“Yeah?” he answered a bit too quickly,
“Have you seen my phone?”
“The one I got you?”
“Yeah… that one.”
“Nope. Haven’t seen it.”
"What face now?"
"Cute, then funny and angry and then lovey-dovey."
"Yeah, okay. Fix my Hair, won’t you?"
"What’s to fix? You look handsome."
"You.. look good too."
"I know, now snap the picture!"
"It’s a selfie.”
"Shut up, Scarface."
“Ginny?! It’s been a week! Where’s that dreadful phone!” she and Harry shared glances, as if it was the most amusing thing in the world to watch Ron rummage through his belongs to find a tiny phone. He searched through everything, including his, erm, ‘private belongings’, that was interesting; to say the least. Once he turned around, the phone was floating in mid-air behind him, his own sister and her pet nowhere behind him.
Valdez I swear to god keep that fire out of my way or I’ll make sure you’re never gonna see the sun again.
Ah c’mon it won’t hurt you, I’ll promise.
Yeah right, lay one finger on me and you’re done.
Another drawing that I made a while ago but didn’t finish… UNTIL TODAY.
I re-did the lineart about 5 times and everytime their expressions were different.
(Source: spooky-solarseptum, via ghostfirefucks)
"Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful nasty ways."
(Source: perseass, via ghostfirefucks)