Never thought something in this game would hit me in the feels like this…
:(
My theory is that it’s because the Hobbits showed Boromir the possibility of camaraderie based on kindness and liking, as opposed to regimentation and excellence like he grew up with.
Ah my heart!
My theory was always that it was because he was such a loving older brother. I think they sparked that protective older brother instinct in him.
Just imagine though all the letters that must have been sent home about the shit Hermione did at school or updates the school sends to muggle parents so they’re kept in the know. And she’s never been in trouble before so her parents think this is just regular wizarding school hijinks because it obviously never has context for them and Hermione just rolls with it
“She saved the philosophers stone.”
“Oh good for her! She must have gotten there before everyone else in class”“People must get petrified all the time. It says not to worry though so it can’t be a serious illness”
“It says they’re obliged to inform us that ‘dementors’ will be at the school all year.”
“That sounds exciting, I wonder what subject they’ll be teaching?”“She’s been selected to participate in the second triwizard tournament task.”
“Yes we had a letter about the tournament, she must really be getting stuck in with it and making all sorts of foreign connections.”“Says she was part of a secret defence club?”
“Oh I’m so glad she’s finally getting involved in the clubs, it’ll be good for her, you know she studies too much”“I wonder why we didn’t get any updates from the school this year? They always seem to have something going on.”
“I’ve been thinking you know, about moving to Australia. We did always want to.”
“I don’t know what’s been stopping us all these years to be honest. Let’s do it.”You lured me in and then stabbed me in the back
And big ole FUCK YOU to you OP
“The War In Chechnya was going on during the time I was in law school. I remember watching a news report where a young boy walked up to a journalist and asked for help waking up his grandfather. The grandfather had just been killed by a bomb. I decided then that I’d be a human rights lawyer. I went to work at the United Nations. I pictured myself drafting stronger human rights laws. I thought I’d meet with heads of state and convince them to form better laws and better institutions. And those meetings did happen. I did my research and made my presentations. You should have seen me— I was so passionate and confident and sure of my reasoning. The leaders would nod their heads, and say ‘thank you very much,’ but then nothing would change. Unless there was an economic benefit, nobody cared about protecting children, or empowering women, or stopping genocide. And it wore me down. My colleagues were worn down too. After ten years I had to quit. Last week I opened this bar. It’s not human rights, but at least now I can drink for free.”