Gryffindor:dirty jokes, do-it-for-the-vine, loud and hearty guffaws, physical pranks, at themselves and each other, knee-slapping, random tickling attacks, tears of relief and joy, raucous celebratory laughter
Ravenclaw:high and clear, musical laughter, intelligent jokes, punchlines, horrible wordplay and puns, obscure inside jokes, mischievous twinkles, waiting for the other shoe to drop, elaborate pranks
Hufflepuff:warm and chuckling laughter, snorting milk, sputtering water, laughing until you can't breathe, teasing and ribbing, team-effort pranks, false innocence, irony, the onion headlines, dad jokes
Slytherin:dark jokes, lets-play-serious-or-joking, best friend insults, throw your head back laughter, red face and teary eyes, knowing smirks, weird news, lewis carroll, inventive pranks, dangerous dares
I know I shouldn’t romanticize someone who is basically evil personified. But I pity Voldemort’s so much. The fact that his mother chose to die instead of raising him. Jo said herself that if Merope chose to stay he would have not turned out the way he did. She referenced to a study that children (in orphanages) who aren’t born and raised to a mother’s love and instead raised in a clinical environment in their beginning years actually become impaired in an important part of their brains (as shown by brain scans). This particular Mark Twain quote is my justification for my infatuation for the character to the people who think I’m a bad person for liking him: “But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?” I like writing fanfiction for myself where he does experience the love of friendships because I don’t think love is something anyone should be completely bereft of. (And I consider myself a canon purist)
It was Hermione. But she didn’t look like Hermione at all. She had done something with her hair; it was no longer bushy but sleek and shiny, and twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of her head. She was wearing robes made of a floaty, periwinkle-blue material, and she was holding herself differently, somehow - or maybe it was merely the absence of the twenty or so books she usually had slung over her back.