cup to begin with, but my dad… he’d sounded so proud in his letter when i told him about it. i couldn’t let him down. but then you… i shouldn’t have put in.”

he continued on, “i just thought… that perhaps… i could make your proud. you always talk about how hufflepuff gets no recognition.”

me? but why?

“and i know that you didn’t even want me entering the stupid thing in the first place… but i didn’t wanna let you down.” he huffed, finally sitting back down, his fingers still fidgeting.

“you could never do that.” you simply said. it was true. there was nothing he could do that would ever disappoint you. it was quite infuriating.

“i feel like i-i already have.” that’s when you placed your hand on his, grasping his fingers to stop his nerves.

“it’s not your fault.” it really wasn’t. but you struggled to find the words as to why as you found as fingers playing with your own.

“it is. the crowds… i wanted to tell them to shove off, but i just didn’t wanna let anyone down. it’s stupid…” one of his hands found its way to his hair, tending to one of his nasty habits. once he nervously pulled at his hair and squinted his eyes shut, you finally found the words.

“it’s my fault too.” you said, he shook his head in defense. “no. i mean… i know how overwhelmed you get and i feel terrible for not realizing that soon enough. look at you! you’re a mess and i-i wish i could’ve been there. but the crowd and the people and i just-i just thought..” you felt even embarrassed to say it out loud. “you didn’t need me anymore.” you finally let out.

you could feel his eyes on you. that’s when he used his other hand to lift up your chin, bringing your wandering eyes up to his.

“i’ll always need you. look at where i’m at without you.” he chuckled, his cheeks flushing an even brighter red.

“yeah… drunk and crawling up the girl’s dormitory stairs.” you giggled. “how’d you even manage the counter-spell?”

his eyebrows furrowed, a look of confusion on his face. “i don’t quite remember…?”

“you’re not even that drunk!”

“and how do you know that?” he challenged.

“well, first of all, you managed to make it all the way up here. and second, you’re not completely incoherent.”

“yeah…” he admitted. “party’s no fun without you. i’d much rather stay here with you.” your cheeks reddened.

“well, then stay. i’ll make you a tea.” you were surprised you didn’t make a complete mess of your words.

you swiftly got up off your bed, grabbing a mug from your shelf and then a kettle, using aguamenti and then a simple water-heating charm afterwards.

“chamomile and honey?”

a/n: anyone up for a part two???? he was a lil drunk so i didn’t feel comfortable about any confessions and kissing </3 BUT I DO HAVE IDEAS FOR MORE SOOO !!!

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Karkaroff pulling his ultimate move and T-posing Snape into a corner after he’s had enough of Snape avoiding him during the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

[mermaidinthecity]

Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire: Stills (2005)

[isla-kady-blackwood]

do you think harry and ron faced gay allegations after the second task

[landonmikaelson]

insp.