sitting on that roof

not to be dramatic but,,, andrew is so completely in love with neil and you cannot tell me otherwise.

Adrinette Month Day 5: Coffee Shop Au 

Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]

He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her. 

Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company. 

He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.

So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.

And he finally found his chance.

1. Go to a party and stay sober. Listen to the way your drunk classmates talk when they don’t plan to remember tonight when they wake up. Never talk about these experiences, just keep them for yourself.
2. Start driving in one direction on the highway after school one day, pretending like you’re running away. Blast bad pop music and sing along. Stop in the suburbs when your mom calls you to come home, but buy your little brother a cupcake before you turn back around.
3. Kiss your best friend. It doesn’t matter what sexuality or gender you are or they are. It doesn’t matter if it’s a peck or you escalate to tongue. You’ll laugh about it later, but it will always make you smile just for the memory.
4. Smoke a cigarette. Let it burn your throat. Cough, loudly.
5. Take a stand for something you believe in. When half your school laughs at you, take it with pride. Someone agrees, even if they’re too scared to say so.
6. Make enemies. Make the kind of mistakes that cause your life to implode. Lose everyone and everything to these mistakes. Only when you fall will you find out that you can pick yourself back up.
7. Sit on someone’s roof and talk for hours. Forget about dinner and tell your origin stories. Let your guard down while the dog barks below. Talk about god. Listen.
8. Steal Bourbon from your parents’ liquor cabinet and put it in a water bottle beneath your bathroom sink. Spike your tea with it when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. Pour the whole thing down the drain when it’s too strong for you.
9. Become a stereotype. Buy a record player and combat boots. Wear all black. Dye your hair bright blue and get your ear pierced three times. Don’t care when people laugh at you.
10. Make wishes at 11:11. Wear your pajamas backwards in the hopes of a snow day. Look for answers at the bottom of a bottle. Pretend writing things on your arms makes you special. Believe in anything. Believe in everything. Open every book and look around every corner. You’ll never look like this or move like this or think like this again. Enjoy it while it lasts or hate every second. But feel. Feel every damn thing.
harry styles track by track aesthetic.
  • meet me in the hallway: wandering the streets at two am on a thursday morning. rain hitting against the windows. half remembered dreams. laying in bed with your headphones on.
  • sign of the times: the last warm day of the year. too hot coffee. sitting outside of a party listening to the muffled music playing coming through the door.
  • carolina: the hottest day of the year. dive bars. the feeling of being in the middle of a crowd at a concert with everyone singing along. a cold beer.
  • two ghosts: growing up. sitting on the roof of your house and crying. pretending to not notice an ex when you walk by them on the street. missing someone.
  • sweet creature: driving with the windows down on the first day of summer. seeing your loved ones for the first time in a long time. iced tea. petting your dog.
  • only angel: the build up right before you kiss someone you're into. walking down a city street. that sweet spot when you're drinking and you feel like you can fly.
  • kiwi: heartbeat going a little too fast. being on a roller coaster right before the drop. going to a twenty-four hour diner with your friends and laughing too loud.
  • ever since new york: watching the sunset. saying goodbye. the moment in between being asleep and being wide awake after a good night's sleep. sitting in your friend's backyard staring at the stars.
  • woman: ducks.
  • from the dining table: sitting on the floor with your knees against your chest. staring at your cell phone and waiting for a text. the day you realize all the holiday lights have been taken down. realizing that this chapter in your life is over.
Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws are very happy that their dormitory is in a tower. Most of the windows can be climbed out of and they pull themselves onto the roof. They don’t do it like the Gryffindors do, for bravery, but for solitude. There is an unspoken rule that if a Ravenclaw sees another Ravenclaw on the roof, they don’t talk. On the roof or afterwards. It’s a safe space. Sometimes it’s where Ravenclaws be the teenagers they are and smoke, while sometimes it’s a peaceful place to just read. If a Ravenclaw is sitting on the roof crying, any other Ravenclaw, friend or not, will go and sit on the roof with them until they calm down. And another unspoken rule is that if someone sat on the roof and cried more than twice in a week, they have to talk to someone about it, a friend, a professor, or Madam Pomfrey. This is what once led a third year Ravenclaw to march a first year Gryffindor, who had somehow made his way on the roof of Ravenclaw Tower, to Professor McGonagall. He thought he was in trouble, but became very confused when he was simply asked how he felt.

