So I’m re-reading Philosopher’s Stone and I finally notice something. The night Harry first finds the Mirror of Erised is Christmas night. Rowling wrote it so Harry gets to spend Christmas with his family.
My heart just broke
The sound I maDE WAS NOT HUMAN
*hides good snacks from family members*
I DONT WANT TO WEAR CLOTHES I WANT TO WEAR BLANKETS I HATE SOCIETY
Take it easy sherlock
BUT I’M IN SHOCK
i wonder if there’s an actual heaven and if there’s an actual angel called Castiel up there who’s just like “FOR FUCKS SAKE CAN THESE TEENAGERS STOP CALLING ME”