as aspect of the wizarding world of harry potter that bugs me way more than it should
is that we get all this stuff about how poor the weasleys are, right, but what the fuck does poor mean in a magical context??? you’re telling me 16-year-old wizards can be expected to turn a mouse into a teapot, but they can’t wave a wand and make some secondhand robes - or secondhand cauldrons, or secondhand books for that matter - look brand spanking new? the fuck? the burrow looks like it’s barely held together with magic, but, uh, it’s held together WITH FUCKING MAGIC, can’t they make that magic do a better job? can’t the magic that allows them to fucking APPARATE and make good luck potions and break open locks (which adds to another issue, namely, why the fuck does anyone even bother to lock anything when the unlocking spell is so simple quite literally an eleven-year-old child can do it) and MIND CONTROL PEOPLE and make them sprout slugs out of their foreheads - it can do all that and more and it can’t put together a fucking house or change ron’s dress robes into a nice emerald green to offset his hair? really? REALLY?
DO NOT EVEN GET ME STARTED on how there does, in fact, exist a truth potion in the wizarding world, AND YET there is made no mention of its EVER HAVING BEEN USED back during the war when they KNEW THERE WAS A MOTHERFUCKING SPY AFOOT, like, a whole lot of trouble could have been saved if james & sirius had invited remus over for tea, secretly dosed it with veritaserum, and then been like, “yo, so are you the spy?” like ALL THAT CATASTROPHE COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED, GODDAMN, if only jkr had thought to invent a truth potion before the fourth book. ALAS.
