a-dailyprophet:

#ThrowbackThursday: 14 September 2001

HERMIONE GRANGER: ALL IN A NAME?

Not a fortnight ago, the wizarding community awoke to the news that Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, friends and accomplices of Harry Potter in the defeat of Voldemort, had exchanged wedding vows in a ceremony celebrated a week earlier than it had leaked. The ingenious move was nothing short of what you would expect from high-achiever Granger and Weasley, who previous to leaving the Ministry last year had a successful spell as a Strategist Auror, and so this momentous event went unnoticed by the press.

The couple kept a low-key profile after returning from their honeymoon—until yesterday, when Granger sparked controversy once again. The 21-year-old, member of the Dept. for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, was attending the passing of her contentious bill renaming and repurposing the “Office for the Relocation of House Elves” to the “Office for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare”, when she told the Minister’s Junior Assistant that she still went by Granger, not Weasley, if he could kindly correct it on the records. Many of the people present at the time stared at her in frank disbelief. Has Granger and Weasley’s marriage gone to the dogs already? Why does she not want to be associated with that name?

The pair, notorious for avoiding the press as much as their associates, Potter and Ginevra Weasley, was approached during a romantic stroll through Hogsmeade that same evening, surely celebrating Granger’s triumph. When asked about the curious decision and whether it meant his wife was not as committed as he was to their recent union, Weasley said, ‘She kept her name because she did, grow the b*** f*** up.’ He then apologised to his wife as they continued walking, but reporters were still presented with a rude hand gesture behind Granger’s back.

Upon closing this number, we received a statement issued by Granger herself to clear up any misunderstandings. The unadulterated letter is disclosed to our readers, with Granger’s permission, below:

‘After much consideration as to why I should explain something that pertains to my private life, I have decided to do so nonetheless in the hope that it would prevent certain individuals from accosting myself and my husband as we move about our daily life.

I am aware that the wizarding community is one with long-withstanding traditions. Some of them are, in my opinion, harmful traditions that we should aim to change in order to build a more equal society for all magical beings. Other customs pose less relevance, and it should make no difference whether we follow them or not—however, difference they make, for when you decide not to adopt them, you find yourself and your loved ones subject of slandering.

My decision not to change my last name to that of my husband’s has nothing to do with any of the reasons assigned to it. I feel nothing but love, respect, and gratitude towards the family who has always welcomed me into their house and that I am now an official member of. My feelings towards my husband are for him alone to know, although I believe having chosen him to bond my life with should speak volumes about their nature.

I have kept the name “Granger” because that has always been my name, and I am mine before anyone else’s. I have kept the name “Granger” because it is part of my identity, and I do not believe giving up part of one’s self is a requisite for getting married. I have kept the name “Granger” because I can be Hermione Weasley… while still being Hermione Granger.

That said, I have no qualms about being referred to as “Hermione Weasley” in other circles of my life, and this bears no negative judgement on my part towards women who choose to take their partner’s name.

The people who know me and, most importantly, my husband—the only person besides myself whose opinion on the matter counts—understand this decision. I honestly do not care much for the sentiments of the rest of the wizarding community on my life choices and believe they ought to preoccupy themselves with things of actual relevance.

Best regards,
Hermione Granger Weasley’

We can conclude from this that Granger and Weasley’s relationship is stronger than ever, and here at the Daily Prophet, we once again wish them happiness in this new stage of their lives.

[Pictured above: A leaked picture of the couple at their wedding.]

addickted-to-speight:

the-german-russian-skinwalker:

invisiblebutreallyreal:

punkleiaskywalker:

stevonnie-against-mdlb:

dorcasmeadoews:

accio-shitpost:

the fact that your patronus can be a person is really creepy to me

like imagine ron seeing hermione cast a patronus and his freckly spectral face is grinning at him from across the room? i would freak the fuck out

I am just imagining some American transfer student goes go Hogwarts, does the charm, and out pops Obama. Just full out President Obama.

