"Irony tastes good. Like sausage." -Pattern, Rhythm of War
- Joined April 2020
- Member of Ravenclaw
- 733 House Points
- 1st Year
- United States
I've always wanted to attend Hogwarts, so when I got my letter, I was overjoyed. And even better, I was sorted into Ravenclaw, the house I've always hoped to be in. I'm now in my fifth year at Hogwarts, and I love it here. My barn owl, Aluino keeps me company along with all my great friends. My favorite subject is Transfiguration, and I hope to become a PA for that class someday. In my spare time, I love reading and playing wizard chess.
Personality: INFP-A (Assertive Mediator)
Wand: Maple with Phoenix feather core, 12 1/4," pliant flexibility
Patronus: Great Grey Owl
Second house: Hufflepuff
Book I wrote: Transfiguration Spell Index
About the Houses
Hufflepuff is tea and sweaters.
Hufflepuff is punching someone in the face because they need to shut up, calm down, or get the sense knocked into them.
Hufflepuff is spring, seeing winter melting away and basking in the sunlight.
Hufflepuff is singing loudly to Journey and Queen.
Hufflepuff is having the messiest room and yet knowing exactly where to find everything.
Hufflepuff is “there’s no such thing as too much chocolate”.
Hufflepuff is one too many glasses of champagne so the world feels like sunshine.
Hufflepuff is honestly not caring what anyone else thinks.
Hufflepuff is prank wars that spiral out of control.
Hufflepuff is loneliness, the intense desire for friendship.
Hufflepuff is having to deal with derision and scorn.
Hufflepuff is loyalty placed in the wrong ideal, loving the wrong person.
Hufflepuff is drowning in emotions that bring panic attacks
Hufflepuff is getting stuff done while everyone else argues.
Hufflepuff is refusing to fit into the mold, which results in hufflepunks.
Hufflepuff is staying up till three am to talk someone out of depression, out of suicide, out of something stupid, convincing them how amazing and how loved they are.
Hufflepuff is loyalty, is true friendship, not the plastic My Little Pony stuff but the true friendship.
Hufflepuff is the first to get Netflix running at Hogwarts, despite magical interference.
Ravenclaw is winter peace and blizzards.
Ravenclaw is the beauty of white snow against evergreens and a baby blue sky.
Ravenclaw is the sharpness and cutting edge of a cold breeze, the glint of a metal blade.
Ravenclaw is the silence of a library, lost completely in a world of ink and screens and words.
Ravenclaw is a glass of wine and an old friend.
Ravenclaw is martial arts and street smart.
Ravenclaw is always asking why.
Ravenclaw is pages filled with writing and doodles and diagrams.
Ravenclaw is telling dirty jokes in code so no one can tell why you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe, and the teacher can’t read the notes you were passing in class.
Ravenclaw is failing a class because you couldn’t be bothered to read or do homework, it was too boring and you had other things.
Ravenclaw is challenging the status-quo and saying “there’s always another option”.
Ravenclaw is citrus and a stash of junk food that you always seem to eat right away.
Ravenclaw is learning a new language because you want to.
Ravenclaw is an innocent face that can hide the dirtiest mind.
Ravenclaw is a pile of books that you’ll read - you will, you promise - one day.
Ravenclaw is looking up and saying “heck, when did it get to be three-thirty AM”, and you have classes in five hours but decide that staying up another half hour won’t hurt.
Ravenclaw is love that happens slowly, like creeping ivy, till one day you wake up and realize it’s ensnared you tightly and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Ravenclaw is coldness, is locking away resentment to fester, is “revenge is a dish best served cold”.
Ravenclaw is shutting up and never ever asking for help because you’re smart enough, capable enough to handle it. Because you have to.
Slytherin is fall evenings, the air crisp but not cold, the setting sun revealing autumn beauty before darkening to show a million billion stars in the indigo inky sky.
Slytherin is when the air smells like cloves and cinnamon and smoke from the crackling bonfire.
Slytherin is apple pie with vanilla ice cream.
Slytherin is a glass of golden scotch.
Slytherin is finding comfort in jeans and a leather jacket, dying your hair and tattoos that are like artwork.
Slytherin is pride in your heritage, in what it took to get you here.
Slytherin is the warm blossom of accomplishment in your chest.
Slytherin is tall boots and long scarves.
Slytherin is the person you’d trust with anything and everything, the one you love above all else, the one you’d kill for.
Slytherin is not being afraid of the dark, but remembering that night heals.
Slytherin is musky forests and the steady soothing rainfall.
Slytherin is sarcasm and wit.
Slytherin is determination in the face of fear.
Slytherin is talking your way out of situations to keep those you love safe.
Slytherin is the love that shows itself quietly from day to day, with quiet brushes and unsaid favors, but that rears up in fury to defend if necessary.
Slytherin is the dark side, the morally ambiguous, the race to the finish line for whatever it is you desire, shoving others aside because you have to.
Slytherin is locking yourself in a shadowed corner and curling up because it’s too much… it’s too much… and wiping the tears and standing anyway, head held high because you can’t stop now, and you can’t show weakness.
Gryffindor is summer, cloudless blue skies, and endless green fields. Gryffindor is adrenaline highs and truth or dare. Gryffindor is bright red lipstick and cologne that makes heads turn. Gryffindor is parties that go all night. Gryffindor is fireworks exploding in the sky. Gryffindor is standing up to anyone, friend, foe, or stranger, to tell them they’re wrong. Gryffindor is throwing your friend a beer and jumping on their lap to take a nap. Gryffindor is the love of horror games. Gryffindor is steak and burgers, Gryffindor is spicy curry. Gryffindor is taking the risk, making the leap, no matter the odds. Gryffindor is raising your hand in class. Gryffindor is passionate love, whether it be romantic, platonic, or otherwise, that sees no difference in a handpicked wildflower and a diamond necklace as long as it makes the recipient happy. Gryffindor is defending, even if it’s defending someone you hate against someone you love because Gryffindor stands up for what is right. Gryffindor is recklessness, the uncontrollable emotion, the carelessness with laws and rules. Gryffindor is choosing the ‘morally correct’ option even if it means more are hurt. Gryffindor is solving things brashly, physically, and only making everything worse.
Hufflepuffs are not weak. Ravenclaws are not heartless. Gryffindors are not arrogant. Slytherins are not evil. (Credits go to Steluvius Black, I got this from him)