the magic begins [25/30] » Favorite class - Potions
“I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…”
![the magic begins [9/30] » A character you feel the need to defend - Draco Malfoy
“I don’t need your help! Don’t you understand? I have to do this! I have to kill you… or he’s gonna kill me!”](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdnlhp7dpL1qevwzgo1_500.jpg)
the magic begins [9/30] » A character you feel the need to defend - Draco Malfoy
“I don’t need your help! Don’t you understand? I have to do this! I have to kill you… or he’s gonna kill me!”
the magic begins [13/30] » Favorite Wizarding Family - The Malfoys
”It is often said of the Malfoy family that you will never find one at the scene of the crime, though their fingerprints might be all over the guilty wand.”
![the magic begins [20/30] » Favorite Professor - Minerva McGonagall A tall, black-haired witch in emerald green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry’s first thought was that this was not someone to cross.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8g3iatuAH1qevwzgo1_r1_500.jpg)
the magic begins [20/30] » Favorite Professor - Minerva McGonagall
A tall, black-haired witch in emerald green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry’s first thought was that this was not someone to cross.
the magic begins [5/30] » My house - Ravenclaw
Or yet in wise, old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.
the magic begins [4/30] » Favorite ship - Fred and Hermione
“Want a jam tart, Hermione?”
Hermione looked doubtfully at the plate he was offering her. Fred grinned.
“It’s all right,” he said. “I haven’t done anything to them. It’s the custard creams you’ve got to watch –”
the magic begins [1/30] » Favorite character(s) - Fred and George Weasley
“Fred, you next,” the plump woman said.
“I’m not Fred, I’m George,” said the boy. “Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George?”
“Sorry, George, dear.”
“Only joking, I am Fred,” said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone – but how had he done it?