Hogwarts Houses Aesthetics
Hufflepuff: Large yawns early in the morning. Scuffed floors. A question left unanswered. Honey. One hand catching another. The lies that old clocks tell. Tea that is swallowed for its warmth, not the taste. Footprints in the mud. Faded patterns on well-loved t-shirts. A spoon scraping the bottom of a mug. Splinters. Dew beading on flower petals. The imprints tight socks leave behind. Wanderlust’s yearning pull.
Ravenclaw: Lightning. Fingertips stained with ink. Shattered glass. The whoosh as an umbrella springs open. A night where the clouds hide the moon. Chipped nail polish. A chord of music that breaks the silence. Blood smeared like paint upon skinned knees. Rosemary. A pause for the sake of pausing. Unopened envelopes. A dancer when no one is watching. The taste of melancholy.
Gryffindor: The soft breathy sound of a whisper. Paperclips. A cat rubbing against your legs. The flickering of dying light. Cinnamon. A laugh that is started by one but shared by many. The crunch of crumpling paper. Autumn leaves. A map with coffee-stained edges. Cookies that are two minutes over-baked. Hair woven in a careful braid. Shoes dragging against pavement. That ache that only loneliness knows.
Slytherin: Chapped lips. A puddle dimpled by falling rain. Peppermint. Old journals pushed far back on the shelves. A sky dressed in gray as it waits for rain. Mittens. Warm soup on a December day. A list of things you used to love. Fingerprints in the windowsill dust. An unlocked door. The call of a rooster as it welcomes the day. Rain. The chill of an empty fireplace. Nostalgia’s voice cutting through the silence.