On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me, a partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
roberta baird
The Twelve Days of Christmas ~ Birds
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me…
Inktober 2017 ~ Mask
There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. _Voldemort
inktober 2017 ~ Found
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned towards the Dursleys’ house.
‘Could I – could I say goodbye to him, sir?’ asked Hagrid.
He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog. ‘Shhh!’ hissed Professor McGonagall. ‘You’ll wake the Muggles!’
Inktober 2017 ~ United
“Dumbledore’s eyes were closed; but for the strange angle of his arms and legs, he might have been sleeping. Harry reached out, straightened the half-moon spectacles upon the crooked nose, and wiped a trickle of blood from the mouth with his own sleeve. Then he gazed down at the wise old face and tried to absorb the enormous and incomprehensible truth: that never again would Dumbledore speak to him, never again could he help…“
Inktober 2017 ~ climb
At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
“Password?” she said. “Caput Draconis” said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it — Neville needed a leg up — and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs.
Inktober 2017 ~ Squeak
“Well, hello, Peter,” said Lupin pleasantly, as though rats frequently erupted into old school friends around him. “Long time, no see.”