『 Yvonne M. Rakepick . 』 Legilimens . Slytherin Alumnus . Morally ambiguous. Professor of Legilimency and Occulmency .

And just like that she’s startled by the loud volume of a sudden start to the song Arrow through me by Wings.

two meow meows :^>

“ have you ( never ) ? ” her eyes grow wide. “ surely, at least once ?”

“Oh . .” She understood what that meant, and her look briefly fluttered down in a bit of grief already. It is a sad thing. “I’m sure they made good eggs when they did…” A bit timid in her movement she gingerly reached out a hand. “I’m Jean.. I’ve just moved in.”

Gentle humming to herself. soft steps around her classroom, only half unpacked with plenty of boxes not yet opened. her ear stays eagerly pressed to the speaker of the cassette player, volume lowered, her body swaying and her eyes lightly shut.

B1GB0Y R0LL CALL: SIDEWALK EDITION ( minus Stan :^[ ) they’re having a very long and deep discussion about the state of the present economy probably !!! I would’ve posted this on STANTINOOOO 🦡🦡 but stan wasn’t invited :/

“Waiting for someone?”

She is so fascinated and delighted by how muggles made bear shaped containers for their honey that Muelling gifts her one of these.

Dreveleen discovered American mugglie shows, and the usage of the transatlantic accent. May you never walk in on her while she’s draped herself on a table dramatically, speaking out with practice, “why George, I’d NEVER run away with you to the city, not in a MILLION years!”

She’s startled, sitting up and a gasp, big eyes only bigger in a flustered expression. Her voice falters, but picks up strength. “O-oh, George- it’s not me I’m worried about, you know..” She waves a wand, summons a feather boa. “Why, I’ve ( ALWAYS ) been a star.”

( don’t worry she’ll find it for you ! )

𝔐iss 𝔍ean 𝔇reveleen ❁ ❁ x.com/3Y3S0R3/status…

“Oh !” Her eyes are wide only for a moment, squeezing shut with a scrunch of her expression with the onslaught of affection. One hand on her chest with a gasp, she stares up. A man . . Whose name she couldn’t say she knew. And the greeting- - Maybe he’s French.

//: IT EEZ NOT JUST A .. SEEMPLE SPARK - - IT EEZ A FLAME

//: IT EEZ A FLAME- A BEEG, ROARIN, FLAME….. I CAN FEEL IT NOW

All songs of TENNIS are Jean energy

I need your love by Tennis . . . OUGHH