are there public spaces where it’s safe to get belligerently drunk and crawl around on your knees and shake your ass, and the music’s pretty decent, and everyone else is doing the same thing and everyone leaves you alone?
My ENTIRE CHILDHOOD, this is what I imagined Hermione looked like. A curly haired girl of color who looked something like me, who had a hard time making friends like me because she was intelligent and sometimes she thought too much and didn’t have a problem losing herself in a book. I even ARGUED, tooth and nail with the other students in my class about my headcanon and questioned why she COULDN’T look like me, what was wrong with her looking like me, and why they felt she HAD to be white.
When I found out she wasn’t thanks to the movies, there was a kind of disconnect from her character, and the way I closed that disconnect was to ignore canon and keep picturing her as someone like me. I stopped talking about my headcanon to avoid arguments and name calling and teasing, but I never ever let go of the idea of a POC Hermione.
So to the artist, THANK YOU FOR DRAWING MY HERMIONE.
this was my hermione experience as a child!
like don’t tell me hermione wasn’t doing a home relaxer to get ready for the yule ball in Goblet of Fire.