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hp aesthetic ▷▷ slytherin + hufflepuff friendships

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literature aesthetics: ↳ slytherin house (harry potter, j.k. rowling)

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Reminiscences

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↳"It’s our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities”

- J.K Rowling

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Hogwarts House Aesthetic: Slytherin

“We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it.” - George Orwell

Ravenclaw | Hufflepuff | Gryffindor | Slytherin

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Fight for Your Life || Closed

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When all was said and done, Cry really did care about his friends. He wasn’t the best at showing it, was generally a tad too monotone to really be thought of as serious. Most people barely recognized he was present during most conversations, which is where he found himself minutes prior. 

What a bitch.

Who does she think she is?

Fucking Slytherins, that cunt Burton is the worst.

Honestly, he doesn’t remember a lot of the fight, he knows his jaw is throbbing, knuckles bloody and tight as he smashes his fist into the Gryffindor’s face again. There are people around them, some telling them to stop, most egging them on. He doesn’t care. All he sees is the furious stream of blood falling from the guy’s nose and all he thinks is it’s not enough. Won’t be, until the fucker is on his knees, bloodied nose pressed to the ground as he apologizes. It won’t be enough until he’s crying.

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“Protego!” the shield charm forces it’s way between the Gryffindor and Cry. Mica’s heart is pounding, her chest is heaving. It wasn’t even that much work to get through the crowd to the fight but she heard someone say it was Cry and her heart had leaped into her throat. She rushes forward and grabs at Cry’s arm, desperate to pull him away before some teacher comes to the scene. “Come on,” she pleads, “Cry, come on, drop it, whatever it was, it’s not important enough for this, let’s go!”

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The second the spell goes up Cry punches the shield and pulls back to glare at Mica. He’s breathless heaving and furious, but the longer he looks at her the more he forces himself to calm down. He squeezes his eyes shut tight, lets her pull him away, until they’re far enough away from the scene that he can stop and breathe. 

He pulls his arm away and rubs the sweat away from his face hard, almost too hard, fingers leaving red prints that fade instantly. He’s still furious, but the haze is fading, clearing from his mind and leaving it blissfully blank for the first time in a long time. He should start exercising more, probably. It might help with these increasingly common outbursts.

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