imagine being in ravenclaw and going back to your common room stumbling drunk in the middle of the night after a magical night of partying and having to answer a fucking riddle in order to get in your own goddamn bedroom
"what gets wetter and wetter the more it dries"
"your mom eeyyyyyyy"
Sarah and I taking a nap in the international district of Seattle
If wizards just had cellphones Sirius would never have to fucking die!
Harry could have just shot him a text like
“Yo Sirius, where u at?”
“Just at home eatin some pasta”
“K good cuz I had a rly weird dream that u were wit voldemort.”
“Nah bro just chillin with kreacher”
CRISIS FUCKING AVERTED
If this doesn’t make you excited about science, get outta ma face.