#the hopping pot

[halfblxxdprinc3]

On The Threshold

who: open where: the hopping pot / diagon alley when: may 2nd, 1982

Those who wore their hearts proudly on their sleeves were considered fools in Severus’ mind. Those who could not control their emotions; were easily provoked; wallowed in painful memories. It made it all the easier to twist and contort the mind. Especially in dark times such as the one Severus found himself smack-dab in the middle, now.  In times where a powerful, dark wizard has a tight grip on many fates. Including his own.

‘I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!’

His own words echoed in his mind, but had to quickly push them out. Severus would not let himself be weak. As if out of a daze, the young man shook his head and memory from his mind and noticed one of his journals open on the table. The page itself, had spinets of sentences; unable to be complete; the whole page rendered incoherent. Gulping, his eyes flickered towards his hot toddy, still being stirred by the spoon he had cast a small spell on, and closed the little book. He only looked up when he felt a presence near him.

[locations-hq]

The Hopping Pot is a bar located in Carkitt Market in the wizarding quarter of London. It is based on the story of The Hopping Pot that was owned by a wizarding family who used it to brew antidotes for muggles. The bar is inspired by those potions, with a giant brewing chamber at the centre of the glasshouse and giant cylinders which store some of the mixtures which are served in globes, birdcages and other interesting ways.

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[elizi--s]

[givemeuniversalcrossovers]

OKAY RANDOM CUTE BOWUIGI THOUGHT

I've seen lots of art of bowser giving Luigi pirahna plant bouquets very dangerous very spicy there bowser considering how nippy those pirahna can be

BUT WHAT IF

Bowser gives Luigi a bouquet/flower plant pot and the pirahnas spring to life absolutely just covering Luigi in kisses just mwamwamwamwamwa because Bowser specially raised/grew/trained them to be non hostile and affectionate which leads to overly affectionate kissy plants and Bowser going "HEY" cause that's HIM boyfriend!! Too many kisses!! Tone it down! You were meant to only make one kissy sound each! Getting very upset with his trained plants because urg too affectionate go away I wanna smooch Luigi now.

So now Luigi owns this affectionate pirhanna plant which is essentially just puppy hardwiring in plant body, they wiggle their leaves vigorously and waggle their whole stems when they see him coming like excitable puppies ready to play and the worst they'll ever so is chew on his fingers sometimes and aw his plant.

[dudja]

He trying to score that green the medical way lol #KeyAndPeele #comedy #jordanpeele #keeganmichaelkey #funny #skit #lol key and peele threads

[foodroplets-drop]

Tried something new called the Big Chicken at Kansas City ✈️ I got the ‘Uncles Jerome’s Nashville Hot’ along with some potato chips I brought from home 😁

tbh…the sandwich was alright 😞

[lesbian-shadow]

My Options And Interpretations of "The Tales Of Beedle The Bard"

"The Wizard And The Hopping Pot" p1

The story: There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours. Rather than reveal the true source of his power, he pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot. From miles around people came to him with their troubles, and the wizard was pleased to give his pot a stir and put things right. This well-beloved wizard lived to a goodly age, then died, leaving all his chattels to his only son. This son was of a very different disposition to his gentle father. Those who could not work magic were, to the son’s mind, worthless, and he had often quarrelled with his father’s habit of dispensing magical aid to their neighbours.

