Imagine that at the end of Dumbledore’s speech at the beginning of the year, he asks if there are any questions, and one first year muggleborn kid raises his hand, whips out a smart phone and asks for the wifi password.
And then Dumbledore just casually says “Sherbet lemon, with a capital S”, and commences the feast like it’s no big deal while the non-muggleborns think WIFI is some sort of secret society.
there are 13 yr olds on this website who are genuinely like “YAAAAS BENEDICT PUT UR DICK IN ME MAKE ME UR CUMBERBITCH AND CUMBERCUM ON MY FAAAACE” like im so worried about them
Oh like you weren’t the same way when you were 13?
literally no i never wanted to fuck a 1000 year old alien even at 13