“Finally, in October 1945, a man with swampy eyes, feathers of hair, and a clean-shaven face walked into the shop. He approached the counter. “Is there someone here by the name of Leisel Meminger?”
"Yes, she’s in the back," said Alex. He was hopeful, but he wanted to be sure. "May I ask who is calling on her?"
Leisel came out.
They hugged and cried and fell to the floor.”
“Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.”
She brought you something special when she came here, didn’t she? That’s what you hold onto. That’s how you keep her alive.
White an’ shakin’, he was. An’ then he says, ‘Give Harry ter me, Hagrid, I’m his godfather, I’ll look after him —’ Ha! But I’d had me orders from Dumbledore, an’ I told Black no, Dumbledore said Harry was ter go ter his aunt an’ uncle’s. Black argued, but in the end he gave in. Told me ter take his motorbike ter get Harry there. ‘I won’t need it anymore,’ he says.
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race — that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and it’s words so damning and brilliant.
Catelyn Stark Meme || Five Relationships [1/5]
Minerva McGonagall never had children, but she helped first years find their way.
Minerva McGonagall never had children, but she pursed her lips in just the right way when second years tripped over each other in the halls—and escorted them to the Infirmary besides.
Minerva McGonagall never had children, but she accounted for each and every third year after Hogsmeade visits.
Minerva McGonagall never had children, but a wand came in handy when cleaning up after fourth years—not to mention untransfiguring their pets (and body parts).
Minerva McGonagall never had children, but she always checked the fifth years were eating enough.
Minerva McGonagall never had children, but she smiled at the sixth years whose hearts had been broken, and frowned at those who had done the breaking.
Minerva McGonagall never had children, but she cried when the seventh years left her, and waited for their children to return.
Minerva McGonagall never had children, but that wasn’t to say she was not a mother.