Marlene McKinnon

Gryffindor women are clever. They take to things quickly and are impressive in their knowledge. They are eager to and jump at the chance to share what they know with the world. They’re called brilliant and glow with pride.

Gryffindor women are romantic. They reminiscent on days of running wild, climbing trees, and daydreaming about an all-encompassing love when they were older. They flirt and dance their way through life, giggling together behind their hands. They’re called silly and brush it off.

Gryffindor women are fearless. They rush head first into life, never settling for just good. They want great and they know they deserve it. They refuse to compromise themselves, whether it be friend or foe who is asking. They’re called bossy so they own it.

Gryffindor women are fearful. They know the world is set on breaking them, on destroying. They hold their loved ones tightly, determined to be the rock that will keep them safe. They wrap their fears around them like a cloak until the world sees them as someone to fear instead of someone who is afraid. They’re called strong but never believe it.

Gryffindor women are fire. They burn brightly and are all-consuming. Sometimes they consume themselves in their own flames, but the ashes offer a chance for rebirth, so … 

GRYFFINDOR:

“I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.”