apparently my frikcking seven year old cousin made a club at school called the “no friends club” and basically everyone who doesnt have friends sits together at lunch holy shit hes going to be the next leader of the free world
and here we have harry potter literally standing on a pile of letters to try and catch one that is still in the air. there are clearly reasons why he doesn’t get sorted into ravenclaw
and on the other side we see mr. potter once again, questioning the contents of a package that is clearly in the shape of a new broomstick. the suspense in unravelling the wrapping paper must be thrilling!