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WHY ARE NONE OF YOU FUCKERS FLIPPING SHIT?!?
NASA HAS DECLARED PLUTO A PLANET AGAIN
IT HAS MOONS!!!!! IT HAS MOONS!!!!!!!
WHAT. WHAT! PLUTO YOU FUCKING DID IT!
VIVA LA PLUTO, YOU DID IT!!!
VIVA LA PLUTO!
ginny as a little second-year—it’s just her third week into school and she’s already pulling late nights in the library trying to catch up by herself
because she’d ask the professors, but they look at her with this pity in their eyes she can’t stand
and the other kids…well, she may be young but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know they’re all whispering about her behind her back
so she’s like, drowning in this transfiguration text but she’s GOING TO GET THROUGH IT AND WRITE THIS SODDING ESSAY if it’s the LAST THING SHE EVER DOES
and she’s just about to start banging her head against the table when someone plops down beside her and says ‘wow, you’ve got the worst case of wrackspurts i’ve ever seen’
ginny looks over warily to see a skinny blonde girl staring at her with enormous blue eyes. she looks familiar from her classes, she thinks, but most of last year is just so fuzzy (it’s only the parts of it she wishes she could forget that are, of course, horrifically clear)
'not that i can see them,' the girl continues, tucking her wand behind her ear. 'they're invisible, wrackspurts. but you look like you've got a bad case. i'm luna. want to hear a joke? happy thoughts make them go away.'
oh. luna. loony luna. now ginny remembers. the girl with the weird father and the even weirder stories about creatures that don’t exist. the girl whose presence is followed by almost as many whispers as ginny’s.
luna’s staring at her, clearly waiting for an answer. she doesn’t look particularly loony to ginny. in fact, she looks like the one of the first students to be nice to ginny in almost three weeks.
'sure,' ginny says, a timid smile spreading across her face.
luna tilts her head. ‘you might not need a joke anymore. i think you’ve got happy thoughts of your own now.’
ginny leans in and grins more deliberately, and a warmth unfurls in her chest at the smile luna offers in return. ‘tell me anyway.’
I think one of the reasons the Harry Potter Epilogue was so poorly received was because the audience was primarily made up of the Millennial generation.
We’ve walked with Harry, Ron and Hermione, through a world that we thought was great but slowly revealed itself to be the opposite. We unpeeled the layers of corruption within the government, we saw cruelty against minorities grow in the past decades, and had media attack us and had teachers tell us that we ‘must not tell lies’. We got angry and frustrated and, like Harry, Ron and Hermione, had to think of a way to fight back. And them winning? That would have been enough to give us hope and leave us satisfied.
But instead. There was skip scene. And suddenly they were all over 30 and happy with their 2.5 children.
And the Millennials were left flailing in the dust.
Because while we recognised and empathised with everything up to that point. But seeing the Golden Trio financially stable and content and married? That was not something our generation could recognise. Because we have no idea if we’re ever going to be able to reach that stage. Not with the world we’re living in right now.
Having Harry, Ron and Hermione stare off into the distance after the battle and wonder about what the future might be would have stuck with us. Hell, have them move into a shitty flat together and try and sort out their lives would have. Have them with screaming nightmares and failed relationships and trying to get jobs in a society that’s falling apart would have. Have them still trying to fix things in that society would have. Because we known Voldemort was just a symptom of the disease of prejudice the Wizarding World.
But don’t push us off with an ‘all was well’. In a world about magic, JK Rowling finally broke our suspension of disbelief by having them all hit middle-class and middle-age contentment and expecting a fanbase of teenagers to accept it.
Also. Since when was ‘don’t worry kids, you’re going to turn out just like your parents’ ever a happy ending? Does our generation even recognise marriage and money and jobs as the fulfillment of life anymore? Does our generation even recognise the Epilogue’s Golden Trio anymore?
i’m not saying this is for everyone, but it sure as hell is for me.
hail hydra? no. all hail the glow cloud.
And is an active member of the school board.
WHENEVER I TOUCH CEILINGS I FEEL REALLY POWERFUL
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