“Lest a nightmare should come to the fairies’ cousin twice removed on their mother’s side.” Color process illustration by Dugald Stewart Walker for his children’s book, Dream Boats and other Stories, published in 1920.
If the princess called the Sleeping Beauty were a Gryffindor, she would be best represented by pink roses, for affection. She is warm, charming, bold, and flirtatious, and when her parents finally feel comfortable enough to throw a big birthday party for her sweet 16th, she is the belle of the ball and loves every minute of it. She’s utterly fearless – so much so that she eagerly tries her hand at the spinning wheel without a second thought.
If the princess called the Sleeping Beauty were a Hufflepuff, she would be best represented by white roses, for innocence. She is sweet, quiet, modest, and gentle, making friendships wherever she goes and charming perfect strangers. She yearns for a romance like the ones she’s read about in her fairy tale books, but is unaware of the macabre fate assigned to her that may put that dream in jeopardy.
If the princess called the Sleeping Beauty were a Ravenclaw, she would be best represented by purple roses, for enchantment. She is dreamy, artistic, eccentric, and eternally curious, her lips always dusted with a question and her eyes as bright as stars. She has wondered her entire life why her parents keep her locked up in the castle, but know it would be insensible to keep asking when it upsets them so much and they never answer her anyway…if only she had forced the issue…
If the princess called the Sleeping Beauty were a Slytherin, she would be best represented by orange roses, for desire. She is confident, determined, witty, and full of wanderlust, constantly looking out at the horizon and scheming up adventures she’ll go on once she’s free of her parents’ overbearing influence. When her parents throw a large party to celebrate her 16th birthday, she is less interested in socializing and more interested in exploring the parts of the castle that were forbidden to her in the past…including an abandoned old tower taller than the rest.
I always wondered what love would be like. I imagined it being like the movies. Kissing in the rain, both loving eachother just as much and a happy ever after. But in reality it’s kissing between the commercials and the popcorn eating. It’s arguing but knowing we will always figure it out. But it’s also realizing that the love we have now might not be there tomorrow
Inktober 2017, 4/31: The Wolf and the Crane A WOLF who had a bone stuck in his throat hired a Crane, for a large sum, to put her head into his mouth and draw out the bone. When the Crane had extracted the bone and demanded the promised payment, the Wolf, grinning and grinding his teeth, exclaimed: “Why, you have surely already had a sufficient recompense, in having been permitted to draw out your head in safety from the mouth and jaws of a wolf.”
In serving the wicked, expect no reward, and be thankful if you escape injury for your pains.
– Aesop’s Fables, translated by George Fyler Townsend