The signs' aesthetics

Aries : Sunsets, Beach curls, Ferris wheels, Waves, Clouds

Taurus : Messy buns, Sitting on the roof at night, Brown eyes, Paper lanterns, Smoke

Gemini : Polaroids, Night swimming, Figi Water, Pearls, Carousels, Brown Eyes

Cancer : Crystals, Lightening storms, lavender, Bath bombs, Sketchbooks

Leo : Tattoos, Dark lipstick, Pastel, Thigh Highs, The moon

Virgo : Oversized hoodies, Perfect eyeliner, Messy buns, Inside jokes, Labradors

Libra : Space, Black Cats, Neon signs, Nostalgia, City skyline

Scorpio : Red roses, Raindrops on windows, 3 A.M. texts, Lip biting, Small Cafés

Sagittarius : Glitter, Opals, Old movies, Smudged makeup

Capricorn : Watercolors, Sunflowers, Art museums, Birds

Aquarius : Forests, Succulents, Mist, Greenhouses, Smiles

Pisces : Old book smell, Stars, Bright eyes, Bonsai trees, Mythology

six of crows aesthetics

inej - knives glinting in the moonlight, royal purple, small but sturdy boats, sitting on rooftops, hot tea and cool nights

nina - red lips, decadent sweets, a heartbeat, whispered secrets and knowing glances, pricking your finger on the thorns of a rose

matthias - icicles on gabled roofs, warm jackets, sitting by the fire with your dog, aurora borealis

jesper - crooked smiles, cool metal, warm hands, shooting stars, laughing until your stomach hurts, a deck of cards

wylan - cozy sweaters, sheet music, fireworks in your backyard, marble columns, sunlight peeking through on a cloudy day

kuwei - lighting a match and passing your hand through the flame, bell jars and vials, crushing hard, doodling in your homework

kaz - $$$CASH MONEY$$$

i think it’s time i told you (i’m a fan of your universe) (1/1)

Years after Hawkmoth’s defeat, Ladybug and Chat Noir have a conversation about life, love, and marriage.

Ladybug checked her communicator for the third time that night, and frowned.

The green pawprint blinked idly back at her, resting at a junction between city streets—the same place it had been every other time she’d checked.

They hadn’t arranged to meet up that night. It was her turn for a solo patrol tonight, and there hadn’t been any trouble big enough to make calling for help a necessity. She’d stopped a couple muggings, interrupted a robbery—normal, small things. Nothing that needed an extra pair of hands.

And, sure, they both transformed just for the fun of it sometimes. Sometimes they caught one another out on morning strolls or midnight snack runs or impromptu patrols, but usually those involved moving around.

Chat’s tracker hadn’t moved in the past two hours.

She shouldn’t worry—Hawkmoth had been in jail for the past three years and Chat wasn’t in a bad part of town right now—but…

But…

The green pawprint blinked at her from the same junction, at the same pace, unmoved.

Ladybug abandoned the end of her route and headed downtown.

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vessel songs as moments of loneliness

Ode To Sleep - sitting in the backseat of a car silently while your friends are laughing and talking in the front. The road lights flash into the car, and faint music is coming from the radio. You begin to wonder if anyone has really helped you in your life, or if it was all your strength.

Holding Onto You
- Sitting on the roof of your car at night, wishing there was someone lying next to you to point out the stars. You begin to realize how small you really are.

Migraine - At the water park with your friends, but not being able to get into it because something is off in your brain. You just can’t seem to have fun.

House Of Gold - sitting in the corner at a family reunion, knowing you love everyone around you, but feeling lost in all the bustle. 

Car Radio - sitting cross-legged on your bed, staring at your phone and waiting for someone to text you so you don’t appear annoying to them. Wishing someone would invite you out.

Semi-Automatic - laying under the covers, tears streaming down your face because you just got in a huge fight with your family. It’s a nice day outside, and you want to be anywhere but this house.

Screen - being in a room full of people you desperately want to fit in with, but knowing they all see right past you. 

