Not got a title for this everything seems shite

Good morrow loyal disciples, and thank you for your continued worship (I am your deity now).

I’ve thought long and hard about how to follow up a post about depression. I found my post opened up so many valuable conversations, and I’m so grateful for all of you. As someone who mainly relies on (well above par) humour, bringing the tone up after a post about such a struggle seems inauthentic. Continue reading “Not got a title for this everything seems shite”

Ramblings of an aspiring witch on Mental Health Awareness Week

Good afternoon my loyal following of three,

Yes, I am back from the beyond and after a hiatus of a week (two years) I have decided it’s time to resurrect my blog. 

Why, you ask? (Noone asked). Because I am mother fucking b o r e d in this quarantine. And as it happens to be mental health awareness week, I figured this would be a great time for me to reflect on my battles with my own mental health, and see if I can find a way to talk openly about my mind without any horrifying in-person contact. Continue reading “Ramblings of an aspiring witch on Mental Health Awareness Week”

Chapter Five: Diagon Alley

Time to hit the January sales, bitches!

Jesus wept, we’ve learned a lot over the past four chapters. Thank the Lord Voldemort I am here to guide you all through this perilous journey to magical enlightenment — I know you guys would be nowhere without me, and you’re welcome.

So I hope you all had a very merry Christmas and a happy new year, full of turkey and tings. I hope you all also took a moment to think of what Christmas must’ve been like for POOR OLD HARRY POTTER over the decade of his life at Privet Drive — sometimes I shed a tear thinking about that poor lad’s life, you know.

But anyway, in the spirit of overindulgence and shopping, which are both very topical, Christmassy endeavours, we’re heading to none other than Diagon fucking Alley with Hagrid. Continue reading “Chapter Five: Diagon Alley”

Chapter Four: The Keeper of the Keys

Chapter four is arguably the most important chapter in the whole damn franchise.

Chapter four is arguably the most important chapter in the whole damn franchise. Continue reading “Chapter Four: The Keeper of the Keys”

Chapter Three: The Letters From No One

The letterbox at number four Privet Drive is about to get absolutely lit.

The letterbox at number four Privet Drive is about to get absolutely lit.

As we all now know, funny business follows little old Harry Potter around. To be fair, the boy’s oblivious to the fact that he was literally dropped off at his aunt and unc’s by a half giant riding a humungous motorbike, and that might be something to do with all this weird shit that’s going on around him. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was number 5 that was experimented on at Hawkins lab, but that would be too much of a worldly cross-over and I don’t think I’d like to see Harry go up against a god forsaken demogorgon.

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Chapter Two: The Vanishing Glass

What more is there to learn from this world of drills, long cloaks and flying motorcycles?

SO we all know now that there was a boy. And that he lived. And that APWBD loves lemon drops -— although he is perhaps a little misguided in his child protection actions. What more is there to learn from this world of drills, long cloaks and flying motorcycles? Thankfully, I am here to tell this little known tale.

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Chapter One: The Boy Who Lived

Mr and Mrs Dursley are anything but perfectly fucking normal, thank you very much.

So let’s kick this off with the cold, hard facts: Mr and Mrs Dursley are anything but perfectly fucking normal, thank you very much. They’re a pair of abusive morons, to be frank.

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HI!!!

Hello one and all: Muggles, squibs, mythical creatures and my mum,

I am fucking back. Yes, you heard it here first, if this site still even works: my blog is being resurrected from the grave. And it’s no coincidence that I’m doing this on the very day that Lily & James Potter spent their last ever day on this earth…

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dealing with the crushing blow of finding out my patronus

Life can be incredibly shit sometimes, as I may have mentioned sometime before. This year alone has been completely horrendous – which I have also mentioned – what with the death of Alan Rickman and my birthday falling on a Monday, and I’ve been dealt yet another crushing blow this November from none other than Pottermore. Continue reading “dealing with the crushing blow of finding out my patronus”