becoming yourself is really hard and confusing, and it’s a process. i was completely the eager beaver in school, i was the girl in the front of the class who was the first person to put her hand up, and it’s often not cool to be the person that puts themself out there, and i’ve often gotten teased mercilessly, but i found that ultimately if you truly pour your heart into what you believe in even if it makes you vulnerable, amazing things can and will happen.
i keep telling myself that i’m a human being, an imperfect human being who’s not made to look like a doll, and that who i am as a person is more important than whether at that moment i have a nice figure. obviously i have insecurities and doubts. but i just have to do my best and be myself. and then hope that’s enough.
The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment. Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out — “Harry Potter.”
“Hermione!” said Harry suddenly. “We’ve got to move!”
“We mustn’t, I keep telling you-”
“Not to interfere! Lupin’s going to run into the forest, right at us!”
Favorite relationship → Harry and Hermione
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The scar on his forehead burned so badly that he clapped his hand on it.
“What’s up?” said Hermione, looking alarmed.
“Scar,” Harry mumbled. “But it’s nothing … it happens all the time now …” None of the others had noticed a thing; all of them were now helping themselves to food while gloating over Harry’s narrow escape.