 The Run and Go - sitting in the bathroom with your back against the wall, tears streaming down your face, desperately hoping no one knocks on the door.

Fake You Out - sitting with your head in your hands in the bathroom at your friend’s skating birthday party. Obnoxious party music is playing outside, but sounds muffled through the walls.

Guns For Hands - watching the sun rising through the window, and feeling like you can’t face the day ahead. Wishing someone would ask you if you’re alright.

Trees - a moment of panic when you realize you think so differently from everyone else. wishing someone could understand.

Truce - the words of someone finally reaching out. A moment of not being alone.

anonymous asked:

This is kinda random but this idea has been stuck in my head: what if mc just liked to go out and sit on the roof at night to look at the stars and one night their s/o catches them (I'd imagine Jumin would flip his Shit tbh)

need some cute ass fluff in my life so im doing this sorry

Yoosung

  • when he first finds MC, he doesnt say anything
  • he just stares at them, smiling
  • god, i am so lucky
  • how can just the mere sight of someone make me so, so happy?
  • i swear to god, i’ll never get tired of this view…
  • “hey there, cutie. you looked cold”
  • Yoosung sits down beside MC, wrapping his arms around them along with a blanket
  • they’re both inside the blanket together, snuggling on the roof while MC stares up at the stars and Yoosung looks mostly at them
  • he rests his head on MC’s shoulders and closes his eyes, soaking up the moment with them
  • “Yoosung? you’re not gonna fall asleep, are you?”
  • as Yoosung answers he wraps both arms around MC, smiling and breathing in the night air deeply
  • “so what if i do? even sleeping on the roof is warm with you~”
  • MC giggles a little and pulls the blanket over him more, resting their head on his

Zen

  • he sees MC and instantly has to join them
  • “hey baby, whatchya doin?”
  • he would catch them by surprise and talk in a cute voice
  • “oh, Zen! i was just looking up at the stars…”
  • “do you care if i join you?”
  • MC scoots over and pats the space next to them
  • “of course not!”
  • so Zen climbs out to the roof and sits next to MC, putting an arm around them and rubbing their arm in an attempt to warm em up
  • him and MC look up at the sky together in silence for some time before Zen decides to turn his attention to MC
  • after a few seconds of staring, they turn to look at Zen, too
  • “what is it?”
  • Zen looks into their eyes for a second of two, smiling, and leans forward to kiss them
  • MC can feel the smile in his kiss, and shudders a little when his hand touches their face
  • “nothing, i just wanted to do that” Zen says almost mater-of-factly through his smile, then turns back to the night sky
  • MC gets all flustered even though kissing Zen is something they do all the time, and he pulls them closer, running his fingers through their hair

Jaehee

  • as soon as she sees MC, she runs into her room to grab a jacket
  • “MC, what are you doing on the roof? do you need a jacket?”
  • Jaehee awkwardly climbs on the roof and drapes the jacket over their shoulders
  • “i was just looking at the stars, Jaehee! sorry if i worried you…”
  • “im just worried about you getting sick”
  • “i know, i know…”
  • they sit in silence for a few moments before Jaehee speaks up again
  • “you know, they way you look at the night sky is quite endearing”
  • MC feels warm suddenly
  • “r-really?”
  • Jaehee scoots closer to MC, wrapping an arm around them
  • she quickly pecks their cheek before looking up at the stars again
  • “really”

Jumin

  • oh my god, what is MC doing out there?!
  • they’re going to catch a cold like that!
  • “darling? why are you on the roof at this time of night? and in your pajamas?”
  • when MC turns their face is red, and they nervously pushing some loose hairs behind their ear
  • “oh, J-Jumin! i was just looking up at the starts…they’re so pretty tonight”
  • Jumin’s heart softens with MC’s words, and his concerned look instantly melts into a smile
  • “well if they’re as pretty as you say, i’d like to see them myself”
  • this is where Jumin Han, still wearing his suit, awkwardly climbs onto the roof through the window
  • MC giggles as they watch him
  • “okay, im here”
  • “finally”
  • Jumin tries to fix his hair, smirking at MC in response to their joke
  • he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over MC’s shoulders
  • he sits next to MC, hugging his knees as they stare up at the night sky
  • as much as he wants to join them, he just cant take his eyes off of MC for even a second
  • “Jumin! you arent even looking up!”
  • “hmm?”
  • he hadnt even realized he was staring
  • he reaches out, pulling MC close to him and wrapping an arm around their shoulder
  • “i guess i just love the way the stars look reflected in your eyes”
  • as Jumin pulls MC in, he places a soft, warm kiss on their cheek, then nestles his head into their neck
  • the sensation tickles MC a bit, but they just kiss his head and continue to look up at the stars

