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» six of crows by leigh bardugo

SONG BEHIND THE SCENE: lover, where do you live by highasakite

He knows it when he wakes in the morning to his unwelcoming reflection; his features that give away the unkindness in his soul. And it is entrenched deep in him, a vicious sense of self preservation, a vibrant green jealousy that would be at home in the Slytherin dungeons, a spiteful disdain for his own house.

He knows that he falls short of being what he ought to be.

However, that said, he is perfectly suited to the quidditch team — he supposes everyone on it has a little bit more bite to them than the rest of their house, their natures just a little harder beneath the soft veneer.

He had wondered, a long time ago, if he was the only exception but his first game in that locker room he knew. The shared rueful smiles too wide to be genuine: too daring, too ambitious, too hungry to be like the rest of their house.

Zachariah Smith is not the Hufflepuff he should be. He finds a vindictive pleasure to know he's not the only one.