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and of course who could forget the four houses

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Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.

Bad Reputation (Part Eleven) - Oliver Wood Imagine

A/N: hello everyone! sorry it took me a bit more than I said it would but I re did the whole thing a couple of times! hahaha

Request:

Anonymous said:Hey I was wondering if you’d write a oneshot based on an idea I came up for Oliver, where he’s in the year above you in Gryffindor, and McGonagall decides to assign him to be your mentor (we have them in our school, for people who ditch/don’t hand in homeworks/get in fights etc, they’re kinda supposed to be a good influence, help you, and keep you out of trouble). You’re both kinda snappy/spiteful/jerky toward each other at first, cause you hate having a watchdog trying to keep you in line and he hates being assigned to someone who seems so determined to get in trouble (which will in turn get both him and the house in trouble), cause you’re always getting into fights in the corridors, ditching, snapping at teachers etc, but then you very slowly start to like each other? Which you find odd because he’s well liked and popular, and you’re a loner, who’s misunderstood and not generally well liked? You can totally add your own ideas too! :3

so, since I’m sure all of you heard I was very sorry to hear about Alan Rickman, so I decided to write a bit of Snape on this chapter not being mean for a change. I know I’ve said many times that I do not like Snape, however, I believe Alan Rickman was one of the most brilliant actors of all time, and as much as I didn’t like Snape in the books… he was perfectly portrayed on the movies and Alan Rickman made me like him just by how perfect he was played and I don’t think there was a better person in the world to play that part that amazing. he owned that part… so rest in peace Professor Snape… always…

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter!

Bad Reputation

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It had been three days since the ‘incident’ with (Y/N). Oliver couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t eat. He was losing focus in his classes, and even worse, at Quidditch practices. He’d looked for (Y/N) everywhere, every day. And since now the twins apparently were on her side, he couldn’t even ask for the map to find her. And when he did see her, she was usually with the twins or even Lee. The worst part? She looked as if nothing happened. Deep down, he had expected her to go back to the way she was and then maybe he’d get another change at being her mentor. But she’d pretty much avoided everyone and she was apparently going to classes. So now, he was sitting outside by the tree she always was with her journal sitting on his lap. After what he’d read last time, he couldn’t bring himself to read the rest. These were (Y/N)’s deepest thoughts. And even if they were fighting, he still respected that. He thought about giving it back to her, but he liked the idea of holding onto something of hers so maybe she’d come to him looking for it. He deliberated with himself a little longer and opened it once again. The page he landed somewhere in between. He kept on reading the words spread across the parchment. He hadn’t read much in her journal, but everything he’d read so far, was too sad; sadder than any book she liked that she’d showed him. Before he knew what was happening, he ripped the parchment off the journal, made into a ball and tossed it on the ground.

“You know, I can actually count this as littering and take points off Gryffindor” Oliver heard a voice behind him and turned around to see Professor Lupin picking up the small piece of parchment and walking towards him. “I’m guessing this isn’t your essay on the Unforgivable Curses?”

“Uh, no sir” Oliver said looking down. “I’m sorry.”

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me: I’m a very private person I don’t talk about my personal life

me 10 minutes later: the most profound experience of my childhood was when I was 11 and cried in class after the teacher showed us the Mona Lisa. I was touched by her beauty , and the entire class laughed at my tears but I was content that that was the moment I realized I was a sensitive emotional artist. now that we’ve known each other for exactly 10 minutes, would you like to hear the grueling 4 hour story about how I became psychologically disturbed ? also here is my credit card number..

I don’t think I’ll ever get over how clean her split was.

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