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Ravenclaws are the hot tea in porcelain cups and the smell of warm, blueberry muffins and the satisfaction of finally finishing a long book series.
They are the midnight conversations about the meanings of life.
They are the close-knit circles of friends who would die for each other.
They are the longing desperation to touch their lover's soul with their own.
They are the immediate bond with a stranger who's book and coffee preferences are the same as theirs.
They are the softness of velvet and the static of a finished record player.
They are the coffee drinkers at odd hours of the day and the dusty, sheet music found at the back of your bookshelf.
They are the cold, refreshing wind on one's face.
They are the acts of multitasking, the sounds of quiet music, and the sharpness of new pencils.
They are the taste of spearmint after brushing one's teeth and the delight of sipping lemonade through a straw on a hot, summer's day.
They are the hot showers after a day playing in the snow and the act of staying up late to finish "one more chapter".
They are the faint whispers in the dark and the caring hands on the small of one's back.
They are the results of tiny paper cuts and inky fingers after the panic of trying to study right before an exam.
They are the clotheslines softly billowing in the wind.
They are the raindrops that remain on window panes long after the storm has passed.
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They are the ones who are obsessed with a certain book and pour their hearts and souls into their work.
They are the ones who love to decorate the hearth with tons of snow globes and various colours of tinsel.
They are the ones who question everything.
They are the ones who pull up flowers in order to study the roots.
They are the ones who would follow lines of ants back to their anthill when they were children.
They are the ones who strike up philosophical conversations and point at cobwebs on the ceilings.
They are the ones who listen to music for the instruments, not the words.
They are the ones who stop writing only because they've run out of room on their piece of parchment– not because they are short on things to say.
They are the ones who try to teach themselves to knit, always ending up being either a total disaster or their greatest achievement.
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The Hogwarts Houses // a collection
Fiksi Penggemar. . . . This is a short collection of descriptions regarding the four Hogwarts Houses. In this book, one shall discover what it truly means to be a Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor. One may also find that everyone contains elements of...
