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I’ve been thinking, if house points are mostly awarded for scholary achivements, then how come we have never seen the house full of smarts, ravenclaw ever win the house cup? by all means, they should be trouncing the others.

my theory is that ravenclaw outdoes all the other houses both in gaining, and in losing points. they rack up all the possible points for classwork, assignments AND extra school work. But they also lose a buttload in their other pursuits of knowledge: - not returning books on time - staying in the library after hours - sneaking in the restricted section - setting up secret potion labs for RESEARCH purposes - throwing things off the tower FOR RESEARCH - throwing things into the lake FOR RESEARCH - taking small field trips into the forbidden forest to get samples and take notes on the wildlife - illegally tampering with muggle stuff FOR RESEARCH - “borrowing” school equipment and ingredients for said research - that pet kidnaping incident they never talk about that was sparked by a conversation about muggle schools “wait, you dissect frogs in class? WE SHOULD TOTALLY DO THAT TOO” - combining random spells and testing them on the student body - using said student body to test the secret potion lab’s latest creations - referring to non-ravenclaw students as test subjects in the vicinity of disapproving teachers

what I’m saying is that while the other houses may preceive ravenclaw as a group of quiet bookworms, they are actually more troublesome than the other three combined. FOR RESEARCH.

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YES

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ah yes, ravenclaw, the house of mad scientists

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the music students

hands tracing the worn keys of a piano

the sound of repeated scales echoing down the hallway

spending hours in a practice room, playing until your fingers know the notes as if you’d been born to play them

the discordant whine of strings being brought into tune

sloppily drawn treble clefs

listening to pieces until you know them by heart

a rush of excitement when you pick up your instrument, the knowledge that you’re going to create something beautiful

the silence in between the last note and the audience’s applause

learning to play your favorite pop songs and movie soundtracks

music swelling, the orchestra working as a whole to bring something into being

delicate flutes and the beautiful low tones of the cello

dried roses from long ago recitals

the satisfaction of getting a difficult passage right

crumpled pages of composition

going to concerts with your friends, critiquing the interpretation of the selected pieces

callused fingers from hours pressed against the strings

folders of sheet music stacked on your shelves

etudes you’ve played a hundred times, ingrained in muscle memory

pretending to conduct the orchestra while listening to your favorite symphonies through headphones

playing with your eyes closed, feeling the music in your body and mind

the conductor’s notes scribbled in pencil during rehearsal

the puff of rosin dust at the first stroke of the bow

concert clothes, crisply pressed and sharp black

hitting a powerful chord on the piano, letting the sound ring until it fades into nothingness

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“There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.”

- Mary Ann Evans (George Eliot)

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drug of choice - the smell of new books

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Making tea for someone is such a love language. Like you know how much sugar they want in it. You know if they prefer to sip hot tea or let it stay and then sip it after some time. You know if they prefer green tea or pink tea. Boba tea or milk tea. Or if they add something else for aroma and then you add it too for them. And you always end up with something warm that even smells good and like full of love.

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Head empty, just sunlight pouring through stained glass windows

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The artist gives light and paints the art so that we understand another hidden reality. Artist Nikita Busyak.

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being on tumblr is just reading romantic academia posts and forgetting that my life is crumbling

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the fact that is impossible for me, in one life, to study classical studies, archaeology, international relations, all the literature in the world, get a languages degree in italian, german, greek, latin, russian and french; learn how to play the violin and also piano, cello, guitar and the flute; learn how to sing, both modern singing and classical singing/opera; is my villain origin story.