I wonder if you can transform selective parts of your body as an animagus if you can I am 100% sure James would sometimes be looking down and then stare up at Lily literally with big deer eyes and she’d just be like JAMES WHAT THE FUCK
Sitting at a table and transforming just his legs into deer legs, Lily rubbing her feet against them and feeling fur and hooves, spitting her drink everywhere
James dropping his quill and bending over to pick it up, Lily taking the opportunity to check out his arse only to discover a fluffy tail protruding out from his trousers
Lily complaining about James’ stubble so he shaves it and makes his deer whiskers appear, asking if it looks better now
Lily reaching out absent-mindedly to grab his hand and feeling a hoove in its place and threatening to mount him on the wall
lily one hundred percent used being pregnant to her advantage. whenever the marauders were being idiots she’d just pretend to go into labour and they fell for it every damn time.
oh god but baby harry watching peter pan on the tele and lifting his arms in the air and lily smiles and levitates him and he’s cackling with delight
I took my girlfriend to an improv show the other night and during intermission we were passionately arguing over whether half a 5 Hour Energy shot would give you 2.5 hours of energy or 5 hours of half-assed energy so we turned around to ask the opinions of the three people behind us and one of them said “Are all your arguments like this because we heard you in the lobby earlier fighting over the right way to pronounce ‘egg’?”
It’s Halloween Feast, 1991, and Minerva is trying not to be flooded with the thought that this is the tenth anniversary of their-she doesn’t even have to say their names-deaths, espciallyw hen she watches Harry laugh at something Weasley said. She remembers back twenty years ago, to 1971, when Potter and Black were sitting in those chairs, faces all innocence when the pumpkins over the Slytherin table exploded. Her reveries are interrupted when Quirrell comes in shouting about a troll, the blithering idiot. She makes sure the students are safe and goes to hunt out the troll. It’s not in the dungeons anymore, and they follow its trail into the girls’ bathroom. And who’s there but Weasley, Granger, and Potter, and she can’t help but give him points for his dumb luck-really, a troll?-and because he’s not so unlike his father after all.