Upon the father’s death, the son found hidden inside the old cooking pot a small package bearing his name. He opened it, hoping for gold, but found instead a soft, thick slipper, much too small to wear, and with no pair. A fragment of parchment within the slipper bore the words “In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it.” The son cursed his father’s age-softened mind,then threw the slipper back into the cauldron, resolving to use it henceforth as a rubbish pail. That very night a peasant woman knocked on the front door. “My granddaughter is afflicted by a crop of warts, sir,” she told him. “Your father used to mix a special poultice in that old cooking pot –” “Begone!” cried the son. “What care I for your brat’s warts?” And he slammed the door in the old woman’s face. At once there came a loud clanging and banging from his kitchen. The wizard lit his wand and opened the door, and there, to his amazement, he saw his father’s old cooking pot; it had sprouted a single foot of brass, and was hopping on the spot, in the middle of the floor, making a fearful noise upon the flagstones. The wizard approached it in wonder, but fell back hurriedly when he saw that the whole of the pot’s surface was covered in warts. “Disgusting object!” he cried, and he tried firstly to Vanish the pot, then to clean it by magic, and finally to force it out of the house. None of his spells worked, however, and he was unable to prevent the pot hopping after him out of the kitchen, and then following him up to bed, clanging and banging loudly on every wooden stair. The wizard could not sleep all night for the banging of the warty old pot by his bedside, and next morning the pot insisted upon hopping after him to the breakfast table. Clang, clang, clang, went the brass-footed pot, and the wizard had not even started his porridge when there came another knock on the door. An old man stood on the doorstep. “’Tis my old donkey, sir,” he explained. “Lost, she is, or stolen, and without her I cannot take my wares to market, and my family will go hungry tonight.” “And I am hungry now!” roared the wizard, and he slammed the door upon the old man. Clang, clang, clang, went the cooking pot’s single brass foot upon the floor, but now its clamour was mixed with the brays of a donkey and human groans of hunger, echoing from the depths of the pot. “Be still. Be silent!” shrieked the wizard, but not all his magical powers could quieten the warty pot, which hopped at his heels all day, braying and groaning and clanging, no matter where he went or what he did. That evening there came a third knock upon the door, and there on the threshold stood a young woman sobbing as though her heart would break. “My baby is grievously ill,” she said. “Won’t you please help us? Your father bade me come if troubled –” But the wizard slammed the door on her. And now the tormenting pot filled to the brim with salt water, and slopped tears all over the floor as it hopped, and brayed, and groaned, and sprouted more warts. Though no more villagers came to seek help at the wizard’s cottage for the rest of the week, the pot kept him informed of their many ills. Within a few days, it was not only braying and groaning and slopping and hopping and sprout- ing warts, it was also choking and retching, crying like a baby, whining like a dog, and spewing out bad cheese and sour milk and a plague of hungry slugs. The wizard could not sleep or eat with the pot beside him, but the pot refused to leave, and he could not silence it or force it to be still. At last the wizard could bear it no more. “Bring me all your problems, all your troubles and your woes!” he screamed, fleeing into the night, with the pot hopping behind him along the road into the village. “Come! Let me cure you, mend you and comfort you! I have my father’s cooking pot, and I shall make you well!” And with the foul pot still bounding along behind him, he ran up the street, casting spells in every direction. Part 2

[memoriicard]

as spring weather approaches and better fresh batches of weed start going around people are gonna feel inclined to blow smoke into the open air. here's a mixtape for that.

spotify • apple • youtube

[puppetmaster55]

in an update to my new year's resolution, yesterday I achieved it

I have deleted the formerly-a-bird-now-a-letter app

[garden-ghoul]

mouse is just sittin there under my desk obliviously chewing on their feet approx. 9 inches away from my toesies. and what am I gonna do about it, huh? scare them? just make em real scared and then they chew their feet loudly from behind my conspiracy stringboard instead?

[pendraegon]

you know how i said weeks ago all i needed was a good fucking party to be normal. well it worked.

[painterofthe-sun]

    { Oh, and re: multi-muse blog... I said this on the rb from another blog I had, but-! Muse relationships won’t be changing unless you’d wish to discuss otherwise!

    So if we’ve done threads where Ammy’s dating your muse? Parent/child relationship? Food-besties? None of that will change! And that goes for all of my muses. }

[coffinyawns]

we interrupt your regular scheduled scrolling to bring you some 90s - early 2000s hip hop you should get stoned to

[acrosstobear]

they can try to copy him all they want but they can’t beat the original (coming from me, a photographer, he has a great sense for composition and lighting, especially for a beginner)

SO TRUE SO TRUE!!!!!!!!! it’s not so much the official copycats (like i think Daniel’s is cute) but it’s moreso the official team accounts who have started using it and referencing it. like it’s Lando’s thing (at most, it’s McLaren’s thing) and the other teams should not be allowed to take advantage of that cause it sounds cool or cause it’s popular now 🙄

[aeide-thea]

impulse-bought a golden-yellow kalanchoe at the grocery store last night bc it was cheery and on sale for extremely cheap and if i'd been it i'd've wanted to be rescued

(we'll see how long it takes for me to kill it lol)

[dirtcola]

Pleased to see that jazz is not very high up on the list of least favorite genres. It's such a fascinating and complex genre that is so often simplified to Kenny Loggins and elevator music that I was expecting more of a negative response. If I had to guess that's because the average person on this website knows nothing about it, but hey that's better than active revulsion!