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Zodiac Aesthetic Masterpost

hp-aesthetic:

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Aries: [Gryffindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

Taurus: 

[Gryffindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

Gemini: 

[Gryffindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

Cancer: 

[Gryffindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

Leo: 

[Gryffindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

Virgo: 

[Gryffindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

Libra: [Gryfindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

Scorpio: 

[Gryfindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

Sagittarius: 

[Gryfindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

Capricorn: 

[Gryfindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

Aquarius: [Gryffindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

Pisces: 

[Gryffindor] [Hufflepuff] [Ravenclaw] [Slytherin]

aproperroman:

sofarfromshameless:

wilsontoyourhouse:

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Children. They were teaching children. 

Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes – eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.

Toughen them, said Godric.

Make them smart, said Rowena.

And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.

But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.

She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness – with divisiveness and strife and hatred?

I will take them all, she said. 

I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.

I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 

I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.

No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.

But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.

Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.

For goodness. For hope.

And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)

(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

#and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is#the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes#they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defence #before chaos takes over the world #and thisTHIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it #look i gave myself hufflepuff feels

I’M CRYING.

I HAVE CHILLS.

This. This exactly.

When Helga Hufflepuff said “I will take the rest”, she was NOT saying, “Ugh, fine, give me the little shits you don’t want and I’ll see what I can do with em.” She was saying that not every child is particularly brave or ambitious or perceptive, and that is not bad.

If you were 11 years old and had just gotten your letter to Hogwarts and you got there and saw what was to be your home for seven years and met your new brothers and sisters, only to be turned around for not having a specific personality trait, how would you feel?

Think of something you are good at in the real world, be it writing or drawing or telling jokes or sports or what have you. Now imagine you are told that you can never do that thing again just because you aren’t particularly brave, ambitious, or perceptive.

Helga Hufflepuff believed, as I too believe, that there is good and great potential in every single person on this world, and everyone, EVERYONE, deserves a chance to show what they can do and to be taken seriously.

Helga Hufflepuff was not begrudgingly taking “The Rest”, she was lovingly, joyfully, enthusiastically holding out her arms in support and encouragement to anyone and everyone willing to accept.

That is why I am a Hufflepuff. Because EVERYONE deserves a chance to live up to their potential.

sourwolfsam:

Gryffindors are bright mornings, leaves dripping in gold. They’re the trailblazers, unafraid of the road ahead. They’re laughing so loud your stomach hurts, the knowledge that your friends are right behind you wherever you go. They’re ice skating with someone you love, clinging on to them for dear life. They’re make-believe games with quests and dragons and swords pointing at the sky. They’re rosy cheeks, winter winds and freezing hands. They’re the adrenaline when a plane takes off, the drop at the top of a rollercoaster. They’re delighted screams and freedom, the wind through your hair. They’re panting, pillow fights, feathers bursting into the air. They’re finger painting and festivals and burning sunsets. They’re the burn in your lung after chasing something you’ll never be able to catch. 

Hufflepuffs are honey and flowers and the soft autumn sun. They’re knitted jumpers and scarves and soft tan boots. They’re fresh air and nature, the sound of birds singing. They’re rolling down a hill in the spring, grass stains on your knees, daisy chains in your hair. They’re waving at someone across a crowded room, bright smiles and laughter. They’re coming home after a long day and seeing your family. They’re playing fetch with your dog, your cat weaving between your feet. They’re fluffy socks and song birds and kraft notebooks with hand drawn patterns. They’re throw cushions on a bed, a tiny cottage surrounded by wilderness. They’re the ground beneath your feet, the air that you breathe. They’re the light you chase when you thought you’d never see the morning. 

Ravenclaws are leather bound books and overstocked libraries. They’re waking up at two am to google that thing that’s bugging you. They’re journals with half the words crossed out, scribbles and ink stains and missing pages. They’re stretching when you’ve been hunched over all day, rolling off the edge of a bed, burrowing in blankets. They’re torch light and held breaths and reverent whispers. They’re the entire night sky and everything beyond it; the embodiment of the universe. They’re desperate searches and hidden castles and ghost stories by firelight. They’re the mystery of a dark corridor, the force of a whirlwind. They’re the excitement of discovery, the rustle of crunched up paper. They’re the last whisper before you fall asleep. 

Slytherins are foggy hillsides and picturesque landscapes. They’re hand written love notes and subtle glances across a classroom. They’re black boots, long coats, buttons done up to the top. They’re tipping your head back to breathe the air, kicking up stones on a deserted path. They’re mirrored lakes, everything below the surface. They’re the confidence to get something right, the feel of magic in your fingertips. They’re holding your breath underwater, pretending to be a mermaid when you swim. They’re finding that one song that makes you want to create a storm. They’re the chill in the breeze, the force in the tide. They’re enchanted forests and lingering glances and long drives. They’re the lightning and the thunder and everything in between.