707

  • “come here often?”
  • when MC turns toward the window they see Seven leaning out of it, his arm resting on the window sill
  • “only when there arent any clouds”
  • Seven climbs onto the roof as if he’s done it a million times
  • “i like to come out here too, but mostly just to get away from you”
  • MC smiles and playfully pushes on Seven’s arm 
  • Seven responds by wrapping both arms around MC and pulling them in between his legs
  • he unzippes his jacket, then zips it back up around the both of them, hugging MC from behind inside the big hoodie
  • “what the heck are you doing?”
  • “you looked cold! what else was i supposed to do?”
  • Seven rests his chin on MC’s shoulder, looking up with them
  • he points out stars, planets, and constellations
  • he even has this cute trick where he knows where all the letters of the alphabet are in the sky, so he can spell MC’s name in the stars
  • after taking about stars and space and aliens for awhile, Seven decides to end the conversation by littering MC’s cheek, neck, and shoulder with little kisses
  • “love you so, so much. you know that, right?”
  • MC awkwardly cranes their neck so they can look at Seven
  • “i love you too, more than anything”
  • Seven places a small, uncomfortable kiss on MC’s lips before they turn around again, and he wraps his arms around them even tighter and pulls then closer as he returns to resting his chin on their shoulder

can u tell how much a crave physical affection? lol

Your senior year roommate calls herself Clarity. She’s very small and rumpled and distant, and she goes for long walks in the forest south of campus when she’s frustrated. You aren’t friends, but you coexist peacefully. It’s enough.

The creature on your co-owned Walmart futon isn’t Clarity.

It looks like her. Enough to fool a casual observer, certainly. Enough to fool someone who hasn’t been soldering sterling silver for six hours. But you have, and the truth of silver lingers, and the Thing That Looks Like Clarity is sprouting delicate flowers from the skin of its bare shoulders.

It’s sitting cross-legged and perfectly, terribly still, tracking your eyes as you take all this in. When you sigh and set down your backpack, it says, “Hello, smith. There didn’t seem to be any sense in pretending.”

“Jeweler,” you say, and, “I go by Florence, these days. What should I call you?”

It blinks, languid and slow. “I’m not here to usurp. I’m a… placeholder.”

“It’s still confusing as shit, my guy.”

It considers this at length. Finally, with the air of one who has just solved a great puzzle, it says “Claire. We will know, the two of us.”

“Works for me. Nice meeting you, Claire.”

And that seems to be all there is to say. Your roommate’s been stolen by the Fair Folk, you’re living with a changeling, and there’s not much you can do about either of these things. You scroll through Instagram until it gets tired of watching you and wanders out into the hallway.

So that’s Claire.

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-so like peter has always known that michelle was tough

-and michelle has always known that peter parker is spider-man

-so she’s walking home from school late

-she had to stay back for decathlon practice and fuckin flash thompson

-was trying to get a rise out of her for one whole hour. sixty mins. 3600 seconds.

-it also didn’t help that webhead parker had decided to bail on them again

-so he was spiderman

-boo fucking who he wore spandex and fought crime and had an incredibly cute butt

-what no! stop it michelle

-he’s got responsibilities now that i’M captain

-she’s halfway thru cursing the two idiots when she senses that someone is watching her

-wow isnt this great

-but then she notices the red and blue spandex from the corner of her eye

-and she subtly sees him sitting on a roof and-

-what the fuCK PARKER

-did he bail on me to eat a damn sandwich in his tights !!

-she notices him following her

-and she’s even more mad bc she knows why

-he wants to see her home safe and this isn’t helping with her crush on him!!

