hogwarts house aesthetics
gryffindor: flushed cheeks, eager eyes. lips that talk a mile a minute and thoughts that run rampant. skulls are cells and words are the prisoners inside. notions, feelings, fire, burning through all that exists. being the strongest, the brightest, the star that lights up the world as it falls. parties, common rooms, quidditch matches where only adrenaline is needed to get a high. hands that never tremble except for in private, feet that walk the wrong way with pride outlining each step. hearts that thump like drums, even when the quiet is suffocating. silence being the enemy, for truth comes in the breaths outside of calamity. more, more, more, because what's existence without indulgence? late nights that end too early and early mornings that you wish ran late. there is more to life than surviving, and to live means to fight.
hufflepuff: kind smiles, gentle touches. knowing the ins and outs of every situation, nimble fingers weapons against destruction. loyalty, hard work, doing the right thing even when it hurts. indulging in wrong things for the sake of others. knowing that people exist, walk the earth, have minds and souls and hearts that synchronize like symphonies. the world needs more goodness, and change starts at the fingertips of the observant. vines and greenhouses, the smell of dew and grass and petrichor. the soft pulse that licks at your throat, steadies in your ears. secrets whispered behind hands and feet bumping feet under tables. pinkies that link and eyes that shine. being one with your environment, because inner-peace doesn't have to be boring. friendship, above all else, because why live when you can love?
ravenclaw: long nights and cold mornings. ink-stained fingertips and the smell of old parchment. couches and comforters and cleaning out a soul by stuffing it with more. the mind is a weapon, and to be the best, you have to earn it. words that are never-ending but all too short. blankets sewn from dreams and wishes, a fantasy to rock one to sleep. stars that glint and moons that guide. lips that are chaste and loud, rivalry to the bone. rumbling stomachs because knowledge is food, and everyone needs sustenance. kisses shared in dark libraries and darker corners. secret glances through stacks and shaking hands with threaded fingers. earl grey tea and rainy thursday evenings. the lust for knowledge of any kind, because life is too short to not learn all you can. questions that earn reprimands and dares that earn regret. pushing and pulling and taking and testing, because the power you taste on your tongue is sweet.
slytherin: competitions, fights, winning. no pauses, no breaks, no breaths. ambition that knocks around in the skull, filling one with a unique sort of drive. tongues like snakes and curses like monsters. be what others fear, so they may never test what terrifies them. poker games and firewhiskyâinjuries healed by subconscious affection. trust in your friends, but even more in your enemies. to be one's greatest critic, even when it hurts. cold fingers and warm pockets, the perfect size for hiding held hands. observing, understanding, strategizing. pros and cons and lists that never end. knowing what you want, how you want it, where you want it. and even if you don't know what it is, you do understand that you will get it. silk sheets and old tomes, runes like precious art. drawing temporary tattoos on skin, being we are ever-changing, and you mustn't be stagnant. sarcasm and spitting insults, the sensation of superiority when surrounded by friends. sympathy is good, but never to share. be quiet, be discreet, be the best.
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