ginevrcs:

gryffindor: karaoke parties at midnight, loving friends, will not stand for your bullshit, lives out of spite, oversized sweaters, probably did the stupid thing, loves their animals more than anything, socially akward, just wants peace

hufflepuff: done with your shit, sends memes to their friends, thrift-shopping, doesn’t care about opinions, wins at snowball fights, great fashion taste, never judges anyone, throws random finger guns, very competitive, plays the ukulele

ravenclaw: messy hair, curious about things, neat notes but failed the test anyway, hot tea, lives for fuzzy socks, knows a lot of random facts, easily embarrassed, loves to write, goes to art museums for the aesthetic, photography

slytherin: doesn’t know what’s going on, really emotional, loves horror movies, cries when reading sad things, astrology, dreams big, if they really want something they’ll get it, eye gazing, know-it-all, rosy cheeks, loves a good book

fairiell:

-,’ types of people ,’-

gryffindor: flirty competitive, inside jokes, bright laughter, messy ponytail, sweaters, dogs, long showers, going on adventures

hufflepuff: thrift shopping, binge-watching your favourite series, playing the ukulele, faux freckles, loyal to the core

ravenclaw: high grades, winters, watching conspiracy theories, perfect eyebrows, fuzzy socks, writing letters, movie night

slytherin: coffee, rainy days, cold hands, drawing, obsessed with mythology, vintage shirts, eye gazing, sharp features

spacepearl:

gryffindor

adrenaline rushes, climbing to a rooftop to see the sunrise, bruised knees, sneaking out at nightime, hot chocolate, sitting in front of a fireplace, running through corridors, shopping cart races, midday sun, unstoppable laughter

hufflepuff

passing notes to friends during classes, organising shelves, flower crowns, first warm spring day, fierce protectiveness, large bags of candy, group chats, countless hours of practising one’s skills, holding on tight, reminiscing old times

ravenclaw

intense debates, muffled speech inside a library, pointing out constellations, writing notes on books, a glass of good wine, pale morning sky, ink on fingertips, learning multiple languages, staying up all night, unreadable handwriting

slytherin

marble floors, the sound of running water, lists of good schools in big cities, motivational speeches, winter nights, rooms lit with candles, always having a plan, rarely shared secrets, smirking at the people you hate, expensive chocolate

accio-shitpost:

all gryffindors have fluffy lion slippers

marauders-groupie:

Gryffindor girls who have no patience for mild and instead embrace everything that is loud and wild and on fire. They wouldn’t understand chill even if it hit them in the face – they are roaring young blood, their kisses loud, cheek pecks that leave lipstick stains, their laughter is 4^th of July fireworks, they don’t know how to breathe if their lungs aren’t catching fire.

Yes, they are brave, but they are alive, too, and that is so much more important. Imagine alive, imagine the top of a rollercoaster ride, imagine exploding into a moment and staying there forever.

They are Icarus girls, always flying a little too close to the sun but even falling into the sea is better than never having kissed the sky.

You don’t know what love is until a Gryffindor girl has loved you, pulling collars and leaving marks like a permanent reminder, until it felt like waiting for the sun to go down and going skinny-dipping in the lake, like the memories of childhood with first kisses and first bruises and the first time you have ever had a dream you’d fight for, live for, and die for. 

Some Gryffindor girls never bruise their knuckles on someone else’s cheekbones and some walk around believing that they would be better suited in a different house. Sorting Hat makes mistakes, sure. And then their friends pet their hair, promise to give them the world and life is good and gold and red and it spills over them like honey.

“Do you know why you belong in Gryffindor?” a friend asks them just before the dawn, when the world is fraying at the corners. It’s good, it’s good, it is so good.

“Why?”

Fingers easy when they press to their collarbones. Something is aflutter in her ribcage and this Gryffindor girl wants to shatter into stars, not even her bones enough to keep her down. They are straining because she ought to be flying.

“Because your voice trembles and still you speak.”

“Because your heart will always be the best of you.”

“Because you’ve got a lion’s roar lodged in your throat and when the world finally hears it, it will be brought to its knees.”