Subject: On another note...
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Posted on: 2016-09-24 17:37:00 UTC
I heard about people retaking some of the Potterverse tests, How does it work, if it's true?
Subject: On another note...
Author:
Posted on: 2016-09-24 17:37:00 UTC
I heard about people retaking some of the Potterverse tests, How does it work, if it's true?
Pottermore has their own "Determine Your Patronus" Test, created by J. K. Rowling! Get your own Protector now right HERE.
Mine's apparently a Badger!
I have kind of mixed feelings about the result. I mean, I do like dogs... but I find large, very friendly dogs somewhat intimidating.
As the quiz doesn't really allow room for your personal life to influence it, I think mine really would be a cat. My cat is one of the most important beings in my life, and she's helped me fight off the real-life Dementors I've had to face.
So, maybe your original patronus would have been a St. Bernard, but your strong feelings towards your cat would have turned your patronus into a cat.
It could happen.
Not sure how you're supposed to tell the color of something that's always a glowing bluish-white, but I love ginger tabbies, so I consider it a win!
This would please me more than I care to admit. =]
It makes the world a better place. Facts have no relevance here.
hS
I don't believe it for a second, but it's a better result than I was expecting.
That... is pretty cool. ^_^ I kind of expected a cat, but y'know, I was into horses as a kid, and it makes sense for something born of my happiest memories, which would tend to be out-of-doors, feeling free and on top of the world. {= )
I do wonder how I can tell it's a dun stallion, though. Maybe it's brown, or bay, or dappled. A Patronus silver no matter what. O.o
~Neshomeh
I heard about people retaking some of the Potterverse tests, How does it work, if it's true?
This proves it: Hogwarts shall be governed not by the Ministry, but by the King inthe North, the Raven-in-Flight, John Uskglass.
I might be reaching a bit here. =]
It might not really work. It's mentioned in JS&MN that Scottish wizards talk up their superiority to the English variety, and Hogwarts is about as Scottish as it gets - an enormous, draughty stone lump slap bang in the middle of nowhere, and also in the middle of a forest and/or bog, depending on who you ask. Would the castle, whose practitioners are so very different to those of English magic, even recognize the authority of the Raven King?
Er, answers on the back of a postcard, please. =]
Or buy another one. =]
Now I can sit and sink into the world of English magic once again, and it shall be the most glorious. Plus, more money for Susanna Clark, which is nice. =]
...I really thought that the "your patronus is very rare... just one more question!" lines were part of the script for everyone.
Huh. Interesting. Not really 'me', but...
...And I don't like chow dogs.
Basically, a very fluffy cat.
I really seem to have a spiritual cat motif- my spirit animal is a winged cat.
So, a small, fuzzy, Irish predator. My patronus is basically my younger brother.
Which is funny, because dolphins are huge jerks and everyone loves them anyway. XD *wishes there was such a thing as a shark patronus*
See, in the states, when someone says "buzzard" we think of something more like a vulture. I didn't know there were handsome hawk-like buzzards 'til now.
~Neshomeh
Buzzard is the name for a lot of different birds. That picture is of a crested honey buzzard, which sometimes passes through Israel on its migration; I've headcanoned the buzzard to be of that particular species.
More specifically a West Highland Terrier.
The image of fending off a teeming horde of black-roped figures with a tiny bird appeals to me.
What the dementors are doing wearing ropes, I don't know.
*sighs at failure to spell check*
I giggle as I trace my fingertips down his bare chest. "That sounds so... dirty."
Sirius catches my fingers in his rough, yet at the same time, soft, hands. "Well, Remus, it's all a matter of perspective..."
"I have to warn you, Remus, my tastes are a little... unusual."
"For Merlin's sake, Sirius, please tell me you haven't been eating the dog food again. Please."
"... Would I ever-"
"Brush your teeth. Now. Seven times."
“You've brushed your teeth," He says, staring at me.
"I used your toothbrush."
His lips quirk up in a half smile. "Oh Sirius Black, what am I going to do with you?”
Yeah, I'd read that.
- I see myself as a bit of a modern Leif Erikson, personally.
Things I Do Not Want To Think About Or Picture In My Mind, Ever.
Imagine trying to do that with a fuzzy dog. Can't wait to get it inked.