-so she calls him

-and sure enough, she hears his obnoxious ringtone from above

-but she pretends not to hear and takes that opportunity to lose the boi

-he picks up

-”pARKER YOU BAILED ON ME. AGAIN.”

-”i know. i know. i’m sorry, something came up and mr stark really needed me i swear.”

-he sounds so sincere and sorry and genuine she wants to cry

-”well ok. don’t bail on me again, loser-woAH”

-and just her fucking luck

-two goons think they can kidnap her

-she’s terrified from the shock and everything

-and they are heading dangerously close to her

-and she hears the voice

-”hey guys”

-and he’s swinging in

-and michelle is like yes he’s the perfect distraction

-and she kicks thing 1 in the crotch

-while simultaneously knocking the other one out cold

-and when one of them try to get to her again

-she roundhouse kicks the two of them

-and theyre unconcious

-all while spidey watches

-and she’s like

-”FOR THE LOVE OF SWEET JESUS, WEB THESE GOONS UP, PARKER!”

-and he nods and he’s reaching for his web shooters when they both freeze

-uh oh

-he is the shook mr krabs meme

-she is the ‘o shit’ meme

-and they end up sitting down and having a huge heart to heart about peter being spider boi!

-in the middle of an alley

-nerds amirite

- and he’s like “how did u know”

- ‘are u kidding dude. i mean all of a sudden ure mysterious and shit and then u have these strong ass arms and ur fuckin ripped”

- and oops wow she didn’t mean to make it sound like that

- so she backtracks

- ‘it’s not like i think ur arms are strong and nice or anything and i mean, like what even is ripped? as a concept-”

- and peter is still v shook

- bc what the fuck does mj think hes attractive what

- also MORE IMPORTANTLY SHE TOOK OUT TWO MUSCULAR MEN TWICE HER SIZE

-HOW

- “black belt”

- “nO WAY YOURE A BLACKBELT?? THATS SO COOL”

- and he offers to swing her home

- and she accepts bc whO WOULDNT

- but both instantly regret cos theyre very close and they both really wanna kiss each other

–then theyre back home

- and she’s so puMPED AND ENERGETIC

-HE’S NEVER SEEN HER THIS EXCITED BEFORE

-WHAT THE FUCK SHE’S SO CUTE

-HER EYES ARE LIGHTING UP AND EVERYTHING

-HE WANTS TO HUG HER AND NEVER LET HER GO SHE’S SO PRECIOUS

-and she’s like my parents aren’t home can u show me more about the suit pls pls pls

-AND PETER CANT RESIST

-SO HE CRAWLS THRU THE WINDOW

-SHES STILL PUMPED

-I MEAN LIKE MAN

-WHo wouldve thought michelle was a spider-nerd

-whatever u do, do not imagine

-michELLE FANGIRLING ABOUT ALL THE COOL THINGS HIS SUIT DOES

-and peter chuckling softly and playing along as he stares at her

-with so much love in his eyes

-it’s so pure

-gdbye i am jugdead

what if one night, maybe five or six years into her isolated life on Earth, Clarke is sitting on the rover’s roof as she looks up at the sky, as has become habit. And then suddenly, out of the blue, she just starts… giggling quietly to herself.

Madi stirs in her blankets from within the vehicle and murmurs, “what?”

and Clarke’s laughter fades, but her smile as she looks up at the stars doesn’t. “That foam bit was kind of funny.”

I just want to hold your hand.

I want to listen to your favourite songs and look at you as you slowly start dancing to them.

I want to look into your eyes and see the stars reflecting in them.

I want to visit my favourite places with you.

I want to meet your friends.

I want to know what scares you the most.

I want to hear about all your dreams.

I just want to hold your hand.

I want to laugh at the lamest jokes you can think of.

I want to wipe your tears after watching sad movie.

I want to be the one you find yourself thinking about before you go to sleep.

I want to tell you about the future and the places I want to visit.

I want to know about the things you regret.

I want to lie next to you on the grass and watch the clouds go by.

I just want to hold your hand.

I want to be the reason you smile at your phone.

I want to take you to your happy places and watch how happy you are.

I want to rub your back.

I want to be the person you drunk call or text to.

