gryffindor: heavy breathing; taking long sips of whiskey, neat. fingers pinching the bridge of your nose, eyes squeezed until grayscale zigzags appear behind your eyelids. fidgeting with the closest object, braiding and unbraiding hair/string/shoelaces/anything you can get your hands on. smiling through pressure; a false bravado of “of course - nothing’s wrong!” and sagging shoulders when watchful eyes look away. angry outbursts at those trying to help; a snap in reply, a hard sigh, and a muttered sorry through pursed lips.
ravenclaw: long walks to the library; putting down the textbook to pick up a fantasy and losing yourself in the success of someone else. willfully falling down a wikipedia rabbit hole; a preoccupation with learning something that doesn’t mean anything right now. talking in your sleep; dreams providing clarity you need and only sometimes remember. making a list of pros and cons, rambling through decisions until you arrive at the one that makes the most sense (or does it?)
hufflepuff: the comfiest sweaters, with sleeves too long balled up in too-tight fists. cup after cup of cocoa; a sugar rush to keep a smile on your face. at the breaking point, a wicked smile and a need to party - or dance, or drink, or cry, or scream, or fuck - and a sheepishness the morning after. avoidance, and you’re damn good at it, a master of white lies and excuses from thin air. calling your best friend to rant and talking through tears; “am i laughing or crying?”
slytherin: running in the rain, meant to make your stomach hurt; pain feeling better than despair, and throwing yourself into work you don’t need to do just to feel productive in the face of failure. shutting down the frantic beating of your heart; slamming a padlock shut on the nerves, the tears, the sadness, the worry. telling a wound to stop bleeding and expecting it to listen. showering only as often as you need to to wash the grease from your hair, forgetting to eat and surviving (thriving?) on a liter of coffee a day, but dressing like the media follow you wherever you go.
Someplace with plenty of light / Small just means cosy! / Cacti are always appreciated / A bed with plenty of pillows and cushions, so that it’s extra cosy if friends come to visit / It’s not about having loads of books and music, but a chosen few that they love makes it feel like home
Framed posters of their favourite bands and films / A colour scheme is important, but they’re not against clashing / Has to be large enough for people to visit / They like colourful lamps / Bits and pieces to remind them of good memories (a photo here, a snow globe there) / Storage space for clothes and the stuff they can’t be bothered to throw out
It needs to be quiet / So that they can fill the silence with their favourite music / The feel is more important than the look / But a wall of bookshelves would still look amazing / Plenty of vinyl records stacked up / And a good armchair to muse in / Their own art on the wall and their own mess on the floor
They may try to make it look all cool, but we know their bed is one of the snuggliest / Enough candles to look like a séance / A good mirror / Long, flowy curtains - because they look dramatic as hell and are great at blocking out unwanted sunlight / Slightly kooky objects make everything look so much cooler
HUFFLEPUFF: candles flickering late at night; fluffy blankets and sleepy yawns; fireplaces cracking and popping; tying bows on presents for friends; old christmas music crackling on spinning vinyls; knitted scarves and mittens; cups of hot cocoa with caramel drizzles
RAVENCLAW: puffy coats and streetlights; soft piano music in a warm cafe; snow catching on eyelashes and cheekbones; berets and dark trousers; the sound of pages turning in an otherwise quiet library; watching hot breath curl into the winter air
SLYTHERIN: the smell of pine trees and mountain air; glittery eyeshadow and long, dark lashes; ice skating and unexpected blizzards; staying up late on christmas eve; black ink on christmas cards; icicles dangling from street signs
GRYFFINDOR: ornaments dangling from tree branches; apple pie and christmas parties; opening gifts on christmas day; fuzzy socks sliding on mahogany floors; candy canes and santa hats; waking up to see snow; the laughter of family and friends; windows aglow with golden light
“His father’s son” — Draco Malfoy. A boy with ice water in his veins.
Draco Lucius Malfoy (b. 5 June, 1980) was a pure-blood wizard and the only son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy (née Black). The son of a Death Eater, Draco was raised to strongly believe in the importance of blood purity. He attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from 1991-1998 and was sorted into Slytherin House.