Reblog if your patronus is President Obama.

“thanks obama” i say as i high five my patronus after he protects me from dementors

dementors: exist

patronus obama:

My patronus is Karl Marx with a gun

If one’s patronus could be a person, mine would be Richard Speight Jr as Gabriel/Loki

It would not surprise me in the slightest if Ron and Hermione became each-other’s patronus.

weasleyismyking540:

harrypotterconfessions:

I like the idea that whenever Harry is having relationship troubles with Ginny, he goes to Luna for advice/comfort instead of Hermione. Hermione can be emotional and overwhelming at times, and after offering Harry a sense of grounding and peace from OotP on, I believe that Harry would turn to Luna.

This is everything.

While there isnt anything wrong with being emotional, she does allow hers to take focus off what needs to be accomplished. Not to mention she wasn’t all that great with relationships either, so she wouldnt have been the one to turn to for advice in that department.

Luna, on the other hand, is the calming spirit that Harry would have needed. She is also someone that offers really good perspective and insight on things. She also had a way of reaching Harry, even when he was frustrated. So she would have been perfect to go to.

I love this idea!

pynki:

hillnerd:

You know what book series would be a great movie or mini series or even series?

Harry Potter!

 I’m super surprised those books haven’t been made into a movie or something. Like, someone get on that! 

OMG YES! 

I LOVE those books! It’s crazy no one’s done it yet!  In my lifetime please!

I know! It’s so weird, right!

onyxheartache:

I am relatively young but in final stage renal failure. I have a higher chance of survival IF I can recieve proper medical care AND LIVING ASSISTANCE in a different state. Get me OUT of Mississippi. 8/29/18

The long post w the good explanation is being shared but not inspiring much help. So, I simplified it.

My illness is straight up fatal. Not gonna beat around thatBush, anymore. I seem desperate for help because I AM desperate for help.

My nephrologist has seen enough improvement in my kidney function, lately, to believe someone my age (early 30s) might have a longer life WITH PROPER AND FREQUENT MEDICAL ATTENTION. Sadly, that just isn’t an option where I live.

Please, if you can help me with moving expenses (even just a couple of bucks) I would be grateful. I’m sinking fast in Mississippi and now my doctors are giving me too much hope to ignore. I wanna get out of this situation and I’m working my fatigued, brain-foggy ass off to make it out of here.

If I can undo the damage my heart failure caused to the rest of my body, I want to. I don’t want to spend another month KNOWING what I should be eating, what medicines I should be taking, what tests and treatments I should be getting… and receiving almost none of it because Mississippi lawmakers think people like me have somehow earned slow, painful deaths.

spxceoddity:

the weirdest thing about the education system is that pretty much every teenager ever is so stressed out about schools that they pray for disasters or fake illness or try to kill themselves and yet nobody has ever thought to themselves “hey maybe our system is flawed” and instead all they ever think is “kids these days are so lazy and selfish” like what the fuck is up with that man

Color Synonyms

damselwrites:

White

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also: pale; blanched; sallow; pallid; waxen; spectral; translucent; albino; 

Grey

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also: dust; stone; pepper;  

Black

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also:  coal; slate; dusky; ebon; shadow; murky; 

Tan

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also: flesh; khaki; cream; tawny; 

Brown

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also:  henna; russet; sepia; chestnut; cocoa; drab; bronze; 

Red

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also: terracotta ; rouge; carmine;  fire-engine; ruddy

Orange

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also:  pumpkin ; rust ; 

Yellow

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also: sunny; amber; saffron; hay; straw; platinum; 

Green

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also: viridescent; grass; jade; forest; 

Blue

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also: turquoise; cyan; ultramarine; royal; aqua; aquamarine;

Purple

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also: berry;  amaranthine;

Pink

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also: flushed; candy; cherry blossom; petal pink ; 

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source: http://ingridsundberg.com/

—–additional synonyms added by me

queen-of-erebus:

I think Harry missed a great fucking opportunity to mess with Voldemort’s head. Like instead of looking through his mind, he should have put strange fucking shit in there.

