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Gryffindor:
It surprised us to realize that you are the most happy person we’ve ever met, but not that you are the most sad. When you are happy, your eyes smile before you do, something we only realized when you let yourself be sad around me. You are so brave, maybe because you don’t even realize it’s brave when you get up every morning. We know you don’t want to get up, but you are always so strong for us and you smile with true hope and true tears that you are unafraid to cry. We have hurt you so much, staining you with salt and bittersweet, peeling the paint from the walls over time until it’s a mess and we can’t put you back together. The new coat of paint would only take away from your natural glow. You truly are golden, soft and beautiful, melting at the slightest compliment from us but firm and tough as diamonds in the face of enemies. You are beautiful, too bright to look at full on, but you have eyes only for the rest of the world. Your arrogance will be your end, and maybe it already has been, maybe you’ve already crumbled in on yourself and now you are just a shell of gold and steel, so pressured to be strong you don’t realize that you would be strong if you were yourself. You are the smell of freshly baked cookies, the way the world looks like through star-shaped sunglasses. You are too strongly planted in your opinion for us to change it, but you are enough for us, our sunset. Our beautiful sunset, strong with the window-pane eyes and the musical sighs… You asked for help but received none, so still you soldier own.
Hufflepuff:
Our beautiful child with your easy smiles and wide eyes, you have never learned to love yourself as much as you love others. Show them you love them, don’t make them worry, whatever is best for your friends - your eyes are stinging with tears because of the stars you blinked into existence. You refuse to complain, a hardworking little soldier made to help and to heal. Replaceable, you call yourself. Common. Child, step down from your role as parent and let yourself be the held and not the holder. You deserve a rest. Your eyes are weary and your shoulders heavy with all of the burdens you have decided to take on. Your hands are trembling under the weight of all the hearts you have promised to protect, but you will not let yourself rest. You stand in the background, helping, sweeping up the stage for your friends, never realizing that without you they would crash and burn. You are so, so tired, my love. Please, just go to sleep. The world can carry it’s own problems at night. You love helping people, and don’t get us wrong, we appreciate it. We all love you so much. We just want you to be okay. You don’t want to worry us, so you turn away, but we can see the pain in your eyes, the way you hide real tears in your happy ones. You love so hard and fall so deep that you are immersed in light, but keeping your eyes open so you won’t miss people’s beauty has caused you to be blind to your own. Child of starry nights and sunny days, hot milk that warms our hands. Rest your head on a pillow of our love, trust yourself as much as you trust us.
Ravenclaw:
You know everything wrong with you but you lack the wisdom to realize that we don’t mind. Silent and powerful, dedicated and absolutely sure in your opinion, how can we possibly convince you that you are good enough? You study the scholars, analyze your movements, look at the mistakes made throughout history and find yourself making them all. You don’t care what others think, your fatal flaw - you will never be as perfect to yourself as you are to us. So smart, our eagle-eyes, eager to correct and perfect every flaw you see, including your own. There are some flaws only you see, eagle-eyed child. Small and hopeless, a baby bird fallen from the nest, but still you refuse our help, fluttering your wings in a fruitless attempt to fix your own problem. You, with your brilliance that causes such ignorance, please let us mend your wings. You can fly on your own, but someone needs to raise you to higher ground first. Lost in the books of your childhood, you lifted your eyes and nosedived into love. Tumbling and scrambling for a handhold, you’re so lost in this rich darkness all of your novels say should be the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Love makes you feel incomplete. Life makes you feel incomplete. Eagle-eyes, we want to complete you. Let us be your missing pieces. Let yourself rely on others for a change, child of cells and paper, quills scratching and pure logic… A mind on fire is not sufficient fuel for the heart.
Slytherin:
So proud, so confident, so strong, you whisper to yourself. Why can’t you be like them? You are always overshadowed by the people that envy you for your easy wit. You slip into worlds all your own and hide out, putting yourself on autodrive and crying in the corners of your soul. Your spirit is an ocean of tears now, and you know it will spill soon. Maybe that’s why lately, your retorts have been more subdued, your eyes shining with salt instead of blazing like coal. You hold hands and tempers, hiding inside large sweaters that are growing larger and more frequent. You are a porcelain vase chipping away, pieces slowly falling off, peeling slowly and falling with a finalized clank. We will step on the pieces and bleed and blame it on the children, lest we see the lamp thrown away. Venom hides inside of you and you spit it out when you see hands coming to stroke, to love, to protect. So independent, so strong, child of obsidian glass. We hold you against the light and you become darker than ever, your shadows accentuated against the ground, and still your poison spills from your eyes and burns holes in the ground. Our beautiful child, born of sun and moon and the smell of clean clothes, let us soothe your wrath. You try so hard to hide away in the corners of your mind, let only the wit come out, but what good will it do? Your vision is clearer than diamonds but you are utterly blind do your own loveliness. Trembling candle light and neon signs, heavy guitar and gentle piano, you are a beautiful paradox, and you hate this about yourself, but we love it. So convinced that normal is an insult, but so afraid that the insult is not true, you hug your knees and smile slowly. Let us hug you instead, diamond-eye child with the venomous smiles. Let us show you the world through smudged lenses.
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hey just a little side note - if you want to see more things like this hmu with ideas, i don’t have many ideas rn haha. ill develop on unfinished headcanons, maybe write more letters, idk whatever you guys wanna hear p much?
also just fyi, these are written to characters i have created for a little hp fic, so its okay if you don’t agree with everything here! nothing i wrote here makes you less of a member of your house if you don’t relate - you’re still a valid house member, i promise :)
also, based on this, would anyone be interested in reading bits of the fic? maybe just little pieces that are cute or angsty depending on which of the two moods im in haha