my cousin flew in from Washington with her baby and I’m really excited to meet the adorable little piece of crap (I mean that affectionately), but at the same time, my baby fever is a lot better if she’s way on the other side of the country
Muggleborn kid with a talent for magic. Not real magic. Like, sleight of hand magic. And then a prefect catches them doing something like making a ball appear to vanish or whatever, and just loses their shit because this 11 year old kid has utterly mastered Vanishing Spells and what the hell how is that even possible.
tonight at work we mopped the kitchen, and then immediately afterwards someone ordered food, so we had to cook while the floor was still really wet and slippery
and then, by some random miraculous coincidence, “Get On Your Feet” came on the radio, and the three of us there who actually watch Parks and Rec completely lost our collective shit, because it felt exactly like the ice skating rink thing