Ron: What are you doing?

Harry: Projecting a shit ton of gay porn into Voldemort’s mind so he can’t see the Aurors coming for him.

Stop taking people with dementia to the cemetery

witch-of-the-west-country:

satr9:

nintendogamergirlexe:

prismatic-bell:

stripedsilverfeline:

drgaellon:

dementia-by-day:

“Oh yeah, every time that dad forgets mom is dead, we head to the cemetery so he can see her gravestone.”

WHAT. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard some version of this awful story. Stop taking people with dementia to the cemetery. Seriously. I cringe every single time someone tells me about their “plan” to remind a loved one that their loved one is dead.

I also hear this a lot: “I keep reminding mom that her sister is dead, and sometimes she recalls it once I’ve said it.” That’s still not a good thing. Why are we trying to force people to remember that their loved ones have passed away?

If your loved one with dementia has lost track of their timeline, and forgotten that a loved one is dead, don’t remind them. What’s the point of reintroducing that kind of pain? Here’s the thing: they will forget again, and they will ask again. You’re never, ever, ever, going to “convince” them of something permanently. 

Instead, do this:

“Dad, where do you think mom is?”

When he tells you the answer, repeat that answer to him and assert that it sounds correct. For example, if he says, “I think mom is at work,” say, “Yes, that sounds right, I think she must be at work.” If he says, “I think she passed away,” say, “Yes, she passed away.” 

People like the answer that they gave you. Also, it takes you off the hook to “come up with something” that satisfies them. Then, twenty minutes later, when they ask where mom is, repeat what they originally told you.

I support this sentiment. Repeatedly reminding someone with faulty memory that a loved one has died isn’t a kindness, it’s a cruelty. They have to relieve the loss every time, even if they don’t remember the grief 15 minutes later.

In other words, don’t try to impose your timeline on them in order to make yourself feel better. Correcting an afflicted dementia patient will not cure them. They won’t magically return to your ‘real world’. No matter how much you might want them to.

It’s a kindness of old age, forgetting. Life can be very painful. Don’t be the one ripping off the bandage every single time.

I used to work as a companion in a nursing home where one of the patients was CONVINCED I was her sister, who’d died 40 years earlier. And every time one of the nurses said “that’s not Janet, Janet is dead, Alice, remember?” Alice would start sobbing.

So finally one day Alice did the whole “JANET IS HERE” and this nurse rather nastily went “Janet is dead” and before it could go any further I said “excuse me??? How dare you say something so horrible to my sister?”

The nurse was pissed, because I was “feeding Alice’s delusions.” Alice didn’t have delusions. Alice had Alzheimer’s.

But I made sure it went into Alice’s chart that she responded positively to being allowed to believe I was Janet. And from that point forward, only my specific patient referred to me as “Nina” in front of Alice—everyone else called me Janet, and when Alice said my name wasn’t Nina I just said “oh, it’s a nickname, that’s all.” It kept her calm and happy and not sobbing every time she saw me.

It costs zero dollars (and maybe a little bit of fast thinking) to not be an asshole to someone with Alzheimer’s or dementia. Be kind.

I wish I had heard this stuff when Grandma was still here.

I read once that you have to treat dementia patients more like it’s improv, like you have to take what they say and say to yourself “ok, and” and give them more of a story to occupy them and not just shut it down with something super harsh.

A nurse I used to work with always told us: “If a man with dementia is trying to get out of bed to go to work, don’t tell him he’s 90 and in a nursing home. Tell him it’s Sunday and he can stay in bed. If a woman with dementia is trying to stand because she wants to get her husband’s dinner out of the oven, don’t tell her he’s been dead for 20 years. Tell her you’ll do it for her and she can sit back down.”

Always remembered that, always did it. Nothing worse than hearing someone with memory loss ask the same question over and over again only to be met with: “We already told you!”

Just tell them again.