what if people’s hair changed color based on their emotions
like one day you’re out getting a cup of coffee and you notice some cutie in the back of the coffeeshop and your hair starts turning bright pink and you do you best to try to hide it but you can’t help but look over and
they’re just sitting there, staring at you, their face as flushed as their locks
He’s cute. He’s tall.
He’s got gorgeous eyes.
And a stunning smile.
I didn’t say a name, but he
popped into your head,
I think that Minerva McGonagall was fully aware that the marauders were trying to become animagi and she may or may not have carefully placed some useful reference books, some of which may or may not have been her own personal copies, in the library where she knew they would find them.
my weakness for tall boys with dark hair is uncontrollable