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"Listen," Harry said, watching his aunt's best china perform a synchronized swimming routine in midair, "getting your Hogwarts letter at forty isn't the end of the world."
In which Petunia Evans Dursley turns out to be a very, very late bloomer, Vernon's mustache becomes sentient, Dudley thinks this is the best thing that's ever happened, and Harry seriously considers charging tutoring fees.
(Or: What happens when the most aggressively normal woman in Britain has to accept that she's a witch, and her long-suffering wizard nephew has to teach her how to stop accidentally turning her kitchen appliances into a musical ensemble.)
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21 Jul 2026
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Aphantasia: the lack of an ability to visualize; those with Aphantasia cannot create images in their head. Around 2 to 3 percent of the world population is estimated to have it, although the true number is assumed to be much higher.
It's not considered a disorder or medical issue, but it can create challenges occasionally.
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21 Jul 2026
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The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?We are who we make ourselves.
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16 Jul 2026
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... I would ne’er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!The rumblings of war.
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- Part 8 of Can Spring Be Far Behind?
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16 Jul 2026
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It was a man at the door, and he walked in with an odd mixture of extreme self assurance and that same social fear she'd shown, herself, only a moment ago. His hair was black and stringy, looking clean but not altogether cared for, like parts of it had been burnt or cut away with a blunt knife. His face was young, like hers, but incredibly worn, like he'd been driven to exhaustion a few too many times. The suit he wore was nice, expensive, definitely, but draped over his nearly skeletal form like he'd never even consulted a tailor.
He took off his hat, grey to match his coat, and held it against his chest. "Hey, Hermione, do you mind if I talk to you for a bit? I just need some advice."
Stunned, she gestured an arm, stepping back to allow him into the library proper, instead of just the doorway. "How did you know my name?"
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- Part 1 of Skipping Hogwarts
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03 Jun 2026