Out going yet quiet at the same time. A prankster, but sweet.
Someone different. Not what’s considered “normal” He’ll kiss me on the forehead. He’ll just simply lie in bed with me and just hold me. He’ll make me laugh and remind me that I’m beautiful and that he loves me. We’ll fight but that’s ok. It’ll be the good kind of fighting. And he’ll be so in love with me. And there are so many things that I don’t even know how to explain. I only know how to feel it.
He’ll be like Fred Weasley. That’s when I know that he’s “the one.”
I went through eight different trials of attempting to perfect the “Butterbeer Frappuccino” at work today. And while it did not come out 110% EXACTLY like the WWOHP’s version, it is extremely delicious and as close as we’ll get without a butterscotch syrup :)
At the end of Hermione’s fifth year at school and she’d gone to the Burrow just about a week after summer started. Since the beginning of the school year, Fred was paying attention to what books Hermione had read the most, having a plan that he knew his…
“I want people to feel an immediate happiness and cheerfulness when they are around me. To make a difference in someone’s life. I want to make an impression in someone’s life, so that even though I may be delicate and fragile, my footprints are permanent within the hearts of the ones I’ve touched.”—(via eletheowl)
Ironic. George thought. Is this how Fred felt? He wondered. Of course not. George shook the ridiculous question out of his head. Fred didn’t know. Or at least…George hoped he hadn’t known what was going to happen on that horrible, fateful day. The corridors of…