Hello there! The name's Mugdha. I'm swept up in the magical worlds of Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Sherlock, The Hunger Games, and many other fandoms (see Fandoms! page at the bottom) that will make up a majority of the posts on my blog. However, I'll post anything that makes me laugh...or cry...or think...or all of the above. Feel free to leave me a message or question in my ask! Allons-y! :)
Can we just stop and talk about this for a minute?
Thresh doesn’t make an alliance. Thresh doesn’t waste time liking her. Thresh knows that either he must kill her or she must kill him for one of them to win.
But this is the only way he can repay her for protecting Rue when he couldn’t. It’s the only way he can repay her for honoring Rue when he couldn’t. He honors her by sparing her friend, the girl who would have died for her.
Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort as dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.