Art to Film: Priori Incantatem
[Harry] felt his feet lift from the ground. He and Voldemort were both being raised into the air, their wands still connected by that thread of shimmering golden light. They glided away from the tombstone.. Shadowy figures began to pace around the inner walls of the golden web, while the Death Eaters flitted around the outside of it… and Voldemort’s dead victims whispered as they circled the duelers, whispered words of encouragement to Harry, and hissed words Harry couldn’t hear to Voldemort….
i love that book the fault in our wallflowers
in ten years time theres going to be a whole generation of emotionally unstable adults with glasses and back problems who can type 100+ words per minute
the whovians thought that today was for them
but everything changed when the sherlock fandom attacked