I want to go to movies with you and sit in the back so I could be watching you instead of the movie.

I want to eat your favourite food with you.

I just want to hold your hand.

I want to be in the same room as you and secretly look at you as you read.

I want to tell you how much you mean to me.

I want to see you blushing when I tell you how much I love you.

I want to be in the bed with you, not having sex, just enjoying your company.

I want to give you something nice on your birthday.

I want to make you tea when you are cold and hand you paper tissues.

I just want to hold your hand.

I want to watch my favourite show with you and be obsessed and not judged.

I want to stay awake until the morning and just sit on the roof with you and talk about stupid things.

I want to change the wallpaper on my phone to a photo of us.

I want to get lost in your eyes.

I want to let my cat sit in your lap and just watch you guys get along.

I want to introduce you to all my friends.

I just want to hold your stupid hand and do all the things that people in love do.

You’re the bruise I keep pushing on just to feel
something again, even if it is just a phantom ache.
And yes I still think about you, always in the present
tense. And I haven’t known anything with certainty
since you left. Except there’s a hole where the door
should be. And cracks in the windows, and in the
ceiling, and in the foundation and my house is falling
apart and you have the advantage of looking away.
You are the way my words are always dripping blue,
and you are the stark lack of pink skies. You are filled
with holes and the absence of light, despite all the ways
it can get in. I am greedy hands and quiet mouth. My
house is crumbling. My words are failing. You are going
about your day. You are grocery shopping. You are on
your way home, to a steady house. I am dreaming of
tornadoes that uplift the roof while you are sitting
around the coffee table with her eating breakfast. The
bedroom flooding while you’re trying to sleep. You can
not look away. There are holes in your home, filtering
in pink light. I am the phantom voice in the back of
your head, always in the present tense.
—  Present Tense, Angelea Lowes
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We had a pretty big night after the Suicide Squad press. It was Cara’s birthday and she had this massive party at Suki’s house and it was just an outrageous party. But it was sweet too. Yeah, the party was fun but everyone’s favourite bit was when the sun’s coming up and you’ve got your closest friends, the squad there chatting and the sun’s coming up and everyone knows they should go home and shower and stuff but no one wants to leave each other because, it’s just good times all the time - sitting on a roof top until like midday.

tiny bmc hc
  • jeremy and michael are super into exploring abandoned buildings together 
  • but jeremy always gets worried they’ll be caught or something 
  • so michael has to drag him in which calls even more attention to them 
  • but after jeremy chills out a little he never wants to leave 
  • like michael will hear a weird noise and want to get the hell out but nOPE jeremy is having the time of his life 
  • they always take something from the building with them to put into a little collection they started 
  • michael has one of those polaroid cameras that he takes with him every time they go to an abandoned place so he can snap some sweet pics (*cough*of jeremy*cough*) 
  • their favorite place they went to was an abandoned music hall 
  • michael convinced jeremy to play the creaky old out-of-tune piano even though jeremy insisted it would get them caught 
  • it didn’t, but he still played softly just in case 
  • if they’re feeling extra brave they’ll go in the middle of the night 
  • michael totally wants to get up to the roof 
  • the two of them just sit up there in the quiet of the night with the occasional sound of a passing car 
  • and it’s just the two of them together in peaceful silence
Hogwarts houses When it Rains
  • Gryffindoor: Outside in the storm, hair damp and dripping in their cars. The stereo turned up all the way. They're driving to their Nans house. This trip make sure she has her favorite kind of ginger snaps for the cold weather.
  • Ravenclaw: Umbrella and rubber boots walking through puddles. They have their fuzzy socks on for such weather. In their hand is a notebook. Headphones tucked in only one ear as they make their way to a cafe.
  • Hufflepuff: Despite their yellow house color rain is their favorite. Sitting under an overhang as the rain taps on the roof. Earlier in the day they sent out to buy rosemerry bread from their favorite bakery. Later they'll accompany a very old friend and talk about warmer feelings than the weather.
  • Slytherin: On these damp days the cuinning slytherin lays around the house. They'll play scrabble with their Mum and make stew with a great aunt. They try not to check social media as much as possible. But their Dad will make fun of them for it.