imagine being in ravenclaw and going back to your common room stumbling drunk in the middle of the night after a magical night of partying and having to answer a fucking riddle in order to get in your own goddamn bedroom
"what gets wetter and wetter the more it dries"
"your mom eeyyyyyyy"
People who give books as gifts are my favorite people. Because they are actually looking at a story or have read a story and want you to enjoy it too or think that you would like it. I don’t know why I just think it’s really special and it makes me happy.