The Hogwarts Houses

Hogwarte houses as weirdly specific moods

Gryffindor: You are a warrior, hair drawn back with a few strands fallen across your face. Your face is slightly flushed from exertion, but you are filled with the strength to carry on. Your sword gleams in the sun, and you are a force to be reckoned with. Your enemies part around you, any who dare to face you are soon overwhelmed by your skill and dexterity.

Ravenclaw: Your back aches, but you refuse to move, hunched over for hours. You're close, so close to deciphering the secrets of this ancient artifact. You don't hear the voices around you begging you to come away from the place you've been sitting for days. You sit among your collections, lining the shelves and filling every table. Finally, you realize. You know the answer.

Hufflepuff: The warmth beneath your hand is a marker of the trust this beast has for you. Her ribcage expands and contracts gently, and you run the brush through hee fur. These animals look to you as their leader - you have proven yourself loyal to their wellbeing time and time again. Some say you prefer their company to that of other humans - whether true or not, you certainly seem to connect with them.

Slytherin: Nothing matters to you; you've lived a thousand years, and a thousand more before that. The trivial concerns of these mortals - morality, love, valour, - they are meaningless against the deadly force of time. They don't understand why you fear nothing. Their modern weapons, their fancy uniforms - they think that you, on your throne, will be just another opponent conquered. Their human fantasies amuse you. You are an ancient deity. You will have no problem with them.