call me confetti

sway hips in a figure 8 motion

do this while bending the knees into a squat position

come back up

raise arms above head

look at armpit seductively

put hands in hair

don’t pay attention to the beat

at all

this is your dancefloor

you rule the school, Megan

Gryffindor:

the quiet crackle of fire in a warm room

her laughter after you finally kissed her

the first bird of the morning in a tent you set up by yourself

a train rolling by 

“i knew you could do it”

fall leaves underfoot

the soft padding of a wildcat

a tornado that’s too close for comfort

yelling yourself hoarse

hoofbeats

Hufflepuff:

the quiet chime of the oven timer 

shifting your legs in clean bedclothes

lazy summer afternoons, cicadas in the distance

“i’ll wait for you.”

her happy gasp when she sees you

the shush of ribbon around a giftbox

sifting flour

an empty echo in a dark canyon

drumrolls

purring

Slytherin:

the tapping of long nails on good wood

waves on a pebble shore

a crowd chanting your name

“you were right.”

her happy sigh when you pull her closer

the soft shush of a dancer’s feet 

good shoes clicking on tile floors

wolfpack howls

the silence of a snowy midnight 

a good engine idling

Ravenclaw:

rain on windowpanes

old leather creaking

the quiet strum of a guitar

quietly whispered poetry

good coffee machines

a paintbrush on fresh canvas

“that’s an incredibly good idea”

footfalls on library carpets

the inhale of her breath when she ducks her nose into an old book