Yule ‘94

Sunday mornings are for pancakes in the Potter-Malfoy house!

Family prompt for @the-forbidden-forest challenge. Colour palette 4 (this was done using the procreate marker pen so colours go down light and build up in layers, but just the palette colours were used)

that one video of jimmy, lizzie, grian and joel trying to beat minecraft super flat and they keep messing with jimmy by not falling asleep is probably my favourite minecraft video ever

Actually that no punctuation plot hole ooc wattpad fanfic written by that 12 year old will ALWAYS be better than character ai. And I love that 12 year old btw

There’s a reason why enemies to friends to lovers is my favorite trope.

Just silly doodles

V. Hang

<- previous day

He’d used the floo at the Leaky to get to Diagon Alley. Only to find out the ingredient he needed was out of stock. Deciding it was a nice day out, he stupidly chose to walk around muggle London. 

It wasn’t a completely terrible idea at first. After many exploration trips, the loud car noises had stopped alarming him and muggle pedestrians weren’t very unlike the wizard ones. At least the muggles didn’t cast hexes and jinxes at him while he passed. 

It was one drop and then water was pelting from the sky. The few muggles that were still in the streets fled indoors or pulled out their umbrellas and with no better choice, Draco hurriedly hid under the overhang of a random building. 

It was there that Potter found him, some unknown time later. He had an umbrella in one hand and a stupid grin on his face.

“Got caught in the rain?”

“How did you even find me?” Draco asked.

“Do you want to go home or not?” Draco had already become impatient with the storm and Potter’s attitude. Saying nothing, he walked away towards the nearest secluded area. 

Potter hurried behind him and Draco’s hair only had a brief moment to soak before Potter stepped up next to him and blocked the rain. 

They walked side by side, Potter having to hold the umbrella at a weird angle to cover both of them. Draco as the taller one did nothing to help as Potter’s sleeve, out of reach from the umbrella’s protection, got drenched. Once they reached a deserted alleyway, Potter reached with the same arm that had been exposed to the water.

The next moment, he apparated them back to Grimmauld Place.

next day ->

prompt list previous days

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by @letteredlettered

I love this fic, and the quiet deep feelings combined with fun spy plot. Not sure what about it told me it needed pink geometric animals but that’s what I’ve gone for and I kind of love it!

WAKEY WAKEY

he totally had an emo phase

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