Hufflepuff: The sunrise. People smiling. Light drifting through an open window. A half-finished painting. Tulips. Flowers woven into a braid. Hugs. Dandelion seeds drifting in the wind. The world after it rains. Hope.
Gryffindor: Laughter. Friends embracing after a long time apart. A sunset just before it fades to blue. Autumn leaves. Color—each and every shade. Candid photographs. The glow of light through a foggy window. Joy.
Ravenclaw: Poetry. Bells chiming.
The soft breeze of early spring. Soft piano music.
Eyes lighting up in excitement. Seashells and chips of sea glass. A locket with pictures inside. Art.
Slytherin: Morning dew. Roses climbing up a trellis. Constellations. A dancer lost in the music. Stained glass. Tears of joy. Handwritten letters with smeared ink. Embers glowing in wake of fire. Old forests. Love.
‘Why are you sitting here, Sawyer?’ Roosje asked, clearly displeased with the way the basketball match was going. ‘Shouldn’t you be like on the court, you know, helping your friends to win?’
‘I’ve just made my hair’, Sawyer replied with the duh expression on his face. ‘I can’t just go and ruin it with some meaningless testosterone-ish activity.’ He shrugged his finely sculpted shoulders. ‘I rather watch Auggie kicking Hank’s ass from the bench’, he smirked.
‘Not happy with Hank losing to your brother?” Fern asked her innocently.
‘Absolutely neutral about that,’ Roosje pouted in return.
The papers write about it back in England It’s practically a lifestyle back in Berlin There’s probably some pockets in Ohio Almost always something happening in Ohio
I heard some bad reports about Long Island I don’t trust what people say about Long Island I heard some good things from some friends about Chicago I gotta see with my own eyes about Chicago We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast
I heard they had a problem with some skinheads At a show in a machine shop in Pomona I feel like half my friends have moved to San Francisco I think I’m gonna bleach my hair this weekend And Dave went to New York – I don’t care You can’t shut people up once they get back from their Christmas out there Skim though such magazines as I can get my hands on Glue circuit boards to plywood on the weekend Trellis modulation for the children There’s a whole new world just up around the corner
We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast We do it different on the west coast