Subject: Yes please I will take seven.
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Posted on: 2016-09-23 13:07:00 UTC
"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."
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. =]
More specifically: if John Uskglass is Norman, does he accept the Scottish annexation of Lothian in 1018? If not, then - at least until the Treaty of York in 1237 - everything up to Edinburgh is English in the Raven King's eyes.
Bearing in mind that the only Scottish founder of Hogwarts was literally named Ravenclaw (and has a French-sounding name besides), I think he could make a compelling case.
(And okay, yeah, Hogwarts is apparently well north even of that boundary. But I maintain the point about Rowena, and I think it wouldn't be at all out of character for the Raven King to have an outpost in foreign territory.)
hS
It's only mentioned in passing, but all magic used by humans in JS&MN is basically communing with spirits using treaties, favours, and half-forgotten alliances put into place by the Raven King. If Scotland has any magic at all, this is how it happens - so the trees and the rain in the Forbidden Forest are as much subjects of the King as their Saxon counterparts.
I think I just played myself. =]
Also, there's no proof that Uskglass is Norman, and personally I favour the idea that he was the son of a Norse colonist in the north of England whisked away to Fairyland at a young age. It's heavily implied that his majesty uses fairy magic, and as for why Norse? "I reached out my hand; thought and memory flew out of my enemies' heads like a flock of starlings." Thought and Memory are English translations of the names of Odin's ravens, Huginn and Muninn.
You put it all together and give us John Uskglass, Master of Hogwarts, and I'll do my best to finish my post-JS&MN 'seriously, Arabella would never stand for that' story.
I mean, first I'll have to read the large section that already exists, figure out what was going on in it and what all the references are ('pall-rats'? Was... was I going somewhere with that?), and then try and make sense of my notes for the ending... they start, ominously enough, with: Place the moon &c...
Anyway: trade ya?
hS
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.
A unicorn patronus, eh? Weren't we just talking about the tell-tale signs of having color-changing eyes?
On! Notice!
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*
I'm OK with this! I mean, a buzzard is pretty swell:
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.