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We think you're a Slytherin Primary and a Ravenclaw Secondary.

Slytherin Primaries prioritize their own selves and loved ones first. Slytherins don't feel guilty or selfish about this --- they feel righteous and moral. The most important thing is to look after your own. Abandoning or hurting one of your own is the worst thing you can do.

Ravenclaw Secondaries collect-- hobbies, skillsets, knowledge.

You also may have a Ravenclaw Primary Model.

Ravenclaw House is the house of logic and knowledge, and Ravenclaws use those values to help them determine what the right thing to do is. If you model Ravenclaw Primary, you also value these things and like to live by them-- but you wouldn't feel guilty for ignoring what your logic tells you in the service of your own priorities (whether that's sticking by your chosen family, preserving your community values, or crusading after a cause that calls to you). But you'd like to value the structured morality of a Ravenclaw. It's good, solid, and satisfying. It would be nice if the world was simple enough you could solve it with logic alone-- but you have other, most "felt" motivations and morals to fall back on.

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@conjurore​ re: salemgv

She’s got a potion in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, a sweet smile on her face and mischief in her eyes. When she reaches The Veil’s booth, she slides smoothly into the chair across from Nick, and she holds out both. “A peace offering,” she says, and her voice is kind but her eyes are full of laughter. “I figured you wouldn’t want to draw too much attention to our booth, so I thought I’d make a house call. I wouldn’t dream of one-upping you at the carnival.” It’s their routine: genuine kindness interspersed with absurd competition and just a little bit of rudeness. If anyone else tried it with Nick, she thinks she’d punch them. “Would you read my cards? Maybe if people see you in action, they’ll want to stop by?”

this  act  of  good  faith     comes  not  a  moment  too  soon.     as  he  lifts  the  cup  to  his  waiting  lips,     he  wonders  how  astoria  managed  to  surpass  the  line  at  witches  brew  on  one  of  the  busiest  days  of  the  year.     though  his  appearance  is  evidence  to  the  contrary     ---     trust,     a  lot  of  sleekeazy’s  pomade  went  into  making  himself  presentable  before  sunrise     ---     nicholas  is  hardly  a  morning  person.     he  feels  most  at  home  by  the  light  of  the  moon,     stirring  while  the  rest  of  the  world  is  still,     quiet  save  for  the  tick  of  his  watch  and  the  sound  of  titania  gleefully  nipping  at  his  socks.     ❛     what  would  i  do  without  you?     ❜     it  wasn’t  uncommon  for  astoria  to  dote,     much  aware  of  his  tendency  to  get  preoccupied  with  academia  and  forget  to  feed  and  water  himself,     but  the  festival  has  him  emphatically  on  edge.     what,     on  most  days,      would  be  considered  a  caring     (     albeit  condescending     )     gesture  is  now  decidedly  calculated.     he’s  certain  of  it.